I felt overwhelmed while I stared at all the bags Harry had dropped in front of me on the couch. I sat up and peered into some of them noticing he had brought clothes, underwear, shampoo and more.
"Here." He handed me a bag. I pulled the sides to see it was pads and tampons. The bag was full of feminine things for periods.
There were probably a dozen pads and tampons of different sizes inside. I felt my cheeks heat up again. "You didn't have to buy all these." I said holding up the bag to him. He shrugged and pushed his hands into his leather jacket pockets.
"I didn't really know which brand you used or.. size so I grabbed every size and some of the more popular brands I googled."
A laugh escapes my lips. "You googled popular period brands?" I couldn't keep the teasing tone out from my voice.
"Yes. Thought it was important."
He bent down to retrieve all the bags that he had dropped in front of me. "I'll help you take these upstairs." I nodded and stood up and followed him into the room I was staying in. It was basically the only bedroom in the apartment giving me the impression this was kinda like a bachelor pad of his.
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I had been laying inside the room for a few hours now. My hair was wet from the shower I had taken and my lower stomach was feeling uncomfortable but the feeling was familiar.
I hated periods so much.
I groaned into the pillows while hugging my stomach. I could one expect me to deal with this until I reached menopause. I couldn't do it.
I sat up right and my feet padded across out of the room. If I kept laying around then my mind would be too occupied with the pain. I needed to distract myself. I appeared in the open spaced living room to see Harry was leaning over the coffee table with papers scattering it. He seemed deep in thought and at my arrival he looked up.
"You need anything?" He asked as I walked over to him and sat a few feet away from him.
I shook my head. "Nope." I looked at the papers to see what they were but he quickly gathered them before I could read them. "What're you doing?" I asked.
"Work."
I hummed in response leaning my head against the soft pillows.
"How do you know Liam?" I asked. My mind had been asking that question for a while now and I couldn't help but fish for answers. "Like how did you meet him?"
"Jail."
I sat up and raised my brows. "Liam has been to jail?" Harry shook his head and pulled the curl which fall into his eyes back.
"No. I was in jail and he was visiting some crook." Harry shrugged.
"Why were you in there?" I asked curiously.
He furrowed his eyes. "I got caught with dealing in the streets.."
"You were dealing?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I was in foster care and I ran away from this shitty home so to survive I started to deal and got caught. I was supposed to go to juvie but they tried me as an adult."
I frowned realising that Harry has had a really tough life. She had found his mother after committing suicide then gone to jail years after to end up working for a gang that terrorised civilians.
I placed my hand gently on his arm and give it a soft squeeze. "Harry that's horrible. I'm really sorry." I say still frowning.
He snickered and shook his head allowing the mop of curls on top of his head to spring back and forth. "I'll never understand why someone says they're sorry when it isn't their fault." He smiled "and I don't need your pity. It's been years."
I nodded and pulled my hand away to lay it against my knee. I was finding out so much about him in such short time. "What about you?" He asked making my snap to his. I furrowed my brows waiting for him to further elaborate. "Tell me some things about you." He says pushing his back into the mount of pillows behind him and getting further comfortable while staring at me.
What about me? I thought to myself. Him and Liam probably knew all about me. "Uh.." I trailed my voice off in thought.
Harry
I stared at her expectedly. Her loose brown hair was cascading down to her ribs. She gently pushed a strand behind her ears while her striking blue eyes stared deep into mine.
"Well I can't say I've been to jail," she laughed and I smirked back at her. "But I did go to school." I already knew that. I kidnapped her from her school.. that was so long ago. "It was one of those private schools and the tuition was just a lot.." she trailed off and her hands played with one another. She was really captivating I don't think she knew that. "My mum had to work day and night for her to afford it because she wanted me to have the most possible education," she continued. I also knew this because we checked her mother's work schedule and there wasn't a day she wasn't working. "But the girls there were really horrible I don't think they realise how lucky they are.. you know they had a dad who had a really decent job and a mum who was always around.."
Her eyes were glistening now and I frowned. Why was she crying? I reached towards her and laid my hand over hers that she was aggressively picking on. Her blue eyes snapped up to look at me.
"You have a dad.." I mumbled not taking my eyes from her. Her pink lips frowned as the words left my lips. Shit Styles. She has a dad but he's a cold fucking bastard. I mentally scold myself for saying that. I'm such a dipshit. "And your mum she's alive." I shrugged quickly trying to flip the topic to the one parent that she loves.
The tears that had formed in her eyes now slowly trailed down her cheeks. "Harry" she started pulled her hand from mine to wipe her cheeks "I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound ungrateful of my mum.." she mumbled and my eyes widened. Shit what I had said made a guilty but I really didn't mean to make her feel that way.
Oh fuck and now she's crying. Fuck you Styles.
"I don't know why I'm crying, this is so silly." She whispered the last part to herself while she tried to wipe every single tear that rolled down her cheek.
Her cheeks were red and her eyes were bloodshot now. Her pink lips were trembling.
Usually I would make a joke out of this situation. Especially a period one since she was on it. But as of now I have started to slowly bond with her so every time we talked I had been carefully choosing my words. I didn't want to tease her and make her upset.
I remembered the days where I would find pure joy in hurting her feelings. I was reckless and would say anything in a situation that hurt people. It was just me and that was the way I loved making others uncomfortable.
I hadn't realised that I had gently pressed her head against mine. Her soft cries were now muffled and I was slowly running my long fingers through her soft dark hair. What the fuck was I doing? If Liam could see us right now he would flip his shit. I knew that he didn't want me to make any relationship with Olivia because I was his family too.
"Shh.." I whispered in a soothing manner hoping that she would stop her cries because I hated when girls cried. And blood. I hated blood too.
After what felt like a lifetime Olivia pulled away from my hold. Her eyes were still bloodshot from her tears but her cheeks were dry. She sniffled a little and brought her fingers to her face and wiped her eyes.
"Jesus I'm sorry Harry." She mumbled pulling her hands down "I didn't come here to distract you from your work then bawl my eyes out."
"I'm sorry" she says again standing up. "It has to be you know.. my period." She whispered the last part softly and I nodded.
