A/N: important author's note at the end. please read

Serenity

Harry hogs the bed. I've noticed. I was tearing away the blanket from him multiple times, angrily growling from time to time when his arm would smack against my back, or his snoring got too loud. He's annoying in his sleep -- to an extent where I was sleeping on the floor when I woke up in the morning.

My back ached, but still I managed to get up on my own two feet. I stood at the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes and glancing at Harry. He was sprawled out on the bed, his arms outstretched and his legs doing the same. The blanket was torn from him in our sleep, my fall creating heavy weight as it fell with me. I didn't remember falling, but I guess Harry managed to push me away.

Glaring at him -- no matter how adorable he looks with his pink lips parted and snoring softly now -- I took the pillow beside him and began to slam it down onto him, disrupting his peaceful slumber.

"Wake up, bitch! Wake up!" I chanted, slamming the pillow onto his muscled stomach. I was clearly in no mood to be screwed with this morning. I began to feel the bloating, and the cramps were just an hour away. I knew I got my period in that instance. Harry should stay away while he can. And hogging the bed and throwing me off of it wasn't the best way to do it.

Harry groaned, turning on his stomach and shouting, "Shut the fuck up!" His raspy, deep tone was much heavier and huskier than usual. Even though it was insanely hot and put me in the mood, I knew it was my own hormones messing with my moods. If he thought I was bipolar normally, God save him from the tsunami waves of my tears or the raging volcano eruptions of my anger.

I threw the pillow onto the floor, crawling onto the bed and rapidly laying my body on his. Flat against his, chest against back, I began to kick his calves with my toes. My head was on his shoulder, my lips near his ears where he heard me huffing and groaning. I was acting like a child, and I knew in every way it'd piss him off.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled into the pillow, annoyed now.

Continuing my shenanigans, I sounded like a child when I opened my mouth. "I have my period," I whined, mumbling into his hot skin, "And I need you to run to the store and get me stuff."

Harry immediately groaned, and I felt the vibrations of his groaning on my chest from his back. I whimpered, trying to persuade him to do it for me so I wouldn't have to. Plus, I forgot to get Emily's tampons last night, but she probably figured I wasn't going to do it anyway.

He sighed, bringing the pillow closer to his face. "Later."

"No, it can't be later. I'll start bleeding in a couple of minutes. I can feel it," I quietly explained. I knew the more I talked about blood flows from my vag*na that he'd definitely go get my stuff -- with that angry, annoyed scowl on his face.

Boo hoo, I'm his girlfriend. He signed up for it.

"Jesus, you're my girlfriend for less than twelve hours and I'm already dealing with a bleeding --"

"Don't say it!" I scolded him, gasping.

"Serenity, you're yelling in my fucking ear," he snapped.

I pouted immediately. "Don't be an asshole to me." I whispered, feeling upset that he was being crabby with me. My kicking ceased long ago, and now I was cuddling into him even though he remained lying on his stomach. I heard him sigh heavily, so I knew I've won.

"I'll get your shit. Get off me so so I can get ready." Harry began to turn around on the bed, now lying on his back with me still on top of him. My legs straddled his lap now, which we seem to do a lot. However, I did not give one single fuck. I wasn't going to get off of him until he spoke to me with respect and without his snappy tone.

My eyebrows furrowed in a frown, feeling a little tiny under his tired gaze. Although he wasn't glaring, I could tell by the line his lips were in that he was completely annoyed with me, especially because he's just waking up now.

Harry tested the waters as he began to sit up, watching me carefully as I looked at him with a little pout. I'm a child when I'm on my period. I turned into Daddy's little girl all over again, and my mother hated it. I'd ask him to bring me all types of fattening crap. Oh, those chips were three hundred calories? Oops. Quite frankly, I don't seem to care.

"Stop pouting at me like a child," he went to flick my nose, but I moved away from him.

"Well why don't you stop being a jerkface?!" I exclaimed, trying to stop the pout but it just happened. I had no control of myself during these days.

"I'm not a morning person," he answered quickly, beginning to move but I pressed my hand to his chest.

Our eyes locked. His tired, annoyed expression made me rethink twice what insult I was going to call him. But I decided against any, knowing that cuddling up to him and kissing him would do the trick. As long as he stopped being a jerk.

"Don't be like that with me," moving closer to his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and lying my head on his shoulder.

