One Direction Preferences

Periods

(T)

Liam:
"You've got to be kidding me!" You groaned from the bathroom. You had figured Liam was in the living room, but he happened to be close enough to hear. There was a light tap on the door. "(Y/N), you alright?" Liam asked, not sure how he can help, not really sure he even knows what's going on on the other side of the door. You just groaned again in response. "Would you maybe, possibly do something for me?" He hummed in agreement from the outside of the door. "Can you run to the store for me?" You asked embarrassed. "Course. What do you need?" He answered, quick enough to leave a grateful smile on your face. "Well, it's kinda weird..." You trailed off, "Love, if you need tampons, just tell me. Do you for get we've been dating for quite a while now?" You groaned again, "Right, sorry. Can you get some tampons for me then, please?" You asked, batting our eyelashes, even though you knew very well that he couldn't see you. "Yeah, I'll be back in like ten minutes." And Liam smiled, he knew you couldn't see it, if you could he wouldn't be smiling. It was all just because doing the tiniest things for you could show you how much he loved you. And it also gave him a burst of how much you needed him.

Zayn:
You were lying in the most comfortable position you could come up with, but it wasn't even very comfortable. You were on your bed with your legs tucked under your stomach and your butt in the air. Your face was in the pillow so the muffled groans leaving your lips were barely audible. You barely ever got cramps, which is why it's so weird for you to be so uncomfortable. Zayn came in your shared room and had to stifle a laugh in order not to fall over. "Shut it, Malik." You muffled into the pillow, but within seconds he was at your side, rubbing your back. "Cramps?" He asked. You sat up, ready to complain your guts out, but obviously made the wrong choice when your stomach twisted in pain. "Hey, wanna trade lives for a week?" You asked hopefully, throwing your face back in the pillow. He laughed again. "Trust me boo, if I could take this pain away from you, I would any day," He kissed your head, through your hair as he constantly rubbed your back, "but I can't." "It feels like continuous punches to the stomach, you're my boyfriend, you're supposed to protect me." You whined into the pillow. Zayn settled next to you, getting comfortable and really ready to do anything possible to make you feel better. "Well, I'll tell you what," he started, causing you to turn and look at him. "Next time I see the period monster, I'll beat the shit out of him." And for the first time that day, a genuine smile played on your face. "Appreciate it." "But in the meantime, you're getting chocolate and movies." He stated, standing up and leaving the room, off to wherever, to do stuff for you.

Louis:
Emotional didn't really begin to describe this week for you. It was spent with guilt ridden groans. When Louis asked you why you were so upset, you could burst and yell at him, or simply crawl into his arms and sob into his chest, as you were right now. "(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, love. I hate seeing you so distraught." he cooed, kissing the top of your head. "I just want to be warm and cry and not be guilty." Louis bit back a laugh at your random choice of words. "Why are you feeling so guilty?" He asked, but he regretted it, seeing as you had to choke back more sobs, "Because, Louis. Don't you get it?" You moaned, sitting up and staring at him. "No, love, I really don't." He sighed, wishing to make this easier for you. "I'm like killing my future children and it's all my fault." You said, a fresh batch of tears coming down your cheeks. "I feel awful." You cried into Louis' chest as he wrapped you back up. "You're crazy, you know that?" He asked sarcastically. "How about this?" He asked as you looked up at him, "How about, I'll get a film and we can sit here and watch it and eat Maoams all day? How does that sound?" He asked, pushing some stray hair out of your face. You were quick to nod, knowing that if anything was going to make you feel better, it was Maoams and Louis.

Niall:
"Niiiaallll," You moaned from the kitchen floor, where you were lying. Niall was sitting on a stool next to you, massaging your feet. "Yes, Goober?" He asked laughing as set your feet down on his lap and took a sip of his tea. "I'm hungry." You whined, he set the mug down and looked at you, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah?" He asked, prepared to eat anything you pushed in his direction. You nodded, laughing. "Do we have cake?" He raised his eyebrows and stood up, letting your feet fall to the floor. He absent-mindedly wandered over to the fridge. "That is if you didn't eat it- (Y/NNNN)." He whined back, not to pleased that all the cake was gone. "Why do you have to eat so much when you're on your period?" He moaned, coming over and lying down next to you. "You know, it may not sound that bad to you-" "It sounds completely fine!" He groaned, that's when you rolled on top of him, "Fine?" You asked, staring daggers into his eyes. He just chewed on his lip, "Call me when your dick starts bleeding for a week, then we'll talk." You mumbled, standing up and walking to your room.

Harry:
"Ugh," You groaned. You and Harry were watching the Notebook and the make out scene was making you so horny. "That's not fair!" You groaned again, shoving a pillow into your face. Harry laughed, playing along, though he knew exactly what was coming. "They get to have sex and I don't!" You grumbled, followed by a bunch of incoherent sentences that Harry couldn't pick up. "You do understand that by the end of all of this, you're going to have to make up for a week of sex." Harry shrugged and pulled you closer into his chest, trying his best to relax you. He started drawing shapes on your stomach. The make out scene went on for a little while longer and you could tell Harry was getting turned on as well. You couldn't handle it any more. You stood up and looked at him suggestively. "We both know we can't." Harry groaned. You just turned off the TV and sat on his lap, facing him, "There are other things we can do." You mumbled on his lips.