Harry Imagines

That time of the month

I WAS WOKEN UP AT NIGHT BY BAD STOMACH PAIN. THE RED DIGITS ON THE ALARM CLOCK SHOWED 4.15 AM. LOVELY. AT LEAST I WOKE UP BEFORE MY PERIOD WOULD START INSTEAD OF BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE. AS SILENTLY AS I COULD I PEELED MYSELF FROM THE COVERS - CAREFUL NOT TO WAKE HARRY UP- AND TIPTOED TOWARDS THE BATHROOM. IT WORKED, BECAUSE HIS LOW, PEACEFUL SNORING CONTINUED IN A STEADY RHYTHM. A COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER I RETURNED JUST AS CAUTIOUSLY WITH A HEATING PAD HELD AGAINST MY LOWER STOMACH. BUR BEFORE I COULD CRAWL BACK INTO BED AGAIN, HARRY SHIFTED AND TURNED TOWARDS ME BLINKING. "WHAT'S UP?," HE ASKED ME IN HIS RASPY MORNING VOICE, STRETCHING HIS ARMS A LITTLE. "NOTHING. I GOT MY PERIOD," I WHISPERED BACK AS I LAID BACK DOWN. HARRY MOVED CLOSER, HIS BODY PRESSING LIGHTLY AGAINST MY BACKSIDE. "CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING?" "NO, I TOOK SOME PAIN KILLERS AND I FIXED A HEATING PAD, I'LL BE FINE." HARRY SCOOTED EVEN CLOSER AND PLACED A SOFT KISS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK. HE WAS ABOUT TO WRAP HIS ARM AROUND ME WHEN HE HESITATED "MAY I TOUCH YOU?" HIS QUESTION MADE ME CHUCKLE. I GRABBED HIS HAND THAT HAD KIND OF STOPPED IN MID AIR AND ASSURED HIM "I WON'T BITE, SILLY." I GUIDED HIS LARGE HAND UNDERNEATH MY TANK AND PLACED HIS PALM JUST BELOW MY BREASTS WHERE IT FELT RIGHT. IMMEDIATELY, HE STARTED RUBBING MY SKIN IN SMALL CIRCLES. AFTER A FEW SECONDS HE STARTED AGAIN: "CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING WITHOUT YOU BITING MY HEAD OFF?" IT MADE ME GRIN AGAIN: "SURE." "ARE YOU THE MOODY TYPE?" "I'D LIKE TO THINK NO," I ANSWERED TRUTHFULLY. "THANK GOD," HE LET OUT WITH A SMALL SIGH AND STARTED NUZZLING MY HAIR. ALL THIS TIME WE HAD ONLY BEEN WHISPERING, ALTHOUGH BOTH OF US WERE AWAKE NOW. I FELT HIS HAND MOVE TO MY SIDE AND HIP, STROKING ME THERE. "ARE YOU HURTING MUCH, LOVE?" HE WAS SO CUTE AND CARING. "THESE CRAMPS SUCK, BAD" I EXPLAINED. "I'M SORRY," HE COOED CLOSE TO MY EAR. HIS LOW AND WARM VOICE WAS SOOTHING IN ITSELF. "I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GIRLS DO THIS EVERY MONTH." NOW THAT SOUNDED A BIT OVER-DRAMATIC. "YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE WE'RE GOING TO WAR, HARRY." HE WAS ADORABLE. "YOU ARE!," HE DEFENDED HIS STATEMENT, "TO UTERUS WAR." THAT MADE BOTH OF US LAUGH AND I COULD SWEAR HE WAS SMILING HIS DIMPLY SMILE BEHIND ME. I COULD FEEL THE TEARING ACHE IN MY STOMACH SUBSIDE AND BEING THE LITTLE SPOON I WIGGLED TO CLOSE WHATEVER LITTLE SPACE THERE WAS LEFT BETWEEN OUR BODIES. "WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER, GEMMA USED TO TURN INTO A MOODY MONSTER AT HER TIME OF THE MONTH. DON'T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE HER, " HE MADE CLEAR BEFORE GOING ON, "SHE'D ALWAYS INVITE HER FRIENDS OVER AND THEY HAD THEIR OWN LITTLE BITCH FEST." "AWW, POOR BOY," MY TONE WAS THICK WITH IRONY. "IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON. BUT WHEN I DID I JUST STOCKED UP THE HOUSE ON CHOCOLATE AND ICE-CREAM AND LOCKED MYSELF IN MY ROOM." "REALLY?," I QUESTIONED, "HOW OLD WERE YOU?" "ABOUT 11?" "AWW," INVOLUNTARILY I PICTURED A YOUNG HARRY BEING THE PUNCHING BALL FOR HIS HORMONE-RIDDEN OLDER SISTER. "MH, I BET YOU WERE THE CUTEST MOST SENSITIVE LITTLE BOY," I MUSED AFTER A FEW MOMENTS. "YEAH," HE HUMMED, "BUT THAT'S ALL IN THE PAST NOW I'M THIS HUNKY ROGUE OF A MAN." ANOTHER CHUCKLE ESCAPED MY LIPS JUST WHEN I STARTED TO FEEL A LITTLE DROWSY. I COULD FEEL HARRY'S HEARTBEAT THUMPING AGAINST MY BACK; IT WAS THE SWEETEST MUSIC TO ME. "WHAT D'YOU WANT TO DO TOMORROW, BABE? PICK ANYTHING," HE ASKED INTO MY HAIR. I THOUGHT ABOUT HIS QUESTION FOR A WHILE. "STAY IN." "STAY IN? THAT'S FINE," HE CONFIRMED. "AND BAKE A CAKE," I ADDED, TRULY LOVING THE IDEA. "SOUNDS LIKE FUN," MY BOYFRIEND REPLIED. "YEAH, BUT NOT FOR THE CAKE, FOR EATING THE DOUGH OUT OF THE BOWL," I EXPLAINED FURTHER. "OH," HE VOICED HIS ASTONISHMENT, "THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN, TOO." HE MOVED TO GENTLY KISS MY SHOULDER THREE TIMES. WRAPPED IN HIS ARM, WE BOTH FELL ASLEEP AGAIN MINUTES LATER.