#harry styles periods

[kkoct-ik]

finally scratching the skill cabinet itch

[watermelonlovershigh]

another sickfic/period prompt.. living together as friends/housemates and H finds her on the floor in the night feeling really sick from her period and sits with her + helps her out 🥲 changes her sheets for her, rubs her back and just holds her on the floor with a blanket round them. she's absolutely mortified with no choice but to be accepting of his help and all he wants to do is make her feel a little better :(

Period Cramps Are No Fun {part 1.} (housemate!harry series)

AN: thank you for this request. it's not exactly as the request said but i hope it's close enough. and i normally don't write harry as anything other than y/n's lover but made an exception with this story. please share your feedback with me and let me know how you liked it. enjoy. xoxoxoxo

This story contains: small period leak, severe period cramping, puking due to period cramps, crying due to pain and embarrassment, mentions of sex toys, comfort, fluff

{ housemate!harry - friend!harry - softrry - any harry era - au!harry }

word count- 1,956

You wake up in the middle of the night with severe period cramps and when your housemate and friend Harry happens to wake up for a glass of water, he sees you on the bathroom floor crying and has no choice but to be by your side and comfort you.

You were looking to be someones flatmate or housemate. You'd put offer after offer online and one day a guy named Harry accepted your offer. He had a pretty nice townhouse in London and from his brief description of himself, seemed to be an alright guy. You didn't want to move in with some lazy scumbag and you'd come to find Harry is the opposite of that.

He's probably the cleanest guy you've ever met. He enjoys keeping things organized and loves to keep the house smelling fresh with candles on every shelf and table. And you get along quite nicely. You'd even go as far to say over the six months of living in his townhouse that you've become friends.

Doing things friends do such as order take-out food together, watch movies on the couch, paint each others nails, share juicy details about your love lives (or lack thereof). Harry is a very fun guy to be around and if you're being honest with yourself, you'd say you've developed a slight crush on him. I mean how could you not? He has nearly all the characteristics of what every woman's ideal man would have. Physical characteristics and things through the actions he does.

Now even though you've became great friends over the six months of living here, there is still stuff you try to keep private. For instance, your periods. Harry's not dumb and obviously knows you get a period. Mainly from seeing your sanitary products under the bathroom sink or in the bin by the toilet. You don't try to keep your periods a secret, just private.

And though Harry knows you get periods, as do most females, he has yet to see the bad side of your periods. The periods that make you sob on the bathroom floor from the amount of pain your cramps are causing. The periods that make you nausous and throw up. Luckily those periods aren't a monthly thing but they do happen a few times a year for whatever reason and it sucks.

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Late last night as you and Harry were watching a movie on his sofa, you began to feel crampy in your lower stomach. You asked if he could pause the film while you went to the bathroom down the hall and he agreed. And that's when you realized your period had came and you'd leaked. It's not a bad leak but it's enough for you to need to change your underwear and your shorts. Which the shorts barely had any blood on them but still called for a fresh pair.

Once you got yourself situated, you returned to the living room where the first thing Harry commented on is your changed clothes. "Did you change your shorts or somethin'?"

Quickly, you answered, "Yeah, my period started and I kinda leaked. Okay, you can press play on the movie."

Harry nodded sympathetically but followed your orders. He would have said something else to try and comfort you but knew you prefered to keep your periods more private. He doesn't understand why though. All women get periods. It's not something you should be ashamed of and he wished you'd understand that.

Now it's four in the morning and you're woken up to what feels like the worst period cramps of your whole life. Fuck, you scream in your head, it's gonna be one of those months. The longer you lay in bed the more nausous you began to feel from how painful your cramps are and that leads to you stumbling out of bed and rushing to the bathroom down the hall.

After what felt like an eternity, you made it to the bathroom and literally crawled on the floor over to the toilet. Now that you're in the bathroom you feel less nauseous but the pain is still in full force. That's when the tears start flowing. With your back against the wall and your knees up to your chest, sobs roll out your body as you fight against the waves of your uterus contracting to release its lining.

Harry is a heavy sleeper and usually don't wake up unless someone outwardly calls his name or pushes him awake. What wakes him up right now though is a dry mouth and a craving for a glass of water. So he gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen. But before he can even make it to the kitchen, he hears what sounds like crying coming from the hall bathroom.

Rushing over to the bathroom door, the sight before him breaks his heart. You didn't have the strength to shut the door so from the hall, Harry sees you sobbing in front of the toilet, back against the wall, and a hand clutching your stomach. "Oh, Y/n," he steps inside, "what's the matter?"

You slowly lift your head and the first thought in your mind was you didn't want him to see you like this. This was too embarrassing and you were too vulnerable at the moment. "Harry, go. Don't look at me."

