Hey y'all

This is just to clear things up about
Harry and his wife.

Yes, Harry used to be married, but
she left him 18 months ago with no
explanation. Harry still calls her his 'wife'
and not his 'ex-wife' because he's still
pretty much in love w/her, that's why
he tortures himself so much about what happened with Natalie.

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You looking at me, looking at me
Like you want some smoke, tell that girl to go
Roll me up some dope

The minute Harry stepped a foot out of the house, hell broke loose in my mind.

All of this was a mistake, everything was wrong. I was supposed to hate him, and I felt so bad for cheating on Zayn. I didn't literally cheat, because he always allowed me to sleep with other people, but this time felt different.

I had broken up with him, telling him I had to do a job. But what if he found out I had fucked my co-worker? Zayn and I weren't together anymore, but we would be soon and it didn't feel right to do this to him.

Nothing felt right.

I wished I could turn back in time and never go to that pool, because yes, I regretted it. And not in a bad way, because Harry had been amazing, but, if Zayn ever found out, he would be so angry that we would never get back together. And I couldn't bear living without him.

I needed him, so fucking much, but this would make me lose his trust forever. I needed to talk to him, though I knew he still didn't know about what happened last night. All the same, it was about time that someone told him or he somehow discovered it.

I just wished it was later rather than sooner.

I woke up today morning so happy about what happened, so glad about the proximity and the sensations and... practically everything. But I wasn't now. My mood had changed drastically and Harry not being in the house gave me time to stir every single thing that made sense in my mind.

Now nothing made sense, nothing was cheerful and pink like it was a couple of hours ago. I even called Harry 'star'. Fucking hell, that was pathetic. I was acting like I was drunk, this couldn't happen ever again.

I needed to fix things and stop this before it started. I didn't want to hurt Harry in any way, though I was pretty sure he wouldn't mind if I told him we couldn't repeat this. From my point of view, he regretted the quickie like I did, but I had no idea and god, I really wished I could read his thoughts to inform myself.

Everything was so fucking complicated. I had never made such a huge deal about a one night stand but that was because, usually, the people I slept with were people I never had to see again. And also, things weren't like they were now with Zayn. He would think I dumped him for someone else, and that was definitely not the thing.

God, Harry and I was something that would never happen and shouldn't have happened in the first place, we were going to work together for god knows how long and things would be so awkward. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, why-

The door burst open and in came Harry, pulling a toothy smile that made his cheeks indent. Something was making him really happy, because the way he was practically dancing his way in gave it all away.

"You just can't stay still, can you?" He giggled, and I knew he was talking about my sitting position. Still, I didn't laugh back, my shitty mood was getting on the way and Harry definitely noticed. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes." I deadpanned, not changing my expression at all. I didn't mean to act like this, but every single thing happening around me was annoying me so damn much.

"Are you sure?" Harry frowned, all of the happiness that illuminated his face disappearing at once.

I swear to god, I had no idea what was making me be so frivolous and mean, but it just came out. Maybe the way he was so happy when I wasn't was bothering me, or maybe all the overthinking was fucking with my mind. Who knows.

"For fuck's sake, yes! I'm fine!" I snapped, storming up the stairs the fastest I could so that I didn't have to deal with a confused Harry.

The only place I thought about to go was the bathroom, so I closed the door and sat down on the toilet seat. And when I noticed the wetness of my underwear, I knew exactly what had happened.

Fuck, I hated my period so much. Six days of painful cramps, big appetite and drastic mood swings that tortured the fuck out of me. Sleeping with so many people would lead everyone to think I was on birth control, but I actually had a IUD.

But of course I had chosen an IUD with no hormones, so my period was pretty much the same. As painful as having someone stabbing your uterus over and over again, and let me just add I was really resistant to pain. In fact, my period was one of the only things that actually hurt me.

During this time of the month, I'd usually stay at home with a bunch of junk food and watch every existing movie I could. Zayn knew better not to piss me off, so he just limited himself to bring me food and cuddle me if I asked. Agarwal didn't want to have a knife down his throat either, so he avoided giving me jobs.

But now, the fundraiser event was tonight. And I was thanking my fucking irregular period for choosing such an appropriate time to hit me. I hated this, because I never knew when it would happen, and of course blood had to start pouring down my vagina when I was miles away from home and I had to be in a tight dress in less than seven hours.