Part of him knew that I was just trying to convince him, but he wrapped his arms around my waist any way. "I'm sorry, baby." I felt him press his lips to my cheek, then the beauty mark above my lips, and finally my nose. "You're lucky I like you so much."

I raised my head off his shoulder just to kiss his jawline. "Can you get me food, too?" I asked softly.

He hummed. "Vanilla ice cream?"

"Yes, please."

"And Taco Bell?"

My head nodded on its own, not having to wait for me to even think a second thought about getting tacos. His finger rubbed small circles on my back, our position staying like that. I felt calm and relax, inhaling his cologne and touching his broad shoulders with my hands. His skin was so warm and soft, perfect. The muscles beneath it were almost perfectly carved, and I had no idea how that was possible. But like I said, he had a face made in Heaven, and a body carved in Hell.

When I decided to look at the time, reaching for my phone, I was relieved to see it was eleven thirty. Not exactly too late, but not too early. I had a few texts from Clary, Natalie, but mostly Emily about her missing tampons. I sat on Harry's lap there, typing on my phone and completely ignoring the fact that he was becoming uncomfortable by the second -- thoughts about bleeding on him were obvious on his face.

I finally glanced up at him to find him staring at his phone with concentration. I wasn't the nosy type, never was and never will be. I'm not that curious about things. I simply don't care if it doesn't involve something I'm really concerned about like my friends, or my...friends.

We might argue a lot, and this might be like my eleventh hour as his girlfriend, but I'm promising myself that I'm going to keep myself off that road. I will only be jealous when there's a girl clearly doing it in front of me, and I won't go snooping through his phone. I'm already warning myself of things a lot of girls on TV shows do to get themselves in trouble with their boyfriends. I mean, of course I've seen what happens to a lot of relationships. Even though both of our hard heads, I know Harry and I can make it with equal effort.

"Babe, I'm going to get dressed and get you your...girly things." He said.

I grunted. "Don't say that word."

"What word? What's bothering you now?" His eyebrows raised, testing me and my patience.

My lips pressed into a thin line before I huffed. "Please don't say girly."

"Fine. Feminine things."

"Thank you," I began to grin from one corner of my mouth.

He returned the pleased side grin, pecking my lips before I had the chance to yell at him about morning breath. "You're very welcome."

Harry took off from the bed, throwing a shirt over his body that he picked from his closet. He put on a pair of red basketball shorts, black socks, and a pair of his grey and black Nikes. In the bathroom, he turned on the sink to brush his teeth. Everything he was doing was out of order but I didn't point it out, knowing he'd shoot me a glare. I've already irritated him enough. Finally, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Although he was tired, and barely woke up half an hour ago, he stilled looked so sexy as he ruffled his curls and pushed them away from his face.

I'm not one to hide my emotions, and I made that pretty clear the moment I groaned at his actions. "Stop ruffling your curls!" My body was lying flat on his bed, kind of like he was just a few minutes ago when I woke him up. I raised my head a little to watch him with that dumb, cheeky grin.

"Why?"

"It makes me horny." I whimpered.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he took his leather wallet off from the dresser, putting it in his pocket. I heard the jingling of keys before he said, "Blunt and beautiful."

"Well at least I'm not the type to be like I'm fine. And then two minutes later I'm screaming at you how could you talk to her!?" I mocked in a high pitched voice, knowing the many girls I've heard this from. Renee and Natalie were two of them. Clary, not so much. She's the type to sleep with guys and barely involve herself with relationships. I was like that before Harry came along and pissed me off to the point where I started to feel a strong liking to him. Does that makes sense? No. Not at all.

I continued with my rambling. "If I'm pissed off at you, I'm gonna fucking tell you I'm pissed off, no doubt about that."

And I wasn't lying. I don't care what my mouth says to someone. As long as they know the truth, then I'm alright. I can't control anger and I most definitely can't bottle things up for too long. But my mother's another story. If I could, I wouldn't explode and rant to Emily about my mom every now and then. And I wouldn't have been so open about it with Harry either. But to put it simply, I'm not afraid to tell Harry that I'm angry, or upset, or if some guy touched my boob and no doubt he'd get angry, too. As a matter of fact, I'd like to see Harry beat the crap out of someone.