Taken back by your words, Harry retorts in concern, "Not until you tell me what's wrong. Are you sick? Why're cryin'?"

Realising it's no use to deny your housemates help in your condition, you answer through the pain and tears, "My.....my cramps are SO bad. It hurts so much, H...Harry. *sob* It's making me feel so sick."

Harry frowns sympathetically and kneels down beside you in just his boxer briefs, which is his usual sleep attire. He would have covered up a bit more if he'd known this is what he was going to be walking into on his trip for a glass of water. As soon as he kneels down, you get the real urge to puke.

You push yourself off the wall and hang your head over the toilet. A harsh dry heave leaves your mouth that makes him cringe but nothing more, yet. Harry quickly scoots behind you and collects your hair with one hand and runs his other hand over your back. He doesn't know if you want to be touched right now but knows that when he's getting sick he finds that if someone rubs on his back it makes him feel a little better.

"Shhh," Harry whispers gently, "it's okay. You're okay. I've got you." He patiently waits until your feel better or actually get sick. After a few more jarring dry heaves, you end up throwing up in the toilet. And though the act feels like hell and is gross, you hope it will also relive the sickness your belly feels due to your period cramps.

You slowly lift your head up, taking deep breaths, and start crying again. This time not from the pain but from embarrassment. Harry's quick to ask, "Hey, what is it, Y/n? The cramps again?"

A little more coherently then the last time you spoke, you answer, "No. Just embarrassed. I threw up in front of you." That has Harry throwing his head back with a laugh.

"Y/n, I don't give a single fuck about you throwing up in front of me. Everyone gets sick from time to time. Just want to make sure you're alright. I hate that your period cramps are causin' you so much pain."

While subconsciously rubbing circles in your lower tummy, you ask desperately in a near whispered voice, "H, can you please go get me some pain medicine. It's in my bedside table drawer in my bedroom. Once I have that I think I'll feel better. At least for a couple of hours."

"Of course." Harry agrees and gets up off the bathroom floor to head to your bedroom. Once inside, he walks straight to your bedside table and opens the drawer to find your bottle of pain medication. While rummaging through to find the bottle, Harry tries to ignore the assortment of sex toys you have in there; bullet vibrator, dildo, clit sucker. Shit, this is the wrong time for him to get all hot and flustered at the thought of you using those under his roof.

He finally finds the bottle of pills and heads back to the bathroom where you still are. Within the time it took him to grab your medicine, you've stood up off the floor, flushed the toilet of course, and now sit on a closed toilet seat. Harry opens the bottle and asks, "How many? One or Two or....?"

"Two please." Harry hands you two tablets and grabs a paper cup used for rinsing your mouths out by the sink and fills it up with tap water. You carefully grab the small cup from his hands and take the pills with urgency, just wanting to be out of pain as soon as possible.

Once that's over with, Harry annonces, "Well, I'll let you get cleaned up in here and I'll be out there waiting for you."

"Okay, thank you." you respond gratefully. Harry really is the best housemate you could have asked for. While he's gone, you change out your tampon and brush the taste of vomit from your mouth. Then you exit the hall bathroom, ready to try and get a few more hours of sleep.

As you step inside your bedroom, you're taken back. Harry has managed to change your sheets and duvet, claiming a fresh pair will help you relax and hopefully sleep better. He's also set an actual glass of water on your nightstand, as well as plugged in his heating pad for you to use. "Harry....... what's all this?"

Nervously, because he doesn't know if this is all too much to do to someone who is just his housemate and friend, Harry replies, "Um, just wanted to make sure you come back to a comfy room. Hopefully you'll get a few more hours of sleep. And if you get thirsty or need to take more medicine, there's a glass of water there. Then my old heating pad that you can use across your tummy to also help with your cramps. Hope it's not too much."

You turn around with a small smile on your face and reach out to hug him. He's startled at first but soon relaxes and hugs you back. You hug for a minute before you break away first and mutter your appreciation. "No, this is great, Harry. Not too much at all. Thank you for your kindness tonight. And thank you for putting up with me in the bathroom. I know that wasn't a pretty sight. So yeah, just, thank you so much."

Looking down at you, Harry gets the urge to kiss you, but instead, says, "Y/n, it's no big deal, really. I would have helped anyone in that situation. Just want you to feel better s'all. Now get back into bed and around ten I'll wake up and make us a brunch. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds perfect." You crawl back into your bed that now has fresh sheets and maneuver the heating pad over your tummy. The pain medicine has begun to work but your uterus is still quite achy. As Harry turns around and heads out your door, you yell out, "Night." even though it's five in the morning by now.

