Broken Misery (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 38

Sexual content, readers advised!

-Katexx

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Chapter 38

Harry was supposed to be back within twenty minutes, just dropping Gemma at her hotel and then coming straight back home, but it's been over an hour and he's not answering his phone.

I've been lying on the sofa with a heated pad on my stomach, a pillow tucked under my head and my feet elevated and spread as if I had to push during contractions. That's what the cramps feel like: fucking contractions. And they've brought their lovely friend Headache along on the ride again.

Though nothing interesting is playing on TV, I still leave it on to distract my thoughts from the pain. Dinner was definitely too much to handle, only causing more pressure on my uterus and creating more pain in the process. The spaghetti, however, was absolutely delicious, and the ice cream we ate after was even better.

I shouldn't have eaten that damn ice cream.

I let out a loud whine when a painful cramp hits, almost causing me to jerk on the sofa. I even had to change from my jeans to sweatpants, and that even isn't enough to make me comfortable. If I wasn't wearing a tampon, I'd push the blood out of my vagina like I'd push a baby.

"El?" Harry calls when the door finally opens.

With the TV playing, I didn't even hear the lock. "In the living room," I call back.

I hear bags and a little bit of fumbling, his keys being tossed in the key bowl and his coat falling twice from the hook. His footsteps switch from shoes to socks, easily noticeable from the oak hardwood floor, and he walks in the living room with two white plastic bags in his hands.

"I stopped at Superdrug," he explains as he sits on the coffee table and deposits the bags by his side. "The lady sold me NSAIDs for period cramps, and I also picked up more tampons because your box was empty." I giggle at the sight of Harry producing the biggest box of tampon I've ever seen from one of the bags, the exact brand I usually take. Even Costco boxes of tampons aren't this big. "Oh, and I picked up your birth control prescription. I thought you'd have to start it again after this week."

I force my body to sit up and stretch a little, dropping the heating pad beside me. Harry places the box aside but I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me until he carefully collapses onto my body, holding his weight not to crush me. "You're too fucking adorable," I squeal, kissing his lips hard.

"It'll be more adorable when a photo of me buying tampons shows up in the magazines," he playfully argues but keeps the smile on his face to show that he doesn't care. "How are you feeling, anyway?"

"Better," I lie, because the pain has gotten worse and Harry doesn't need to worry about that. "I'll feel better after a good night of sleep, to be honest."

He picks himself up and grabs the bags. "How about a hot bath first? I read online that it should help with the back cramps also."

"Are you seriously telling me that you've been researching menstrual shit online?"

Harry bites his lips and smirks. "Maybe."

Laughing, I close my eyes and sink into the pillow. "Okay, you're definitely the cutest thing on this fucking planet. Now go run me a bath before I give birth of blood clogs on this sofa."

"Right." He scrunches up his nose in disgust. "But while I do that, take the medication. The lady said it'd help more than regular Advil."

"Fine, mister."