Harry clapped his hands, walking towards the bed and kneeling at the edge. "I preach it, babe." Harry crawled above me until our faces met. My eyes were staring into his with an angry frown. He chuckled in my face, suddenly in great fucking mood. He does this to me too much. It only takes a few minutes for him to get happy or get angry, or shift to different moods. It concerns me, but I kept my comments to myself.

He nudged his nose against mine, giving me a quick kiss. "I'm a lucky guy. Now, what do you use? Pads, tampons?"

My eyebrows rose. "How do you know these things?"

"First of all, don't look at me like that. Second, tampon commercials are a little interesting if you ask me. And third, I used to pick stuff up for Gemma all the time. Now answer my question," he said quickly, obviously wanting to get this over with.

I'm glad my boyfriend is so concerned about my needs -- and I mean that in the most sarcastic way. "Well, I use pads because I hate shoving that other thing up my --" he shushed me, not wanting to hear it. I chuckled, giving him a sorry look. "Maxi Pads. Make sure they're the orange ones, okay?"

He nodded his head. "And the ice cream. What do you want from Taco Bell?"

"Bring the twelve pack. Half soft, half crunchy." I replied, already knowing what I want.

"Damn, I didn't think you'd eat so much --"

I slapped his chest. "Not all of it is for me."

"Sorry. This being a boyfriend shit is already stressing me out. I might just drop you off at Emily's until you're off your period," he joked to me. I wiggled my index finger at him in his face, which he leaned in rapidly to bite.

His teeth sunk into my finger, and I pulled back already wincing and whining about it. "Could you not bite me while I'm on my period?"

"When I'm on my period, you'll get me porn magazines, mint ice cream, and KFC. Got that?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Already wrote it down in my mind."

"Good." He huffed playfully. "And just out of curiosity, does your mom unlock all the channels on your TV? Or are you not allowed to watch the nature channel because of the reproduction?"

A fiery glare was sent to him from my way. "You're picking the wrong day to mess with me, Styles." I warned him. The longer we took here, the more of a chance that I'll start bleeding on his bed and I know both of us want to avoid that in the fastest way. "Just get me my stuff, please." I whined, figuring that if I don't say something we'll stay here forever.

"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Gimme a kiss before I go."

I placed my hand in front of his face, blocking our mouths. "No, I have stinky morning breath."

He pulled my hand away from his face. "Does it look like the guy who made you smell his armpit cares about your stinky breath in the morning?" He questioned me, wiggling his eyebrows at me. There was no lie in that. Of course I don't like morning breath, but most likely everyone has it. Even if I brush my teeth the night before, there's a bad aftertaste and I don't like it at all. It's not as bad as not brushing the night before, though. But last night I didn't, and the aftertaste of KFC isn't very pleasant.

I gave in, sighing as I leaned up to peck his mouth. Harry shook his head. "Nope, another."

Our lips met as I leaned up again to kiss him. When we pulled away, he huffed. "I need just one more." Besides that he was taking too long and my cramps were coming in, I began to smile at his playfulness. Despite the way he acted with me when I woke him up rudely, he knows when not to cross the line. He's an asshole, but he's my asshole now. I heard my conscience teasing me, saying: Boohoo, he's your boyfriend. You signed up for it.

After a minute of repeatedly kissing each other, I pulled away to mumble, "Please get me my stuff. I'm getting cramps now."

"Okay, I'm gonna. Keep my side of the bed warm because when I'm back we're cuddling and eating ice cream together," he smiled, causing my heart to flutter at the thought of getting Harry's affection and warming comfort in a time of bitchiness and merciless cramping and bloating.

I smiled softly, nodding my head. "Don't forget the tacos," I sang softly as he stood up and began to make his way out the door.

"I won't!" He called, closing the door behind him.

Harry

She's such a child, I swear. But she looked so adorable looking down at me with those pouty lips and her chocolate brown eyes big while they stared at me with want. I have the tendency to be an asshole to everyone, which needs to stop. I know that trying to keep arguing to a minimal with Serenity will be a bitch, but I can handle it.

The way she woke me up was probably the best part of it all. It made me smile even now while I walked to my car. You'd expect her to kiss me awake or some shit. But no. She's a little girl in her mind, and a beautiful seventeen year-old on the outside. I always liked younger girls who could be the type to be in a relationship. For example, Serenity is mature although she has her moments -- like this morning. But I liked dating younger girls. At least three years younger, but no more than that. It just felt more comfortable with someone my age or a girl younger than me. I could show her the ropes of life.