"Night, Y/n." Harry speaks as well before slipping back into his bed across the hall. Now laying in your separate beds, all you can think about is how much you would have loved if Harry was in your bed cuddling you. And all Harry can think about is how much he wishes you were in his bed, so he could cuddle you. Maybe one day that day will come. But for now, you're just silly housemates that's turned into friends.

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Arguments and Confessions {part 2.} (housemate!harry series)

[thecuriousbeauty]

You're on your period- Harry Styles Blurb

Word count: 1178

Synopsis: Periods really suck. But not so much when you have a sweet boyfriend to take care of you. (FLUFF!)

You felt like you were going to cry as you opened the freezer and saw that you were out of ice cream. You were looking forward to binge eating that ice cream and watching your favorite show when you get back from work. You had a particularly long day, or maybe you just felt like that because of the piercing pain from your period cramps and your hormones being all over the place. 

You shut the door of the freezer with a sigh, dragging yourself to bed. You curled up, clutching your stomach as another bad wave of pain hits you. You forgot to take some pain meds when you were downstairs, and you were just too tired so you just layed there.Your boyfriend, who you now remember, had helped you finish the last of the ice cream when you had a movie night last week wasn’t home yet, so you phoned him.

“Hey baby! You back home?”, Harry answers and you pout, just wanting to crawl into his arms. “Harry..”

“What’s wrong, darling? Are you okay?” He doesn’t like it when your voice isn’t sounding peppy.

“Nooo..”, you draw out, making Harry frown  as he gets in his car, being done with the studio for the day. “Why is that, baby? Anything I can help with?”

“We ran out of ice cream..can you get some for me please?”, you ask softly, making Harry’s heart melt. He loved when you asked him to get things for you, even if it was something small. 

“Of course, love. You aren’t feeling too good, are you?”, he coos, joining the dots as he remembers the date. He keeps track of your periods too. 

“Nuh uh. I’m having a war with my uterus right now.”, you tell him, making him chuckle softly. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. Anything else you need, baby? Stocked up for the week?”

You really have the sweetest boyfriend. “Yeah, I’m good. Just need you.”

“Aw, I’ll be home soon, my love. You get some rest, yeah?”

You hummed, closing your eyes already. “Love you.”

“I love you too. Oh, what flavor did you want?”

“Flavor?”, you smirk, and Harry laughs. “The ice cream flavor, silly.”

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Harry didn’t just buy you ice cream. He got you your favorite packet of chips, some chocolate and some other snacks you liked. He kept it all in the kitchen and went upstairs to find you. You had dozed off while waiting for him, and he smiled as he took you in, walking to you quietly. He leaned down, gently brushing his fingers across your forehead, brushing away strands of your hair that fell onto your face. 

He thought not to wake you up and just slide into bed so he could give you a cuddle, but he spotted a stain on your shorts that would leak into the sheets soon. He didn’t mind, but he knew you would, so he gently kisses you awake with some kisses. 

You wake up to his feather soft kisses on your skin, a contrast to your aching stomach. You open your eyes and Harry gives you a smile. “How’re you doing, love?”

“Not good, it hurts.”, you mumble, sighing as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Oh, baby. You wanna take a warm shower, maybe? You’ve uh, got a bit of blood on your shorts.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked down to your shorts and around the bed. “Shit..I’m sorry babe, I fell asleep and didn’t realize-”

“-Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.”, he says, giving you his hand to help you out of bed. Thankfully, the blood hadn’t seeped into your sheets yet. “See, the sheets are fine. If it wasn’t, I’d change them, nothing to be sorry about.”, Harry tells you, and you smile softly, leaning to his side carefully, giving him a side hug. 

“I’ve got you some snacks too. After you’re feeling all fresh, we can cuddle up on the couch with a movie, hm?”

You nod, pressing your lips to his, giving him a kiss. “That sounds good.”

Harry lets you take care of your business and shower. He also got changed and set up all the food with a movie, bringing your fuzzy blanket to the couch. He got your heating pad and your pain meds ready as well.

You slouched over downstairs in one of Harry’s shirts and another pair of your shorts, making him smile at how cute you looked. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you had no makeup on your face, but to him, you were gorgeous.

He opens his arms, and you fall into them, crawling onto his lap. “How was your day?”

“Good, good. Got some recording done, but I’ll probably do the same part again tomorrow. I missed you.”, he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, holding you close to him with arm as he leans over to grab the pain meds. “Here, take these, love.”

You swallowed them down with the water he gave you and rested your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warmth. 

While you tell him about your day, he slides the heating pad under your shirt to keep it over your tummy, before adjusting you on his lap and bringing the fuzzy blanket around you. One of his hands slips inside to rub your lower back in firm circles, with just the right amount of pressure, making you feel relaxed. When you told him about your ice cream craving, he immediately grabbed the tub and gave you the spoon so you can start digging in. 

