“hey liv im back from work!” zayn calls out to his little sister, liv as he walks through the door and hangs his keys on his assigned peg that she made. he couldn’t hear her call back.

“livvy?” he drops his bag by the door and walks up to her bedroom. he knocks on the door softly and when he hears sniffles he opens the door.

liv was sitting on the floor, head in her knees, crying.

zayn immediately runs over and sits next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder “hey hey hey.. what’s wrong sweetie..?” he says, rubbing her shoulder “did something happen at school..?”

liv lifts her head and looks up at him “uhm.. IT happened..” she says sadly before putting her head back into her knees

zayns eyebrows furrow in confusion and he rubs her back comfortingly “what do you mean IT? you gotta elaborate..”

“the thing.. that happens to girls.. when.. they’re becoming young ladies..” she rubs her eyes and looks up at him.

his eyes widen in realisation “oh.. OH.. you.. you got your period?! today?!” he was panicking slightly. their mum died and their dad was.. not a great one. so he looked after her

“yes! i’m scared i don’t know what to do! and why didn’t i get it earlier?!” she groans and puts her face in her hands

“it’s okay.. you were just a late bloomer.. i was too..” he says trying his best to be comforting but he wasn’t good at it clearly

“gross..”

he giggles “it’s not gross it’s life..”

she looks up at him once again “well.. can you please call perrie.. so she can help me..?”

perrie was zayns girlfriend of a few years and the only girl figure she knew really. she’d know what to do and how to help her..

“yeah.. yeah of course..”