I drove in silence towards the pharmacy. CVS pissed me off a lot, especially the employees. There were a lot of things I hated, but one of the biggest had to be the douches that were most likely guys who worked there. Constantly ignoring me when I asked for help and shit. The girls, however, didn't ignore me whatsoever. They actually payed too much attention to me. It's not my fault they work a shit job. I'm sorry that my mom happens to be very rich and I'm a spoiled "brat" with no future. At least that's what they say around town.

I doubt Serenity even hears what people say about me around town. I'm constantly the talk of this town. Always being dissed and being excluded from events because I'm a 'criminal.' The exclusion happens to be courtesy of the damn church. Cherry Grove, Washington is a town full of rich or middle class families with a heck of a lot of shit to talk about.

I'm not really concerned about Serenity's past or the "things she's done". It's pretty obvious her experience with illegal elements and guys is extensive. But she's all the same to me. Annoyingly funny and beautiful. My type of girl. My type of girl that wakes me up roughly and still cuddles up with me. I like that. Who can give me sweet kisses and still tongue kiss me all the same. Serenity has that innocent look on her, but inside she knows the way to Hell inside and out. I know it. I can see it every time I look at her.

And now she's on her period right after. Great. I'll do my best to take care of her, but if she annoys me I'm putting my foot down. The whole lipstick mirror thing was just a very quick idea that popped into my head as I thought about ways to ask her to be my girlfriend while I got dressed. I tried to avoid cheesy shit, but chose the cheesiest fucking idea of them all. Nevertheless, she loved it. And I'm happy about it.

I parked and immediately got out of the car. If they were going to make me deal with a bunch of assholes, then I'm breaking a few things. The manager is scared of me anyway. A skinny twenty-three year-old with big, bug eyes. He makes me pity him. But I don't want to keep my girlfriend waiting in pain while they take their damn time.

It was getting hotter outside as July went by. The more humid it got the harder it became to breathe around with so many assholes around me. Thank God CVS had air conditioning, or I'd die due to the cause of assholephobia. The fact that I'm one myself really plays a big part. I'll die because of myself, and because CVS employees are the main reason I hate shopping.

I went to get her pads first. Any guy would be devastated to have to perform the duty. To me? I've been embarrassed enough times in my life where it just doesn't matter anymore. No one would laugh at me anyway. They'll think I'll murder their families or steal their favorite items. When they see me around Belle, they always mutter "Poor child". And in my head I'm thinking, 'Bitch do you not see her laughing?'

Grumbling to myself, I scanned the shelves for the Maxi brands and found them just underneath the ones that said "overnight". I'm glad I don't get embarrassed because even I think this is a little bit embarrassing. For anyone else it would be social suicide.

"Hey," I heard a voice say beside me.

I turned my head up to look at a short, curvy girl with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. The golden hair was just above her shoulders as she sent me a smirk, her thin pink lips curving and causing a dimple to indent her cheek. She was pretty, but I was in no mood to make conversation with a girl who wasn't my girlfriend at the moment. I'm tired and I want ice cream. Tacos would be nice, too.

My gaze became too long, and the girl wasted no time in trying to flirt with me. "What's your name?"

I scoffed a little, trying not to laugh at her. The way she twirled her thin finger in her hair made it too obvious that she was easy. I loved easy girls. Loved. I have a girl waiting at my house with the strength to hurt me and the will to cut off my hair in my sleep just for staring at the girl. Well at least she wasn't a CVS employee, or I really would have turned her down the hard way.

Ignoring her, I grabbed the packet Serenity asked for before a pink finger-nailed hand came down on my arm. I realized that Serenity's cute little hands are much more pleasant than this girl's long, thin ones. I liked the black nail polish Serenity had rather than the pink. The bony structure of her hands almost seemed unhealthy.

Frowning, I glanced at her hand then at her face. "Aw, c'mon. You're so handsome, I need to know your name."

Just get this bitch off your back be--

My phone began to ring. I felt the urge to thank whoever was behind the call before I glanced at the ID. Grinning to myself, I slid my finger across the screen to answer the call. She had great timing. And that's why she's my girlfriend.

"Hey, baby," I answered, out of the corner of my eye watching as the blonde girl's lips formed an "O" and her eyes widening. She finally realized I had a girlfriend and wasn't interested. And I didn't have to say a word. Serenity's timing is perfectly put together and I just feel like she knows when something's up. Even when she doesn't know it herself yet.

