Future Plans & Period Cramps

                                    

                                          
Getting out of bed and dressed to walk the ten meters down the road to Harry's fraternity house was a lot more effort than it should have been. With your crippling period pains, and your overall exhaustion, you'd been reluctant to do anything at all today.
                          
But you'd promised you'd spend the evening at Harry's rather than at yours like you usually would, and you're quite insistent on keeping your promises. So you'd peeled yourself out of bed and plodded on over to his with your overnight bag and a book in case he got distracted by his brothers at any point. You don't particularly like going over to Harry's because the boys have a tendency to take the piss every second they know you're there. You don't particularly care, you just hate being interrupted every five minutes for no apparent reason other than that one of them thinks they might catch you doing something remotely dirty.
                          
You've already knocked on the door, and now you're just standing waiting for something to happen. The sororities and fraternities are currently in that brief period where the newbies haven't started their terrifying rituals yet, which means there's less for both of you to worry about in terms of getting roped into something. You think you might have to avoid each other for a week or so when that does eventually come around.
                          
The door finally swings open, revealing Matt wearing an innocent smile. "Hey, mate."
                          
"Hey." You mumble with a small smile. "Where is he?"
                          
"In his room, as per." He hums, nodding towards the staircase.
                          
"Thank you." You breathe a sigh of relief, and practically dart up the stairs to avoid anyone else seeing you. It does little in the way of helping your cramps, but you're trying your best not to think about them.
                          
You knock twice, but you don't hesitate to enter without waiting for an answer from him. Harry is sat at his frankly tiny desk, sitting lazily in his chair with his legs wide, scrolling through a series of profiles on his computer. He looks up to you with a warm smile, but never says anything as he goes back to his searching.
                          
Closing the door behind you, you drop your bag without a care for the fact that it now sits haphazardly in the middle of Harry's bedroom floor, and you wander over to him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
                          
"Hi." You murmur, and brush your lips against his temple.
                          
His free hand that isn't scrolling takes an easy grip on your arm, and he drops his head to kiss your knuckles. "Hiya."
                          
"These your new pledges?"
                          
Harry sighs, nodding heavily. "Yep. Not entirely sure what to make of them but we'll decide tomorrow."
                          
"That bad, are they?" You ask over a quiet but high-pitched laugh.
                          
"Half of 'em are bloody relatives of this lot I already live with." He grumbles, his head rolling sideways to rest against your arm. "Rich has been in here five times asking me about his cousin, for Christ's sake."
                          
You shrug, and with a firm peck to his temple you detach yourself from him to perch on the edge of his bed. "Wouldn't worry about it too much, you've got a whole team of boys to help you pick." You remind him as you toe your shoes off.
                          
Harry inhales a long breath, and swiftly shuts the lid on his laptop. "You're right."
                          
"Know I am." You reply, but it's lifeless as you collapse backwards to stare at his ceiling. You could probably pass out here and now if you wanted to.
                          
"You alright?" Harry asks, and you can hear the soft concern in his voice.
                          
"Got really bad cramps. Sorry in advance."
                          
Harry pouts a little, and stands from his seat. He crawls over you with a soft smile, his curls nearly tickling your face as they dangle above you. "Want a bath or something? Might make it a bit easier for you..."