I heard footsteps up the stairs. Of course Harry had to follow me, probably to check if I was okay. I was a hundred percent sure he was thinking this was his fault, and you could say it was. I mean, half of the reason I was in such a terrible mood was my regret for what happened last night.

I already felt the salty tears slipping down my cheeks. Fuck, I hated this. Soon, I turned into a downpour, so I buried my face in my palms and started crying silently. I knew what everyone would think, I supposedly never cried. Well, I did during my period, because I wasn't crying because of some psychological problem or shit, I just couldn't help it.

If you tried to make me cry after my period was finished, then you wouldn't succeed. I was literally tear-blocked, and the only thing I liked about this time of the month was that I could finally let go of all the frustration I carried, even if that wasn't the reason why I was crying.

"N-Natalie?" I heard.

I knew Harry was there all along, but he startled me either way, so I quickly shot up my head in his direction. I didn't know what my face looked like at the moment, probably a mess, but what I did know was that he had never seen me cry. Three days wasn't a long time, but it felt like a lot.

"Harry." I answered back expressionless. I had no idea how I managed to keep a straight face even through the pain building in my uterus and lumbar spine.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Harry asked out of concern before taking a hesitant step forward, kneeling down in front of me and placing his hand on my knee. I appreciated his worry, it was cute.

I didn't know whether to tell him or not. He'd probably be grossed out, everyone was when this happened. I was scared shitless of his reaction and I didn't know how I myself would react to his answer.

"I'm okay, it's just..." I stuttered, looking down at my lap. Harry's hand was big enough to engulf my whole knee, and the little touch was so small yet affectionate that I couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in my stomach.

So I debated my own three functional brain cells until I decided he had the right to know, or else I would snap at him and he'd snap back and everything would be much more complicated. I hated when people yelled, let alone people yelling during my most vulnerable state.

"What happened?" He encouraged warily, probably scared that I'd start yelling again. I mean, I was holding myself back, I just wanted to start screaming even if there was no reason at all.

"My period happened." I huffed in frustration, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

Harry's eyes widened slightly, and I could see the relief in his face. Well, he shouldn't have been relieved, because I'd make him go through hell and back if he dared to piss me off. He didn't look disgusted though, he just looked surprised.

"Shit." Was all that came out of his mouth, and the misgiving hug that followed next was enough to make another set of tears start wetting my cheeks.

I didn't know why he was hugging me, maybe he had no experience at all with women on their periods, but the embrace actually made me feel a lot better. Maybe feeling so tiny yet protected was relaxing me, or maybe something else. Honestly, I didn't know, but I was glad this was the first thing that popped in his mind.

"Is there anything I can do? Anything I can get you?" He asked, and I was surprised by the softness that coated his voice. I looked up at him, kinda nervous about my request. "There is something. C'mon, tell me."

Harry and I barely knew each other, and I was about to ask him to go buy me tampons. We didn't have the necessary confidence for that, but I couldn't go buy them myself because the cramps were beginning. Basically, I had no choice, unless Harry wanted me bleeding all over the house.

"Tampons, pads and chocolate." I numbered the necessities, but it came out more like a pathetic whisper due to the awkwardness. Harry laughed softly and looked into my eyes for a second before speaking again.

"Is there anything else I need to know about, um, the lady stuff? I know there's a shit ton of brands and sizes and... that." Harry motioned with his hand, and I giggled at his choice of words.

"Pads with wings and tampons for heavy flow, please." I detailed as much as I could, praying to all the gods up there that Harry didn't mess up.

I didn't really care about the brands as long as everything was chosen correctly, because other types of tampons were useless for me. Pads with wings had a better grip and if they were wingless, sometimes they didn't quite, um, stop the flow.

Harry gave my knee a reassuring squeeze before leaving the bathroom, and I was so fucking thankful he had agreed to help me. I didn't know what would've happened if I was alone, everything would be so fucking hard.

Right when I stood up, a distressful soreness took over my whole body and I winced in pain. Fuck, the cramps had already started. I had no idea how I would be able to manage myself during the time Harry was out, I'd probably just stay here in this bathroom floor and wait for the fucking pain to go away.

Or maybe I could take a shower.

