I passed the horny stage of my period today.

Now I was on the "fuck you for being horny" stage and received some very unwelcoming cramps the moment my painkillers wore off.

Harry had a shoot today so after our interesting morning, I let him do his thing for the day while I went home and curled up in bed with my heating pad.

The first two days are always the worst for me.

- I should be on my way back soon. Are you at home?

- yeah

I set my phone back down on my bed and turn the temperature up on the heating pad, pressing it to my lower abdomen and letting out a quiet groan.

On my tv displayed Friends playing on HBO, the only show I can tolerate watching on my period since I already know what happens. It was my comfort show.

I reach over to my nightstand and grab the bottle of Tylenol, opening it and putting a pill on my tongue before downing it with water, setting the bottle aside and getting as comfortable as I can.

What sucks about my cramps after I take a painkiller is it will usually get worse before it gets better. I hated it, but it was the price to pay for having a fucking vagina, I guess.

Around fifteen minutes from when I took the pill is when it got very very bad to the point where I was crying. Yes. Crying.

I shoved my face into my pillow and silently cried as I took sharp breaths, trying to even them out.

"God fucking help me." I groaned into the air, turning over and looking at my ceiling. "What did I ever do to you?"

I sniffled and flinched when I got another extremely painful cramp that caused me to lose my breath. What the fuck.

One thing I know that helps for me is laying on the floor, so I did exactly that. I tossed my pillow down on the floor along with my blanket, phone, and tv remote, before getting comfortable. It didn't get rid of the cramps completely, but it certainly helped a little.

"Maddie?" I heard, followed by a knock on my bedroom door.

"Go away." I say loud enough for my brother to hear.

My door opened anyway and I groaned.

"You have a visitor." Brandon announces.

"I'm dying. Leave me alone." I cried, keeping my face buried into my pillow.

I hear my door close and I sigh, wanting nothing more than to be alone while I'm busy bleeding myself out.

"If you think I'm gonna let you die alone, you are mistaken, my love."

Okay he's the only exception I will make.

I felt his presence beside me, but I have yet to look up, knowing I looked like shit.

"Can I see your face?" He asked nicely, combing my hair back with his fingers and eventually tying it up with the hair tie on his wrist.

"No." I mumbled, whimpering quietly as another cramp hit me. I was forced to turn over to get into another comfortable position, revealing my red eyes to the man sitting cross-legged beside my head.

His smile immediately fell into a frown and worry smacked him across the face. "You're crying."

"It hurts so much." I breathed shakily, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Tell me how to fix it, love. Do you need me to go to the store? I'll go grab you some Ibuprofen or Advil or something. Whatever you need, I'll get it." He nearly panicked, which warmed my heart.

"I'm allergic. I took a Tylenol but it hasn't kicked in. I started praying to God, Harry. Do you know how much pain I have to be in for me to literally start praying?" I whined, opening my eyes back up to see him reaching his hand out to wipe under my eyes with his thumbs.

"Come here." He murmured before getting under my blanket with me, pulling me into his chest and placing a hand just under the waistband of my sweats, applying the heat of his hand to my abdomen and rubbing it gently.

Okay that feel really fucking good.

"I wish I could take it away for you." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Never wanna see you hurt."

Shut up before you bring my horny side back.

"Fuck Tylenol. Why can't their drugs work faster?" I sighed, leaning closer into his chest and breathing in his vanilla scent.

"I never knew it could get this bad. Holy shit." I heard him say.

Surprise, bitch.

When Harry and I were together the first time, I probably only got my period four times since the birth control changes my cycle to make it irregular. Those four times were nothing compared to how I feel right now, and I am very sure Harry is internally panicking because he never seen my periods get to this point. I appreciate his comfort, though.

"I can't do this anymore. Just fucking pull my uterus out." I moaned in pain, taking a few more deep breaths.

"I'm sorry, love. I wish I could be more help." He apologized.

"You are helping a lot. Don't worry." I muttered into his chest, feeling my Tylenol kick in slowly. "Just don't leave."

"Never." He got more comfortable next to me, sliding his other arm around my shoulder to pull me closer to him, keeping his left hand on my abdomen and rubbing his fingers in smooth, slow circles that we're doing much more than that goddamn Tylenol.

"Can you kiss me?" I asked without even thinking. "I need a distraction."

"Excuses. Just say you want me to kiss you." He teased, making me roll my eyes jokingly.

"Nevermind, then." I grumbled, but smiled in satisfaction when I felt his lips on mine. We kissed for quite a few minutes, not letting it become sexual and just enjoying the feeling of kissing him softly with no intent of it leading to sex.

At least that's how I thought it would be until I felt a bulge in the front of his jeans press against my thigh.

"Fuck. Sorry, I'm trying to make it go away." He muttered against my mouth.

"I can think of a way." I whispered. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head when my hand reached down and palmed him through his jeans.

He moaned into my mouth before shaking his head and pulling away with a chuckle. "I see you still get horny on your period."

He then takes my hand off of him and kisses the back of it gently. "You're in pain, so just lay down and allow the medicine to work, I promise, I'll be fine. Okay?"