“Thanks for all this, you’re the best.” You kiss him. 

“Only the best for you.”, he says, smiling as he watches you scoop some of the ice cream into your mouth and hum as the cold desert with the luscious chocolate hits just the right spots. “That good, huh?” Harry laughs.

“Yes! Here, I’m willing to share.”, You fed him some too. “Mm, that’s good.”, he agrees. You watch the movie for some time.

“Is the pain going away?”, he asks, pressing kisses to your hair and you smile, kissing his jaw. One of his hands still stayed on your back, and the other was playing with your hair. “Mhmm. You make it better.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Hate to see my baby in pain.” You blush, looking up at your handsome boyfriend. “I really like you, you know?”

He scoffs out a laugh, pinching your cheek. “You really like me? Give that ice cream back.” He moves his hand to your side, his fingertips dancing over your skin as he looks at with a glint in his eyes. He adores you. 

You giggle, going to grab his hand as it threatens to tickle you. “Correction! I really love you.”

“Hm, you better.” Harry nudges his nose against your cheek, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You laugh, and he takes your chin, giving you a kiss. “Cause I really love you too.”

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harry, as venus by botticelli

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[k-wame]

Tom & Patrick • My Policeman (2022 Film) Romance • Period Drama • Horror • dir. Michael Grandage

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[gumballavocadoharry]

Red moon: Jack Chambers;

*Mentions of periods, girl problems, Susan becoming a woman (In some way), small angst, typical period problems, some 50's reference of feminine hygiene. Back in the 50's and possibly 60's, they would call periods a curse or something like that, but in this story, it's seen as it should be: A milestone in every woman's life at some point.*

The entire week Susan had been hungry more than the usual, somewhat grumpy, tired and overall, blah. The excitement and dynamism had left Susan and instead filled her with this shell of azoic within her. The little things of simply accidentally knocking over a bottle of nail polish made Susan become a godzilla like creature. Or seeing a sad clip of a commercial made tears escape her eyes like she had seen a lost dog without a home.

Her normally slight figure had become more of a bulky one (only slightly) and her face broke out in zits, that to her were like boils of a plague. Then in the later of tonight, Susan faced stomach aches that weren't of the type she would usually get if it were a matter of simple borborygmus. Otherwise, flatulence. This was a more intense agonizing, relentless ping of annoyance. It didn't halt even once her dinner was finished. Only when she nervously asked Alice for some tylenol pills due to a 'tiny headache.' Of course, that still racked Alice's suspicions. She always fretted when one of her children was sick or hurt.

Susan fell asleep with a more slackened abdomen, not thinking of any tactics to use for soothing a crabbed pain. The next morning, Susan awoke feeling a bisection of her usual self. But she still tripped herself from her dream, ate breakfast and went to school with her little brother anyway. She decided not to bring up any more pains to her parents as she didn't need to deal with their constant worrying about it. There were more equitable things on her mind. Nothing peaked itself of normalcy in the classroom....well...at least until recess. Susan loved the monkey bars.

She didn't even mind that her sunflower yellow skirt flew above her head to reveal her matching sowed in shorts that served as a thick boarded from the class seeing her peach colored undies.

Alice had sowed them in awhile back; "If you're going to get dirty and play hard, then at least put on shorts under your skirts and dresses dear," Her mother complained, "I don't want those boys looking at something they have no business seeing."

"Oh my god! Susan, what's that on the back of your shorts!?" Peggy Mogland shouted from across the slide. Susan furrowed her eyebrows and adjusted herself upright and ran inside to the bathroom. She was met with a middling sized red spot smack on the back of her skirt that leaked onto her shorts. The bright red patch stared Susan in the eyes as she just looked on in complete horror and amazement.

The milestone her mother promised to celebrate.....Susan's first period. The day she would become a woman. Yes, Susan was finally visited by Aunt Flo.

She ran to the office as fast as she could, ignoring the sound of the bell and told Ms. Sallow, the secretary what had happened. She sent a call in to Susan's parents right away before sending Susan off to the nurse. "Congratulations honey, you have your Aunt Flo." Mrs. Quinn cheered. She handed Susan a sterile towel to wrap around herself while she waited for her parents.

Susan had hoped Alice would show up, showering her with affection and treats while welcoming her into this new world of womanhood that Susan was expected to leap into. She could almost taste the chilling sensation of chocolate ice cream, chocolate bars, fries and milkshakes to her delight. Despite the solid breakfast that was fed to her, Susan still craved a cheeseburger and fries from Freddy's.