Fuck, yeah. Boiling water always calmed my body, and now my new goal was to make it to the shower faucet. It was okay, the pain wasn't as bad now as it was going to be in a while. I just had to hurry up before the feeling of being shot in the stomach appeared.

I crawled to the bath cubicle like I was seriously injured, not exaggerating at all. I stripped my clothes and, since I was already way too weak, I didn't even bother to pick them up from the floor.

I made sure the water was coming out the hottest it could when I turned the knob, and the steam was already hovering around the room when I stepped inside the bathtub. I was striving not to fall, because the pain was making me dizzy.

I wasn't overreacting. Every fibre in my body started to feel feeble the second my period hit me, that was why I'd usually stay in bed all day. But I had to keep my shit together for tonight, I was so fucking pissed off that my first day had alined with the event because the first three days were the ones that hurt the most.

I sat on the tub and hugged my knees, letting the water fall on my back. I winced the minute the steaming water reached in between my legs, but my strained muscles immediately relaxed. The trail of blood was going down the drain, and it looked like a fucking crime scene or shit.

I was too scared to even move, because the soreness was way calmer now that I had opted for a shower. I didn't want to trigger the cramps again, I'd most definitely spend the next week just in my underwear and I didn't give three flying fucks if Harry wasn't comfortable with it. Maybe he could try being a girl for a while.

The blood wouldn't stop pouring out, and I didn't even bother in cleaning myself. I just wanted the pain to stop because it was unbearable. I knew for a fact my vagina was already swollen, and the soreness was pretty much like the one I'd get if someone had fucked me rough and hard. Maybe ten times worse, fifteen even.

I was shivering the moment the door was open, and I hadn't realized how much steam I had created till I looked up. Harry was surprised to see me in the shower, but I couldn't care less if he saw me naked. I didn't give a fuck about anything at the moment.

He was carrying a plastic bag and I had no idea how long it had taken for him to find a pharmacy and the stuff I needed. He was also carrying a shit ton of chocolate, and I just couldn't wrap myself around the fact Harry was being so nice to me.

I smiled weakly and he gave me a sympathetic grin in response, leaning against the edge of the tub to look at me, "You good?"

"My vagina feels like it's been teared apart, but yeah," I said sarcastically, not even bothering to hide my bad mood. He would have to deal with it, I was already dealing with it myself.

I just knew the next days would be me either horny, pissed off or emotional, and I was scared for Harry. Poor guy, it hadn't been three days and he already had to deal with Natalie menstruating. Trust me, Natalie menstruating was way harder to handle than normal Natalie.

The way he hadn't lost his patience yet like most people would reminded me so much of Zayn, and my mind went back to what I was thinking before Harry arrived earlier. About regretting the whole thing and-

No.

Not now.

"Thanks." I said, my chin resting on my knee. It was annoying how the blood hadn't stopped coming out, it was starting to freak me out, but I had to remind myself that this was normal.

"No problem." He gave me a smile that made his dimples indent while he crouched down to start taking the things out of the bag.

He started with three boxes of the correct tampons and three more of pads, and then he continued with a bunch of different chocolates. I knew I didn't need this amount of stuff, but I was aware he was just standing on the safe side of the line. I couldn't blame him, I used to buy five boxes.

I had an urge for some weed, but I knew that wasn't something I could just ask for. There was a small chance I had packed a bit before coming here, but I doubted it. I was really fucking hoping I had some though, because weed was a close second to showers when relieving my uterus' pain.

I immediately reached out for one of the chocolates, unwrapping it and taking a bite. Harry giggled, but I didn't laugh back because I was too lost enjoying the godforsaken taste of this masterpiece.

My appetite was way too weird during my period, and I wasn't the kind of person that ate a lot of sweet stuff. In fact, I barely ever ate anything, so eating chocolate was a huge alleviative sensation that I always craved for while I menstruated.

I knew I looked stupid, but I didn't care, because the chocolate tasted better than it would normally do, "Thank you, this goddamn junk is the best, and so are you."

I reached out to poke one of his dimples and then boop his nose, still chewing on the candy. Harry's smile widened, scanning my face with his eyes. I knew he was still worried, I could see it. I was worried for my vagina, if anything.

"Will you be okay for tonight?" Harry arched his eyebrows, still knelt down in front of me. The water was still washing over me and the pain was less active, which made me glad.

"I'm always ready, darling."