I heard her groaning. "Babe, I'm gonna need medicine. Is there any Midol?"

"Uhh," I thought out loud, noticing as the girl was now walking away from me. "Yeah, I think there is in my mom's bathroom."

"Okay," she winced, "Well Belle found me and she's practically playing doctor now. I'm going to go see if Doctor Belle can show me your mom's bathroom."

As I walked towards the frozen treats area, I scanned the aisles in case I saw anything else Serenity might want to eat -- besides the entire pharmacy. Serenity let out a grumpy groan, and I could hear Belle saying things like she knows where the supply closet is or something. I know Belle must be annoying her.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, baby. Relax."

I heard her sigh heavily again. "I know, I know. Just get here before my abdomen explodes."

"Will do."

My eyes were on the tub of vanilla ice cream almost immediately as I hung up. I reached for it and began to leave towards the cashier before I saw the snacks aisle. I thought to myself that Serenity would appreciate it if I brought her something a little extra. Gemma always told me dark chocolate helped the blood flow faster in the body, so hopefully Serenity likes chocolate on her period. I got a packet of Hershey's Dark chocolate and oreo cookies with the double cream. Heck, I grabbed two bags of Doritos. I'm preparing myself for a famine.

Relief flooded through me as I saw an open cashier just as the last woman there left rolling her cart away. I put down the snacks, and the guy behind it turned on the moving galley line on the countertop. I yawned to myself before looking up at the guy behind it. He looked like a year younger than me, or possibly my age. Even when he stood behind the counter I was a good five inches taller than him.

He looked at my stuff and chuckled softly. "Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yep," I answered dryly, rubbing my right eye to clear the irritating feeling that settled in from an eyelashes that fell in it. I only glanced at the guy's name tag. It read Derek.

His dark brown eyes locked with mine, and he put down the packet of chocolates almost right away, pointing his index finger at me. "Hey? Aren't you that Styles kid?"

I rolled my eyes. "Listen, I'm not here to make conversation, Derek."

"How do you know my name?"

This kid was a punk. I could tell. The way he raised his chin at me, eyebrows raised as if he was already testing me without hearing me at all. But in reality he's just a dumbass. "Your name tag, kid. Can we just --"

"You're dating Serenity Carter, right?" He interrupted me.

My eyebrows raised, genuinely interested now. "How the hell do you know my girlfriend's name?"

He shrugged. "I just do. Who doesn't? It's been going around."

"Oh, that's great," I shot at him sarcastically. "If you don't mind I'm trying to leave here."

He was annoying me quickly, the more he smirked as he scanned the food. I wanted to punch it off his face, for not only annoying me but for knowing my girlfriend's name. He probably only knows it because I'm dating her. People would probably see her on the streets and tell her to be careful or that they'll pray for her. Now people already know we're together, which makes everything much more irritating. It's been what? Not even a day and shit's already being spread throughout the town like butter on bread.

"She's a little...out there," he commented.

My jaw clenched. I inhaled deeply, knowing I can't get arrested today. Not today. "What?" I snapped, looking at him dead in the eyes.

That same cocky ass smirk was plastered on his face. He knew he was going to get punched, though. I could tell. He probably knew I was going to get sent to jail for this one. "You know...she's a little...easy."

My hands slammed so fast and so hard onto the counter I swear a bullet wasn't loud enough to match sound frequencies. Is he trying to tell me he slept with her? Or is he simply making a comment that would get me arrested and would get him in the hospital in a coma?

Before I knew it, my hands were grabbing onto the collar of his red CVS shirt. My nostrils flared with anger as our faces were separated by at least four inches. "Watch your mouth, mate. I'm ten seconds away from punching you so hard in the face that you won't see straight for days." I gnarled.

"Whoa, whoa, chillax," he breathed, pushing my hands away from his shirt. I released him, knowing that trouble isn't my best decision. He's provoking me. That's what he wants. I'm not going to let myself do that. "Sorry, man. Don't need to get so aggressive."

I fumed. "Just check out my shit so I don't have to see your face any longer." It's tempting to beat the shit out of him. I had the biggest urge, an aggressive need to hurt that punk.

The smirk he wore, however, was gone now. As my stuff was put into bags, he mumbled. "That'll be thirteen dollars and fifty eight cents."