But, her hankerings were diminished upon seeing Jack's green chevy bel air pull into the parking lot. It must be some mistake, surely mom's driving? Susan resonated with herself. After all, dad wasn't equipped to handle such a delicate and private matter like this? Jack's brunette heading popped out from the door of the car, stepping out with his black office suit and black loafers. Susan's cheeks popped in rosy tints; glazed in a more strawberry tint with added apricot.

"Susan?" Jack looked to the nurse, "Is everything okay?" Worry was a theme in his entire facial looks. "Oh, she's fine.....she started her period," Those words sent a prickle through Susan's back. It stung her cheeks even more than sour candy, "She just needs plenty of rest and maybe.....some chocolate might help along with a warm heating pad and some midol." Oh sure, talk about me like I'm some science project or freak of nature!

Jack gave a awkward smile, but didn't hesitate to comfort Susan.

"It'll be okay baby, daddy's gonna take you home now." I'm not a baby, mom said I was officially a woman once this thing happened! Susan balked in her head. Jack escorted Susan out of the school and into the backseat of his car. "Mom is at the store right now, but when she gets back, I'll tell her,"

"Thanks dad." Susan shot a light little voice of gratitude. "This must be exciting!" Jack turned the corner of the road, "My little girl...isn't so little anymore, are you Sus?" Susan pinched a tight lipped smile as her answer. "I'll make sure Roger leaves you alone." As if he's the issue right now. But Susan smiled and thanked her father for his efforts in taking care of Susan the best way he knew how. Arriving home, Susan stripped off her skirt and ducked it into the hamper before putting on a nightgown and grabbing a sanitary belt her mother had prepared for her.

Jack had submissively invited himself in to Susan's room. "I made you a heating pad, there's chocolate ice cream in the fridge and snacks in the pantry," Jack came closer, fingers tracing the smooth skin of her forehead, "Is there anything else you need?" Susan smiled weakly before shaking her head. "Okay.." Jack kissed Susan's forehead before leaving her bedroom, "I'm going back to the office. Call me know if you need something okay? Your mom will be back in a bit." Susan smiled and rested her head into her fluffy pillow.

It couldn't have been more than an hour when Susan heard the open and slam of the front door. "Susan!" It was her mother, Alice, stampeded into her bedroom with this look of absolute exhilaration. "There's my baby! My girl has her period!" She clapped, smile still opened wide like Alice as a TV show guest on a game show about to win a million dollars.

But to Alice, she did. Her little girl had entered into this new stage of adolescence. Her womanhood. Alice squeezed Susan into a hug, kissing her face all over in pride. "Oh sweetie....having a period now means that one day you'll be able to have a family." Alice rubbed Susan's cheek with the back of her hand. "Maybe we should go over it again-" "Mom!" Alice petted Susan's hair, "I know...I'm sorry. It's just.....you're not a baby anymore Susan. I mean, you'll always be my little girl but, this is an exciting new stage for you and....I'm just so proud of you and excited for you too!"

Alice wrapped her arms around Susan, talking with her about what to expect from her periods. "If you have any questions, just ask me...OH! did you remember to put on a sanitary belt?!" Susan blushed. "Yes mom," "Show me how you do it-"

"Mom! I mean....I am 11 now." A whine slipped from her chambré aggression. Alice kissed Susan's cheek before leaving her bedroom. "Call me if you need me." Susan stared at the blank pasty ceiling. She just zeroed in on the typical sounds of the hallway; clicks of Alice's heels, the echo of her presence while she folded clothes and put them away in the laundry bin and Susan's own breathing.

It wasn't long until she heard the hollering of her pixy brother. "Guess who aced his test!" "Shh, Roger...your sister's upstairs resting." Alice took Roger aside and explained to him the very sensitive sentiments of Susan's condition. "Roger, remember to be thoughtful. It's like if you had a cold and wanted everyone to be quiet because you were resting....well same thing with Susan. And don't tease her either."

Roger agreed.

Instead, he found it best to ignore Susan until she would come to him whenever she felt it was right. "I'm home!" Jack later cheered from the doorway. "And how's our little pumpkin doing?" Susan groaned, turning away from the door in irritation. "She's resting right now....I think she just wants space. I was like that when I first started my period." Alice grew in pride, head fluttering her young aged self into a mirror of Susan.

Jack carefully tiptoed into Susan's bedroom, sneaking a glance of his sleeping beauty. "Hey kitten," Jack seated himself next to Susan, "How are you feeling?" Jack had left prematurely, making sure Susan was comfortable before taking off for work again. "A little gross, but overall, fine." Jack kissed Susan's forehead. "Let me or mom know if there's anything you need." Jack petted Susan's head before leaving back to the kitchen.

