After weeks, of being repeatedly persisted about coming along with Ava to go skiing with her delicious but daunting fiancé and her brother, whom which you cannot stand, you finally give in and say yes.

Your phone explodes with countless messages thanking you, sending you flight details and screenshots of the perfect holiday you’ll have, according to TripAdvisor and Pinterest. You trust one of those sources and it’s the latter for a reason, Ava.

You packed skiing gear and turn up at the airport, in the early evening for the flight. With huffs and puffs, Alex, Ava’s fiancé, agreed to flying commercial but on a lush airline and in first class. Eurgh, billionaires. You’re catered on the whole flight and it’s great, other than being stuck beside Ava’s brother. Josh. Goddamn. Chen.

Doctor who works in the ER, being everyone’s here and saving lives, unfairly tall and way to handsome for his own cocky good. Smart, funny and gorgeous, enough that it drives you mental. Why should anyone’s hair be so perfect? Or someone’s muscles so perfect toned, not too much nor too little?!

So when you arrive at the hotel; as life goes, you get your period. It’s painful and you’re left with fake smiles and clutching your suitcase with a grip that leaves your knuckles white. Josh, picking up on it, somehow leans closer to you. “Everything okay?”

You look up and manage a small nod. He looks doubtful. So when Ava begs you to share a room with him, because she wants cosy time (cough cough sex time) with her fiancé, you grumble but give in.

You follow Josh, and claim the far side of the bed, nearer the balcony. You sit on the bed, feeling a headache come on. Oh for gods’ sake.

“Red.” He says from behind you. “What’s going on?”