I Wish for More Than This *One Direction Fanfic*

One Way or Another

As you can see by this title, I started writing this a long time ago. I just haven't been motivated or had the time.

Plus, I felt kind of awkward writing some of this.

SHOOT I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE A LOT LONGER. DANG IT.

Dedicated to Ashleydoylie for being awesome and making my week :)

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I don't feel well. At. All.

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, prying Harry's hands off of my waist.

He woke up, startled.

"Uh HARRY!" I cried out, clutching my stomach in pain.

In an instant I heard a thud and Harry was in the doorframe, rubbing his frantic, alert, and tired eyes.

"Jessica! What's wrong??"

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I don't know why I called him in there because I didn't need him in there.

"Jessica??"

I blushed and covered my head.

I knew what was wrong the second I got up.

He strolled up to me and put a finger under my chin, lifting my face up to meet his.

"Jessica, baby, what's wrong? Are you ok??"

"Yeah...I'm-I'm fine."

"You sure? You don't seem-"

"I am." I snapped.

Mood swings alert.

"Jessica-" he softly said, however, I interupted him.

"Actually...um...can you get me some..." I blushed, "Motrin...?"

He stood there, confused.

"Love, just tell me what's wrong? Are you ok? Why do you need it?"

I blushed even more.

Gosh, boys are so stupid.

How does he not get it?!

"I-er-I kind of don't, um, feel well." I hinted at the words feel well.

"Jessica, love, just tell me what's wrong, do you need to go see a doctor-"

I rolled my eyes.

It was late at night, or, well, early in the morning, and I was not feeling well.

"Jessica-"

"I'M ON MY PERIOD FOR CRYING OUT LOUD JUST GET ME THE DAMN MOTRIN!" I yelled at him, done with this embarrassment.

Hey, it's not my fault women get periods and men are so freaking clueless about them.

Now it was his turn to blush.

"Oh, um, uh, yeah, sorry, I should have-" he blabbered as he fiddled with his fingers.

I rolled my eyes, yet again.

"Just get the damn medicine. I don't feel well." I stammered through a particularly painful cramp.

I hate boys. In general. Boys are the reasons we get them, see? And boys just make everything more complicated. Plus they are sexist...yeah. When I am on my period, I go through a 'I hate all boys' phase.

"Oh, sure, uh, one minute..." he muttered as he hurried out o