(If you can see the entire title... hopefully you get my joke)
It has nothing to do with the fanfiction idea, but I just felt like it was necessary...
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I sat in the chair, trying to be still as cramps hit me like semi trucks, making me want to lay down and make them go away. I wanted to curse at them so many times. They hurt so bad.
I hated periods, especially ones like this. They hadn't been this bad before. Pain washed over me as one made me feel like I couldn't move. "Hell." I whispered. Patrick was inside of the recording studio recording "Save Rock And Roll" with Pete, Joe, and Andy. They had wanted me to be here because Patrick didn't feel super confident today.
I didn't want to come because of how sick I felt with this week. Cramps kept hitting me, making me feel like I was dying inside. Which I probably was because this hurt like hell.
They sounded great in there. They were recording 'The Phoenix' and Patrick had his eyes closed, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet singing the bridge until he stilled and leaned back to hit the note before opening his eyes entering the chorus.
The studio manager looked back at me as I cussed, the cramps becoming unbearable, causing me to excuse myself. "Tell Patrick not to worry, I'm just going to the bathroom." I lied, I was going to throw up.
I exited the room calmly, then went into the bathroom and threw up, feeling awful inside, everything emptying into the toilet I was bent over. I leant back into the stall door, trying to calm myself down. I could hear them go onto 'Alone Together'. It was a slower song, but I liked it. His voice filled the halls. It calmed me down until another wave hit me and I threw up more. I didn't know I had this much in me to vomit up. My coughs echoed in the bathroom, making me feel more sick.
Then something completely disgusted me. I sneezed. I felt it go everywhere.... oh god. I flushed the toilet and then sat on it changing myself like I was a baby changing its own diaper. I opened my purse. Shit.
I was completely out. I felt like I was going to faint. I heard the band go silent. I hope it was just a break. Then my nightmares came to life as a knock formed on the bathroom's main door.
"Y/N babe, you okay?" It was Patrick.
"Uh...yeah."
"Come out, you're not okay, come on honey" I did what I could and then composed myself, preparing to face my boyfriend.
"You okay sweetheart?" He put his arm on my shoulder. I looked him in the eye. "What's wrong?"
Before I could answer, a cramp hit me like a tsunami. It made me wince and fall on my knees. Patrick leaned down and picked me up. "We're getting you home."
He put me in the front seat of his car after calling Pete from the car. I shut my eyes as he drove home. The cramps only continuing. It's never been this continuous. It's never been this bad. I brought my legs up to my chest. Patrick's hand landed on my knee. "It's okay. I'm sorry."
"It's okay babe. It's just a bad period."
"Do you need anything?"
"Pads."
"I'll drop you off at home and get you comfy first." He turned and slows the car. He helps me out and we head inside were he lays me on our bed and goes back out into the rest of the house. I ball up into pain.
He comes back with a heating pad and a mug of hot cocoa. He also brought me ibuprofen and another pillow and blanket. He helps me get under the covers and props me up with the pillows. He also gets the heated pad going and then kisses me on the forehead. "I'll be back soon okay?"
By now, he knows what to get. He's amazing. I love him so much when he's like this. I love him like this no matter how he is. He's an amazing boyfriend.
After a couple of minutes my phone buzzes. It's Patrick.
P: These them?
He sent a picture.
Y: yep, thanks honey. Love ya so much.
P: love ya too babe.
I smiled at my phone, then laid back down on my back, closing my eyes, knowing I have the best boyfriend ever.