I passed him a ten dollar bill and a five dollar bill. I had tens and fives in my pocket. Most of the time I didn't cary ones. It just seemed really annoying having so many bills in my wallet.

"Your change is one forty two."

I snatched my receipt from him and my dollar, not bothering with the change. Grabbing my bags, I left the pharmacy with a scowl on my face. The usual would be a stain of blood on my shirt and I'd be in cuffs for beating the crap out of a douche who kept provoking me. When I was provoked and prodded, I fought back, and hard. But I knew now -- and I began to realize that as I got older -- that I needed to have self control. Anger is both my strength and my weakness. My strength originates from my anger, and my weakness is because anger can easily take its toll on me. I'm lay back and calm most of the time, but if you insist on pissing me off you'll do it without a problem.

The drive to Taco Bell was silent, too. I had to think to myself a lot before I showed up angry and smashing things back at home. I may think I know Serenity, but there are details she leaves out. Big ones. She barely talks about herself. I'm sharing my life with her every now and then, but she doesn't say a word to me about herself. What she likes to do for fun? I have no clue. Because she doesn't tell me. I need to just know what's got her like that. But of course I'll have to deal with that later.

Knowing Belle is probably hungry and Maria is not working until dinner, I stopped at Wendy's to get her a kid's meal, as well. I drove into the driveway, parking the car in front of the house before getting out and reaching for my keys in my pocket.

"I'm back!" I yelled as I shut the door behind me. The house was silent until I heard tiny footsteps beginning to grow in volume. Soon enough Belle was coming down the stairs, almost breathless. I smiled down at her, crouching down with the bags at my sides.

She ran into my arms as usual, wrapping her arms around my neck as I picked her up from the floor. "Hey, Munchkin. How are you today?"

"Okay. Good, I guess. But is Sariri feeling bad?" She asked me, frowning.

I nodded my head, not going to explain what the hell a period is to my baby sister, but simplifying it by saying, "She's feeling sick for today and maybe a few more days after that, alright? I want you to be extra quiet around her. She can't play too much, okay?"

Belle nodded her head, sighing heavily. "I want food."

"I brought tacos. But you don't eat tacos, so I got you a kid's meal," I explained to her, putting her down and grabbing the bags off of the floor. We walked into the kitchen where I set the bags on the counter and gave Belle her kid's meal. "Stay here and eat. I'll be right back. I'm going to check on Serenity."

I kissed Belle in the forehead before jogging up the stairs. I was quick to enter the bedroom only to find that Serenity wasn't there. I heard light sniffles and crying from my bathroom, immediately frowning upon knowing that it's probably her.

There she sat on my toilet, her panties thrown on the floor in front of her. My t-shirt covered most of her nakedness, but she crouched in her seat, crying into her lap due to the pain she's feeling. I remember Gemma's being this bad, too. She'd even vomit because her body began to reject the pain. But some of my other friends that are girls rarely complain about them. I guess Serenity's one of the unlucky ones.

"Baby," I called, taking steps forward with concern in my voice. Hell, I was worried. I'm always teasing her and making her mad, but seeing her in pain scares me a bit.

"No, don't come near me," she said softly, holding her hand up. "I'm gonna fucking die today."

I sighed, rubbing my temples before deciding on turning on the showers. The water was warm, steam beginning to rise. Serenity, sniffling, looked up at me from her crouching position. Her makeup was smeared beneath her bloodshot eyes. Strands of her hair were sticking up in places. She looked like a mess -- still somehow looking beautiful --, and I was trying whatever I could to fix that mess.

"What are you doing?" She asked me, rubbing her hands against her thighs.

"You're going to take a steamy shower. It'll help the blood flow." I told her, grabbing her small hand in mine and lifting her up from the toilet. I refrained from looking into it, since I'm pretty sure all I'll see is red. I stopped myself from gagging, knowing that she'll appreciate it if I didn't act disgusted.

Serenity looked at me like I had four heads. "You're better at this than my mom."

"Sad, I know." I laughed to myself, pulling her shirt over her head but she stopped me.

She shook her head. "No. Don't look at my body. I'm swollen up and bloated and everything is ten times it's normal size."

"I didn't think your t*ts could get bigger." I teased a little, testing the waters. I could care less how she looked naked on her period. I haven't seen her naked fully yet, but I'm betting any money she's just as hot as I imagined.