Respecting what he wanted, I just nodded and rested my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes with a sigh.

I didn't know I fell asleep until I woke up a few hours later with Harry's face nuzzled into my neck, soft snores leaving his plump, parted lips.

His hand was still resting on my stomach, and our legs were now tangled together. I felt bad for having to use the bathroom because I didn't want to wake him, but I had to change my pad and put something in my stomach because I did not eat dinner.

I check the time on my phone, seeing it was half past seven before setting it back down and glancing at the man half on top of me. I already knew if I tried sneaking out from under him it would wake him up, so I had no choice but to actually wake him.

"Harry." I whispered, bring my palm to his cheek and rubbing it gently with my thumb.

I got absolutely no response.

"Harrryyy." I sang, brushing his hair out of his face and dragging the tip of my finger done his neck.

"Hm." He hummed quietly, still not moving.

"I have to pee." I tell him, not even sure if he was awake.

"Go pee."

I stared at him blankly. "I can't. You're on top of me."

That seemed to bring him to his senses, because he inhaled a sharp breath and sat up quickly.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." He apologized, checking my body to see if I was hurt.

"It's okay, Harry. I'm fine, I just have to pee." I say, pushing myself off of the floor to stand up. Harry beat me to it, standing up at the speed of light before grabbing my hands to help me.

"Are you hungry? I can order food or make you something, if you want." He offered, leaning against the wall and rubbing his tired eyes as I walked to my bathroom.

"Will you eat with me if we order something?" I asked, closing the door and locking it after turning the light on, grabbing a pad from under my sink and doing what I needed to do.

"You don't want me to cook?" I hear him ask as I flushed the toilet and washed my hands.

Once I was finished, I grabbed a body spray from my bathroom closet and sprayed myself lightly. It's a habit I have whenever I use the bathroom.

I opened the door and turn the light off before looking at Harry. "No offense, but last time I remember, you nearly burnt down your mom's apartment trying to make spaghetti."

He frowned. "That's not fair. You kept touching me so I got distracted."

"Okay, fine. That might have been on me, but it's too late to cook so we should just order something." I say as I walked past him and to the kitchen.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything, honestly. I haven't eaten since breakfast." I replied, grabbing a cold water from the fridge and twisting the cap off.

"Maddie, that's not good." Harry frowned, looking down at his phone while he walked over to me.

"I know. The cramps just made me nauseous so I didn't want to eat anything." I sighed, sitting on the stool at the other side of the counter and waiting for Harry to make suggestions.

"I have never heard of half of these places. Look through them and tell me what sounds good." He says, standing behind me and handing me his phone.

"Why are you on google? Just look on doordash." I tell him in confusion.

"What the hell is that?" He snorted.

I look up from his phone and at him. "You're joking, right?"

He shook his head.

I handed his phone back. "It's an app where you can get food delivered to you so we don't have to leave."

I went to my room to retrieve my phone before going back to the chair and sitting down, opening my doordash app and nodding for Harry to come look. He stands next to me and watches me scroll through different places.

"We can choose from breakfast, Greek, Mexican, Indian, Thai, vegan, vegetarian, Noodles, Pakistani, Pizza, Ramen, Salad..." I listed, waiting to see if he liked anything.

"Pick any place. I'll eat from anywhere." He says, which made me frustrated.

"Don't make me break up with you. We just got back together." I say with a straight face.

"Well I don't want that." He mumbled, leaning over my shoulder and scrolling through our options again. "How about Greek?"

"Sounds good. There is...Shawarma House Toronto. Their food is pretty good." I tell him, pulling up their menu for him to check out.

After he take a few minutes reading it, he points to the Shawarma sandwich, asking how I would use the app to order it.

"Do you want chicken or beef?" I asked him, adding one with chicken to the cart for me.

"Which do you prefer?"

"I don't eat beef so I've only ever had the chicken." I answered.

"Okay then. I'll try the beef."

I add the beef sandwich to the cart before asking if he wanted anything else. "I'm alright."

"Okay. Can you see if Brandon wants anything?" I asked him politely.

"Oh, he left when I got here. Said he was helping Anna reorganize her place." He tells me, the both of us looking at my door when we heard a knock.

"Did you invite anyone?"

He shook his head. "Nope. You?"

"No."

He pushed off of the counter and walked over to the door while I paid for our food, using my card and saving my address.

"Zayn? What a lovely surprise." Harry greeted, making me put my phone down and turn my chair to face them.

"I thought you'd be here." Zayn stepped inside, looking between Harry and I with a knowing smirk.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Mr. Malik?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand.

"Considering that this morning I couldn't get into my apartment because you two were busy getting it on very loudly. I'm talking about the-" He added in a very dramatic moan that made me snort and Harry covered my ears a little too late.

I let out a quiet laugh as I grabbed Harry's hands and pulled them away from my ears. "Yeah, I did that to mess with you. We weren't really doing anything."

"Well it wasn't funny. And honestly, it wasn't the first time I heard you two make erotic sounds. Remember that I did stay an entire summer with Harry a few years ago and you guys were always going at it." He retorted, folding his arms over his chest.

I roll my eyes. "That's a bit of an exaggeration. Harry and I didn't have sex until the end of the summer."