It was later on that night, Susan snacked on chocolate ice cream and a cheeseburger with fries that were put in the fridge just for her and to wash it down with a glass of iced tea. Susan heated up her dinner before sneaking back up to her bedroom. Stuffing her face into insalubrious delicious meal. Susan had skipped out on dinner with her family; laying serenely wrapped in her yellow blanket, nursing the heating pad on her tummy. Alice made sparsely invites into her bedroom, sharing stories of her first period, rubbing Susan's legs, thumbing over Susan's warm cheeks.

But this was Susan's little oasis. Her bedroom where she could enjoy her little meal and be free from the motherly involvement of Alice. Susan munched away with her cheeseburger and fries, savoring the moment of her first period.

Sorry if the ending is a little cheesy :)))))

[hauntedheart92]

[sillimancer]

yknow when my therapist closed last week's session with a "so next week is the election please talk to me before considering dying" talk I kinda brushed it off but now it's two days away and there it is, that funny feeling once again.

[watermelonlovershigh]

can we have a scenario with Harry where the R is on her period and throwing up and harrys just trying his best to comfort her 😫🥺🥺

AN: i hope i did your request justice. luckily i've never had to experience throwing up from my period so i don't know how it's exactly like. so i just hope its kinda sorta accurate in how i describe the cramps making reader feel and get sick. also whoever requested this, please let me know what you think. feedback is really important for us writers.

This story contains: fluff, period leaking (kinda), being sick (puking) due to period cramps, comfort

{ boyfriendrry - soft!harry - think of fine line harry era - harry is not famous in this story }

word count- 2,173

While staying the night at your boyfriend Harry's house, you get your period and then end up getting sick due to painful period cramps.

You've known Harry for about two years. For most of those two years you were just friends. But about a month ago you finally confessed your harboring feelings for each other and now you're officially a thing. A couple. Dating more or less.

Yes you both were scared that if something happened with your relationship that your friendship would be over, but you just had to have a little bit of faith. Faith that no matter what happened your friendship comes first and foremost.

Now because this relationship is fairly new, Harry hasn't seen you at your most vulnerable states yet. Most vulnerable states as in when you're crying or sick or even the ups and downs you go through with your period. Well besides sex because you're both impatient, horny people. Because when you two were just friends, you were mainly friends within a friend group. Meaning you weren't like the closest friends ever.

Though over time you became closer as just friends and that's how you both realized you had feelings for each other. Still, Harry had yet to see you at your low points. But tonight that all changes.

Tonight, you were planning to spend the night at Harry's house. You've spent most nights at his house since becoming girlfriend and boyfriend if you're being honest. You just love the comfort Harry and his home brings to you.

Now unlike most nights that you stay over, you told Harry beforehand that you weren't in the mood for sex. You're not sure why but you had this pit feeling in your stomach that was secretly warning you of what's to come and that made you not want sex tonight.

You even told him if he'd rather you not come over because you didn't want sex to just tell you. But Harry just laughed through the phone and said that was ridiculous. That of course he still wants you to stay over. He doesn't just want to see you because of the sex. He loves you more than that.

The night started off well. Harry had ordered some chinese take-out and you both ate the delicious food while watching a romcom on his sofa. Eventually after you finished eating, you ended up cuddling into one another on the couch with a big fluffy blanket over top of you. That is until you felt the all too familiar feeling of your period starting. "Fuck," you hissed out.

"What?" Harry questioned quickly from his position as the big spoon behind you.

Going to stand up, you replied, "Um, think I started my period." At this point you knew there wasn't any way to hide the fact your period just started because you were staying the night at his house for fucks sake.

Harry had a frown on his face and goes to let you know, "Oh, well that's alright. I have some pad and tampons under my bathroom sink. Keep'um there for things like this." God, you're about ready to marry this man on the spot. His thoughtfulness is killing you.

You nodded your head and said shyly, "Okay, thank you. I'll be right back." You rushed off to the bathroom before you leaked too much in your panties and finally made it in time to collect the products you needed. Harry even bought the good brands too. Bless his heart.

After inserting a tampon and using a pad for extra protection, you were good to go. Except you realized just how tired you were now. It was nearly eleven at night anyways. So when you made it back down the stairs to Harry's living room where he had paused the movie to wait on you, you asked nervously, "Can, um, we just go to bed? I'm kinda tired now."

Without any thought, Harry stood up from the sofa and said, "Yeah, of course. Is everythin' alright with your period though. Need anythin' else?" If he doesn't stop being so nice you will be getting married tomorrow.

You shook your head, "No, I mean, yes I'm okay. Caught it right in time so I didn't leak through my clothes, thankfully. And my cramps usually start a few hours after I start. So I'm not in any pain right now. Just sleepy."

