I groaned in pain as I rolled to the side, holding my abdomen. My insides felt as if they were squeezing themselves tight off and on, but it wasn't like a throbbing feeling, it was more like making your hand into a fist slowly, squeezing intensely for a bit, then relaxing, letting your hand go flat, then repeating.

A very slow, painful, agonizing process that went on and on, nonstop. I was slightly nauseous on top of that and extremely lightheaded because I had a fear of blood.

Yeah. A girl who has a fear of blood is on her fucking period.

It's not fun.

*Bzzt*
*Bzzt*
*Bzzt*

"Ugh!" I whined, rolling over again to grab my phone. I sighed, a bit of nervousness filling my body as "Hazza❤️" with a picture of Harry Styles himself, smiling sweetly at the camera with a flower crown on his head filled my phone screen.

Biting my lip, I swiped the green answer icon and put the phone to my ear, "Hello?" "Hi, Kitten!" Harry chirped on the other end of the line. "I'm almost done here at the studio and was wondering if you wanted to come to the club with me and the boys later?" He asked, making me smile sadly. "I'd love to, Haz, but I'm on my period and I'm hurting," I say timidly into the phone. Even though I wasn't there with him, I knew by the tone of his voice that his smile faltered, "Awe, I'm sorry... Do you want anything?" He asked, his voice a lot softer.

I smiled at this before answering, "No, I'm okay, Hazza. Thank you for asking, though." I say, straining my voice to hide the sudden squeeze of my stomach. Harry must have heard it because he made a small "awe" noise into the phone. "Well uhm-- Oh, hold on a second, Kitten." Then there was distanced talking and rustling from his side of the line before Harry's voice joined in loud and clear back to the phone, "I'm sorry, love, but I've got to go. Paul said that we need to finish up for the day. I'll be home soon, okay? I love you." He said sadly, "I love you, too." I say, "Bye-bye." I then hung up the phone.

"Fuck my life!" I screamed, finally able to express my pain without Harry hearing me. I set my phone down and sat up, checking if I had leaked through, thankfully I didn't, but it was still a smart idea to change my pad before I did. Sighing, I ripped myself out of bed and made my way to the dresser, taking a pair of panties out and making my way to the bathroom. I pulled open the bottom drawer, picked up a pad, kicked the drawer shut, opened the toilet lid, and pulled down my pants, sitting on the seat.

You can put any murder scene from any horror film and my pad side by side and it'd look like the victim tried to cover their stab wound with a pad. In other words, mf was DRENCHED. I was surprised that I didn't leak through! I was hella lucky because the blood seemed like it just came out of my vagina and had barely leaked through my current panties. "Holy fuckin' shit!" I say under my breath, stripping the bloodied pad off, rolling it up to cover the cloth so it wouldn't stink as bad, and tossing it into the trash bin.

I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my hands off because some blood got on me before pulling off both my pants and panties to change into the clean pair I just picked out. After that, I took a baby wipe and wiped myself down multiple times before deciding to stand up and pull up my panties. I flushed the toilet, closed the lid, washed my hands, and dried them on the hand towel to my left.

Damn.

My reflection looked terrible. Messy hair, no makeup, a small bit of acne, bags under my eyes, messy hair. I looked like a mess, but honestly, I was on my period, I was cramping, having a heavy ass flow, and I didn't give a monkey's left nut.

I adjusted Harry's T-shirt that I had worn, making sure it didn't tuck into my underwear somehow from how oversized it was before walking back into the bedroom and flopping onto the bed. "MMMMMPH!" I screamed into the pillow.

I know it may seem dramatic, but seriously, periods suck.

Can I get an amen?

After about an hour, I heard the door open, but I didn't bother to get up. My torso was on the mattress while my legs just awkwardly squatted to keep me up. I hadn't moved from the position I had put myself in when I just dropped my weight onto the bed after I changed.

Two large hands placed themselves on my waist and slowly lifted me. I let out a whine as the hands put pressure on my abdomen which still hurt like a fucking bitch. "Shhhh." A familiar English accent hushed softly as they laid me down on the bed properly. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know it was Harry. He tucked me in and laid down next to me, crawling under the sheets.

Harry slowly turned me onto my back and spread my legs, "Harry, no." I say softly, thinking he wanted something else. Harry just shook his head with a cheeky smile before laying his head on my stomach, beginning to use one of his hands to massage me while the other wrapped his arm around my lower back. "Oh," I giggled, making him laugh. My hands moved down to his floppy, fluffy, curly hair, threading my fingers through it, and massaging his scalp. Harry moved and gently pressed a kiss to my stomach before resting his head on one of my thighs, closing his eyes as he tried to comfort me the best he could with the little energy he had.

"'Love you." He mumbled tiredly, "'Love you, too, Hazza." I say softly, closing my eyes with a shy smile on my face.