All she did was scoff at me before pushing me away. "I'll take the shower. Now go get my ice cream ready."

Serenity

I must say he surprised me. I didn't think he'd know one single thing about the female body besides how to pleasure one. The thought makes me happy, however. He knows how to take care of me, and he's not completely clueless. I knew he wasn't from the start, he just does a lot idiotic things that lead me to believe he is. But today he's showing me he can do just about anything, including handling me when I'm on my period.

The water soothed the pain for a few minutes before it returned. It felt like my ovaries were being stabbed and everything below was stretching out. It was pain to the max. If this is just only a twelfth of the pain at giving birth, then I'm not sure I want kids at all. I can barely take care of my brother. My thighs were sore, and my hips hurt whenever I moved. Everything felt uncomfortable.

I kept groaning, getting on my knees and holding my abdomen in my hands. I wanted to punch my gut and break the blood clots that cause the pain.

"Babe," Harry called as he entered the bathroom.

Grunting, I replied quietly. "Yes?"

"I'm giving you some of my clothes to wear. It's fine if you get it on my underwear," he said nonchalantly. This guy is okay with anything. Anything goes for him. If it were my dad, he'd pass out from seeing me this way. Therefore, he gets me anything I ask for. Harry, however, manages to stay in a room with me without feeling awkward. Even talks about staining his underwear with my period blood. If someone's lucky here, it's probably me.

Breathing in heavily, I nodded my head before I realized he couldn't see me. "Okay," I whimpered, wanting to cry. I was still on my knees as the warm water streamed down my back, wetting my hair. I barely got any washing done because I literally couldn't move.

He paused for a second. "Uh...do you want the ice cream first or the tacos?"

"Ice cream." I breathed, shutting my eyes tightly. The pain was becoming unbearable. I didn't know why my period was such a hassle, and every single one of my friends had easy flowing ones. They barely got cramps, and when they did they were minimal ones. None of them had to shed a tear. Me on the other end had to be like my grandmother, who used to get hers before she hit the "change" and got hot flashes.

When I got out, I was greeted by a bag of the pads I wanted. Harry had lied a pair of his black underwear, and a new grey t-shirt. I grabbed the towel that was placed near the clothes. My skin was covered in goosebumps, my feet already getting ice old and my hands doing the same. Sometimes the blood would not even bother flowing to my hands and feet, the warmth leaving them and making them irritatingly cold.

Once I was dressed, the pad being the last of things I put on, I slowly made my way out to his bedroom. I found it empty, the bed still unmade from the moment we woke up this morning. I felt cold droplets of water dripping down from my hairline to my cheek. and down my neck. I scrunched the towel into my hair, sighing when another shot of pain cut through.

My body flopped onto the mattress, bouncing a bit before stilling. I wanted nothing more than to be warm and for my cramps to go throw themselves into a pit of flames. I breathed into the pillow, feeling just now how sore my bre*sts really were. When this time of month comes by, my bre*sts swell up and not only are they sore, but they hurt, too.

"Has the medicine kicked in yet?" Harry asked he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot. In his hands, he held the vanilla ice cream tub we'll be eating out of and the spoons to help.

I flopped over, lying on my back. Every time I switched positions the pain would become faint for three seconds before it came back much worse. "Ugh, no," I sighed.

Harry walked towards the bed, discarding his sneakers and socks. He then climbed onto the bed, asking me to move away from my current position. Tiredly, I obeyed him and got on my knees waiting for him to situate himself. He sat down at the headboard of the bed, leaning against it and beckoning me with his hand to come to him.

Before I knew it, I was sitting between his outstretched legs with mine beside his. I leaned my body into his, his chest pressed against my back. I reached to pull the duvet over us while he turned on the flat screen TV across from us. He was stroking my thigh gently, offering some sort of comfort but I was still bearing pain. I opened the tub of vanilla ice cream, which was just a Ben and Jerry's brand so the tub wasn't very big. Taking a spoonful, I pressed myself closer to Harry, my wet hair probably wetting his shirt but he didn't seem to care. He reached for a spoonful himself, now surfing through channels.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked. "The nature channel?"

"Don't provoke me," I warned him, my spoon raised in the air. Defensively, I scolded, "FYI, my mom blocks the Starz and Showtime channels."

Harry chuckled, putting a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He swallowed it before saying, "Still pathetic."