Harry turned the tv off and grabbed your hand to hold while walking up the stairs with you. "Good, but let me know if that changes. Don't be afraid to wake me up, okay. I won't mind." he commented.

A few moments later you were cuddled up in bed and ready to sleep. Your periods always made you extremely tired. Physically and mentally. Then not even five minutes into your cozy cuddles, you were asleep.

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As your eyes glance over at Harry's alarm clock you can see the time now is four am. You were sleeping peacefully until you started getting your first wave of period cramps. To hopefully will them away, you take some deep breaths and lay in a fetal position to try and fall back asleep. But you quickly realize that's not going to happen.

Now if you were at your house, you'd go take some medicine to help with your period cramps but beings that you're at your boyfriend's house, you didn't want to risk waking him up. Though he told you he wanted you to wake him if you needed anything, you just couldn't find it in you to do that.

I mean you're not necessarily embarrassed you got your period at Harry's house because he is a grown, mature man that knows women get periods. But it's more so about you being in such a vulnerable position in front of him for the first time. To your luck though, the period and the cramps were not even the worst of your worries right now. It's the creeping nausea that's blooming in your stomach.

You don't always get sick on your periods but you do more often than most you'd say. Like every three period cycles. And it's mostly from the cramps getting so bad that they make you feel and get sick. Oh how you wish on anything that this months period wouldn't be one of the months you get sick on your period. Especially not on a night you're staying at Harry's house.

As you continue to lay in bed beside a sleeping Harry, your cramps get worse and your nausea also gets worse. To the point you know you must get out of bed if you don't want to be sick all over his bed and floor. So you scramble to remove yourself from Harry's duvet and scurry over to his bathroom that's to the right of his room. But due to the room being pitch black, you accidently knock something off the night stand on your side of the bed which in turn wakes Harry up.

At this point you don't care that you've knocked something over nor do you care if it woke Harry up. All that you care about is not being sick on the floor. When you make it inside the bathroom, you flip the light switch on and run over to the toilet. Luckily you have a moment to prepare yourself for what's to come so you reach back to collect your messy hair out of your face and kneel down on the cold, hard floor.

Back in the bedroom, Harry is sat up very confused as to what's going on. The only thing he can assume is that you felt yourself starting to leak and ran to go change your products out. But when he hears your first dry heave, he knows that's not the case. He jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom so he can help you in any way he can.

"Hey, hey," Harry coos while finally reaching your kneeled body, "shhh, it's alright. Let it out, y/n. Your tummy will feel so much better." And just like that, after multiple harsh dry heaves, you begin to actually throw up. Which isn't pleasant and especially not pleasant when you ate chinese food for dinner.

Harry replaces your hand with his so he's now the one holding your hair back. You're in so much pain that you barely register he's in the bathroom with you. All you know is that your uterus feels like it's being kicked and punched repeatedly and you're so nauseous because of that.

You throw up for what feels like minutes until you finally catch a break. With his free hand, Harry collects some toilet paper and dabs it around your mouth and nose. Then he tosses it in the toilet and reaches up to flush the nasty contents. You whisper out an embarrassed, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, love. Hate seein' you like this. Is it your period that's making you sick? Or the chinese? Because if it's the chinese food then I should be a little worried since we ate the same thing." Harry replies.

"No um, forgot to mention but um, sometimes on my periods my cramps get so bad that it makes me get sick. Sorry you're having to see me like this. I know I probably look and smell gross. You can go back to bed if you want."

Biting back, Harry responds, "Hey, y/n, it's totally fine. I understand periods are painful for women. And if it makes you sick then that's alright. But I will do everythin' in my power to help you not feel sick anymore. And I am not leavin' you in here by yourself. I don't care that you're sick in front of me. We are in a relationship so it was gonna happen eventually anyways, right? Now do you still feel like you're going to throw up?"

You answer hoarsely, "Kinda, but if i had some medicine I think that would stop it. It's just my cramps hurt so bad I can barely move."

"Alright," Harry softly speaks, "stay here and let me get you some medicine." He stands up on cracking knees and searches through his medicine cabinet a few feet away. "Okay, here is some zofran for your nausea and here is some pain pills for your period cramps. Let me grab you a cup of water."

After filling a paper cup full of water and collecting the medicine, Harry comes back over to you and kneels down on the hard bathroom floor beside your body. He hands them to you and with shaky hands you take the cup of water and swallow down the pills. Then he grabs the now empty cup back from you and tosses it into the trash can beside the toilet.

Being patient with you, Harry doesn't suggest going back to bed until you feel ready enough to do so. He just sits beside you and gently grazes his fingers up and down your back. Once the zofran has kicked in, you don't feel sick anymore. You just feel achy and slightly gross.

