.:Calum Hood Imagines:.

Cuddles

You were having massive cramps and having the boys over for their rehearsals wasn't helping.

"How many fucking times do I have to ask you guys to pipe the fuck down?!" You yelled, instantly regretting it as you got an instant headache.

You hugged the covers, crying softly at the pain.
You heard shuffling an a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Hey babe."

Calum.

"Cal, I love you but I don't want to shout at you." You said, stroking his arm. He turns you around and brings you into his warm embrace.

"Shout all you want. I'll allow it. I know you're in pain babe." He says, laughing.

"How?" You asked.

"You really think I wouldn't realise your attempt at hiding your pads with bundles of toilet paper in the bin?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

You huffed and pushed him, turning around.

He places his head in the crook of your neck, singing softly in your ear.

"Thanks Cal. I love you. I might be like this for a few more days."

He smiles against your bare shoulder.

"It's alright. I grew up with a sister I'm used to how girls act. I love you and you're monthly friend." He kisses your cheek, singing you to sleep.