"Hey, loser, I'm not the one who had to buy pads for their girlfriend." I shot at him, grinning proudly at my comeback.

"You have kindergarten level comebacks." Harry laughed. "Mine are at least second grade."

I let the creamy substance melt in my mouth, swallowing it down before shooting him another remark. "Let us finish this ice cream and you'll see if my fist in your face is kindergarten material." Instead of feeling a tiny bit threatened, he continued to laugh. I eventually began to chuckle myself, knowing we won't be able to take each other seriously.

"What are you gonna do? Punch me in the face with your cute little hands?" He cooed teasingly. I scowled, making him chuckle even more. Our banter was ridiculous, but that didn't bother me. I enjoyed this rather than spending my period locked in my room with no one to cuddle me. His large hand grabbed mine, leaving only one of my hands to hold the tub of vanilla ice cream. He immediately began to kiss my knuckles, mumbling about how cute and soft my hands are.

Whenever he does that I feel compelled to kiss him. Only when he does adorable things like that, of course. When he's being a jackass and making me angry, that's a whole different story. What's weird is I like both Harry's. Asshole Harry and playful Harry. Both give me a sense of comfort that Harry isn't a total wuss. He also isn't completely gushy and all about hugs and kisses. His personality is both conflicting and highly bipolar. But there's that something in there that makes him perfect for me. A little bit of everything is in him, and I'm glad he isn't just one part of a book, but many chapters.

Scoffing, I pulled my hand away from his mouth. "Stop it," I whined. "Let's just watch the TV."

He placed a small kiss on my hair, and I just knew he was still staring down at my hands while I ate the ice cream. He barely took any spoonfuls, probably deciding on letting me eat most of it. Finding a TV channel became useless when nothing was playing that we liked. I ended up telling him about my favorite TV shows -- Friends, See Dad Run, George Lopez, and Teen Wolf. These shows were usually seen at Clary's house because my mom would never tolerate either of them. I found out Harry barely even likes TV shows. The only ones he'd watch are George Lopez and See Dad Run because he's seen a couple episodes and has liked them.

"I have Netflix," he suggested out of the blue.

"Why didn't you say that before we went over the same channels two times?" I asked him, mentally noting this one of his "idiotic habits." I finished the tub of ice cream, now feeling really fat for it, and placed it over at the bedside table.

"Because I was saving myself from watching shirtless werewolves with you," he remarked.

I giggled. "Well...it might put me in the mood." I joked, taking the remote from his hand and hearing him groan. "C'mon. There are hot girls in this show."

He rolled his eyes as I leaned my head against his shoulder, looking up at him. "So? I have a hot girl right here." His hands squeezed my hips gently, making sure not to hurt me.

"Yeah." I smirked. "But this hot girl is on her period and she'd really appreciate it if her lovely boyfriend watched sexy werewolves on TV with her."

"Is this fun for you? Reminding me how --"

He was interrupted by my phone vibrating. I looked over at the bedside where my phone lied. It had to be a text or else it would have used the ringtone. Without having to ask, Harry handed me my phone before glancing at it. I thought he was going to just give it to me until he frowned.

"Derek?"

My eyes widened. "Wait, what?" I turned around between his legs, reaching for my phone but he raised it up higher.

His eyes never left mine. He spoke steadily and firm. Derek is a name all too familiar for me. He's my worst enemy, my only true enemy. I hate him with everything, and I'm sure he knows that. But receiving a text from him is foreign. We haven't talked in years. In fact, I thought he moved to Georgia.

Harry looked up at my phone, reading right off the screen. "Hey, it's Derek. I met your little boyfriend today at work. Ha, you had to downgrade that bad? Gotta say, it's going to be fun getting to see you again. Lots of love." By the end of the text message, Harry looked down at me, his gaze now hurtfully angry and his jaw firmly clenched.

But all I could think of is calling Emily and telling her that my past has finally come to bite me in the ass.

A/N: Just want to make something clear about her past. Most fanfictions portray the main girl's ex-boyfriend as a bat shit crazy guy with nothing but intentions of harming her and Harry's relationship. Well, that's not who Derek is. Derek is -- believe it or not -- much like Harry but in bad ways. He is another Wayne and mixed with Harry he's a totally different level of asshole. He has no reason to be rude to Serenity, but you'll see in the future what's going on with that.

But, comment and vote! What are your thoughts on Derek?