"But you still did other things, I'm sure." He argued back, making me shut up. He's not wrong.

"Can we stop talking about our sex life? Why are you here?" Harry interrupted. I backhanded just arm, muttering for him to stop being rude.

"Someone's cranky. Not getting enough, I see?"

"Okay, now you're going to piss me off too. What's up?" I asked him.

"I wanted to talk to you guys about Riley." He says, clearly becoming nervous at the mention of her. "You are the only two people that know about us, but she doesn't know that."

"Wait, you know that we know?" I asked in surprise, glancing between the man next to me and the man sitting on my couch.

"Yes. Harry here blurted it out the day that you left for Italy. I'm sorry you had to see what you saw, by the way." He added apologetically before continuing. "Anyways, I am ready for everyone to know, but she is still afraid that you two would be upset about our relationship."

"Oh." I frowned.

"Yeah. So I was wondering, since you are her best friend, if you can talk to her and just tell her you know. Reassure her that you aren't mad." He says while looking at me.

"Who's to say I'm not mad?" I countered with a raised brow.

"Are you?"

"No. It's actually exciting."

"Great. So you'll talk to her?" He asked pleadingly.

"Yes, I will talk to her." I agreed, and his shoulders slumped in relief.

"Thank you." He grinned, standing up and coming over to hug me.

"I love you, but I can't stand human touch at the moment." I apologetically tell him. "I'll settle for a high five?"

"Good enough." He chuckled, not even questioning my reasoning as he high-fived my hand that was waiting in the air. "Congrats, by the way. It's nice to see you both happy again."

A shy grin creeped onto my face as I glanced up at Harry, who was smiling down at me with the same look.

"I've got to get going. See you guys later." Zayn waved before walking out the door, leaving Harry and I alone once again.

"So, do you need my card?" Harry asked, taking a step closer to my chair as he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket.

I smiled sheepishly. "Nope. It is paid for."

His smile dropped into a scowl. "I wanted to pay."

"That's too bad. You can get the next one." I patted his cheek before hopping off of the chair and walking back to my room to put my glasses on so I could see a little better.

"You're very lucky I love you." He sighs, my heart fluttering as he came up behind me while I slid the glasses onto my face, wrapped his arms around my waist. I'll never get used to hearing that.

He buried his face into my neck, leaving a few kisses along my burning skin, leaving me smiling like an idiot. I turned around in his arms to face him, snaking my hands up to cup his jaw and looking up at his beautiful face with an overwhelming amount of happiness flooding through me.

"Un giorno ti sposerò, mio ​​bel ragazzo." I say quietly, my eyes flickering between his. Something about my words made his eyes sparkle, even though he didn't understand me.

"Translation?" He asked hopefully, but formed a pout on his lips when I shook my head.

"Nope."

He leaned his lips against mine and hummed. "Not fair."

"Learn some Italian then, amore mio." I whispered with a smile.

"Mm. I know what that meant." He said before kissing me gently, not rushing it or starting rough. Just a simple and passionate kiss that lasted a few seconds.

Our conversation ended there and we sat on my bed as we waited for our food to arrive. When it did, we continued to watch Friends together in my room while sitting on the floor and eating.

"I want to fuck this sandwich." I moaned after swallowing the first bite and going in for another.

Harry snorted, but still smiled when he glanced at me. "I'm sure my meat tastes better."

I nearly started choking on my food, letting out a small cough and clearing my throat. "Harry!"

He looked at me innocently and shrugged. "What? I was talking about the sandwich."

"I'm sure you were." I sarcastically replied under my breath, taking a sip of water from the bottle on my nightstand. "How was your shoot downtown this morning?"

"It was good. I met a girl who was interested in hiring me for a leisure photoshoot for next month, and she asked if I could do it in an artsy kind of setup with her and her girlfriend." He explained.

"Did you say yes?" I asked, interested in his work life. I admired how much he loved photography. He was very good at it, too.

"I told her I'd need to find a space to rent out for the day she's asking so she gave me her number and said to let her know."

"Why don't you ask Zayn if you could use his studio?" I suggested.

"He found one already?"

"Mhm. Faith showed him a few places a couple weeks after the wedding and he found one he liked so he bought it. He posted one of the walls he painted on Instagram so it would be a good background. Plus the place has a lot of windows so you would also get plenty of natural lighting." I told him, trying not to ramble on too much.

"Really? I'll have to ask him." He nodded, taking a bite of his food.

We talked about random things for another hour before we cleaned up. While I took a fast shower, he went home and did the same before meeting me back here afterwards, not wanting to spend the night away from me.

He even scolded me that if I wasn't here when he woke up then he would steal back the shirt I borrowed from him the other morning. It was a dumb threat since I was gonna give it back anyways, but it was cute so I promised him I'd still be next to him in the morning.

After I flossed and brushed my teeth, I climbed under my covers and scooted closer to him, relaxing my body when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him.

I underestimated my fatigue because it wasn't long before I started to drift off. Although, I did hear him whisper something to me before I was completely out.

"Non vedo l'ora che arrivi quel giorno, mia bella ragazza."

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