It was that time of the month again. You never really minded it though because you never got painful cramps or headaches like some people. It was just an excuse to skip a run and eat a little more ice cream than you usually would.

Harry, on the other hand would make a big deal of your period. He would always try to comfort you and do things for you while you were on it, and would always ask to take care of you but you always refused because it just made you feel useless and sick.

Harry comes into your shared bedroom and flops himself next to you on the bed. The sun streams down onto you, warming up your body and the sheets around you. "Hey baby."

"Hmmm," you hum into his chest as he runs his fingers delicately through your messy morning hair.

"Hey babe—"

"Yeah?" Harry asks.

"Do you think you could take care of me and we could just cuddle the whole day?" You ask quietly. When you look up from Harry's chest you see a gigantic smile on the goofball's face.

"Of course." Harry pulls you into him as he breathes in your scent and squeeze you comfortingly as you relax back into the bed and into Harry.