Breaking the silence, you ask, "Can I take a shower and then go back to sleep? I feel all gross but also so tired again."

"Of course you can, baby. Let me get you a towel and an extra pair of clothes from your bag, okay." Harry gets up to do just that and you stand up realizing you need to use the toilet as well. But you'll wait until he returns with your stuff.

When Harry does return with your stuff, he gives your forehead a kiss and says, "Take your time, y/n. I'll be in bed waiting on you. Call for me if you need anythin''." And with that, he leaves and you're finally left alone to use the bathroom and shower.

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When you re-enter Harry's bedroom after your shower, you expect to see him fast asleep again. But no, he's propped up in bed watching Friends on the television that hangs on the wall in front of his bed. He turns his head towards you with a sleepy smile on his face. "How was your shower? All good?"

You nod and answer while climbing back into bed beside him. "Mhm, it was good. And um, thank you for taking care of me tonight. Really appreciate it."

"Awe, baby," Harry coos, turning the tv off and helping you move closer to him, "no need to thank me. It kills me to know you sometimes have to deal with your periods side effects alone. I love taking care of you." With your head now on his chest, he tilts his head down to peck your forehead with a kiss and questions, "Is your tummy feelin' better now? Not nauseous anymore?"

Tiredly, you shake your head no against his chest and whisper, "Just slight cramping but nothing like it was before. The medicine is working. Love you."

Knowing you're not in excruciating pain anymore, sleep starts to take over Harry's body too again. But not before he can mutter out an, "I love you, too."

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[c28hunter]

He is my Harry Styles

[goldlightsaber]

the worst was when i first moved to nyc …or actually it was jersey first….it was so fucking terribly lonely. i just remembered the neighborhood i lived in and the lonely ass grey fucking train station i would traverse every day to the godawful barista job. truly dark fucking times. i remember discovering this one french song and i was so numb i didn’t know what music i liked anymore and i just got some kind of essence from it and thought i liked it but i did not like it because i was in the worst time of my life. my god. i need to go unlike that song on my spotify

[gingermeadows]

i just had a rly sad thought that in feb 2026, harry will no longer be the youngest member of one direction

[b0zzybee]

HELP!! im looking for a harry styles fanfic that was on wattpad at one point. for the life of me, i cannot remember the name of it! i swear it started with 170 something. it was year. i know the mfc’s name started with an A but it was unusual, like Alley?? i believe it was a slow burn of sorts. she was a servant. harry was the son of a well off man. i remember the ending being so sweet! they ended up getting their own plot of land and building a house on a farm and starting a family. please help!!

[spencerreidswhore187]

Why is Watermelon Sugar making me cry?

[gumballavocadoharry]

Period care:

The cramps and bloat filled midsection made you miserable through the night. Tossing and turning because heat flashes, flashed every 10 minutes and not to mention the back pains you had from the heavy flow. Your boyfriend Harry worked at the cake shop not to far from your loft.

You had called him up and explained that you would be cancelling your date due to the intensity of your vexatious, arduous menstrual cramps. "Oh my poor bunny. I'll be right over." Before you could protest, Harry had already clicked off. You didn't feel like entertaining any company, but Harry coming over wouldn't be any trouble. You hoped. 

Harry knocked on your door a few minutes later. You opened it to find him standing there with 3 big boxes of cookies, cupcakes, mini cakes of all types. "Hey baby, I know you're not feeling good, so I decided to whip you up a batch of some homemade day old pastries."

"Oh Harry, that's so thoughtful!" You let him inside and helped him with the boxes and made some tea to go with the sweets.

"I can finish up, you go rest." Harry said escorting you back to your bed. He tucked the covers around you like a warm memory on a cold dark day and then he pressed candy like kisses to your forehead. "Call me if you need anything." He said with soft like bird chirp voice. 

He exited your bedroom, heading back downstairs into the kitchen where the tea kettle was hissing aggressively. Hearing it turn off, you knew it was Harry turning off the stove and pouring water into your cup and adding 6 sugars with the tea just as you liked it. The sound of plates banging against the table and the box opening, most likely unraveling a scent of sweet doughy smells that only a bakery can hold inside it's packages.

Big footsteps clomped up the stairs with the sound of rattling tea cups and plates clinking together. Excitement aroused as you were curious as to what your boyfriend was bringing in to serve you.

A gentle knock at your door alerted you to accept his invitation. "Hey baby, I made you some tea and added some cakes too." Harry set the smorgasbord down on your lap that was covered by your blanket. "Anything else?" You smiled and shook your head and then took a bit out of a cookie. "Thank you." Harry leaned in and kissed your cookie crumb covered mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too babe." You truly had the best boyfriend in the world. 

Sorry this is short!!! :(