Nick and Noah are boyfriend and girlfriend

Noah shifts uncomfortably in bed, the familiar ache of the relentless force of nature that is her period refusing to let her sleep. She sighed, reached for the bottle of painkillers on her nightstand, and swallowed one with a gulp of water, hoping it would kick in soon. Until then, she decided that a sweet treat might help, so she quietly pulled herself out of bed and walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the cold floor.

Her eyes caught the faint glow of light spilling from beneath Nick’s bedroom door. His light was on, meaning he was still awake. Forgetting all about the kinder bueno she was headed for, she instead softly knocked on his bedroom door, careful not to wake their parents. Although Nick constantly reminds her that it’s a big house, and the chances of them hearing anything is slim to none, Noah isn’t going to risk it. especially now that things are so good between them.

A few seconds later, the door swings open with a shirtless and messy-haired Nick. Of course, he’s shirtless. She teases him about how he loves to be shirtless even when it’s not even that warm. They live in the UK, for crying out loud. There is rarely an occasion where he needs to be shirtless, but she secretly loves it. she finds herself admiring his body as he walks around the house, especially when that tattoo just above his waistband peaks out, an area she knows all too well. Before she even thinks too much on it, a sharp pain shows its presence, reminding her of her current situation.

“Is everything alright?” he asks with a raspy voice.

“I couldn’t sleep” With that, he lets her in without further questions.

He walks toward his bed, settling back into the spot he’d left moments before. With a gentle pat on the space beside him, he invites her to join. She lays down beside him, both of them curling onto their sides, facing each other. He pulls her closer by the waist, now so close they’re sharing a pillow. The dim light from the room cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the subtle curve of his lips. His features seemed to glow in the low light, the warmth between them only making him seem even more irresistible.

It was as if he could sense her thoughts, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, like a secret shared in silence. After what felt like seconds, he withdrew, his thumb grazing her cheek as he pulled back, their lips lingering just a moment longer in the silence.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” he asks with that look of worry he gets whenever anything isn’t going right for her, as if he knows the weight of her struggles before she says a word.

“cramps”

“Have you taken-”

“yes”

He removes the hand that was cupping her face and starts to slide it down her body, stopping at her lower stomach which at this point was uncomfortably bloated.