An Unpleasant Surprise

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(Song: When The Party's Over by Billie Eilish)

Once the movie is over and the credits start rolling, Anne starts to speak.

"Thank you so much, Harry. This was really fun," she says, letting out a big yawn. It was already 11:00, so I can understand why she is tired.

"Of course! I'm glad you could come meet Ellie," Harry says.

"I'm glad, too. Ellie, I hope we'll be able to get together more often," she says, directing her kind eyes over to me.

"Yeah, that'd be fun," I say with a smile. I definitely feel a lot more comfortable talking with Gemma and Anne, but I do need some more time to get used to them.

We all walk upstairs from the basement and toward the door.

"Bye, Ellie," Gemma says, giving me a hug. "Take care of Harry."

I chuckle and hug her back. "I'll try my best," I say.

"Good. Well, I'll see you later, guys," she says to Harry and me.

"Bye, Gem," Harry says.

•~~~~~

Harry shuts the door and turns to face me. "See?" He says with a smile. "They love you."

"Yeah, I guess I was kinda overreacting. I'm sorry," I admit.

Harry chuckles. "It's fine, love. Those things just happen sometimes, even when we know everything will be okay. Our brains are weird things," he tells me.

I nod my head. "Does it happen to you too?" I ask, nervously. Hopefully Harry won't feel like I'm trying to ruin his privacy. He probably doesn't want to talk about anxiety. I shouldn't have asked

"It does," he says. "Everyone experiences anxiety sometimes, but, unfortunately, some people react to it in ways that can be scary. Kind of like what happened up there. I want you to come get me if you ever feel like you're going to have another panic attack, okay?"

"Okay," I say, nodding my head.

"Anyway, What do you say we head to bed. It's pretty late," Harry says.

"Yeah, I'm tired," I say, letting out a big yawn.

"I can tell," Harry says with a smile. "Go get ready for bed and I'll come tuck you in in a minute." He motions with his hand toward the stairs.

"Okay," I say and head up the stairs, carrying my phone in one hand.

•~~~~~

When I get to my room I walk to my closet and grab a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain, pink T-shirt to change into.

I walk to my bathroom and gently comb through my hair with my fingers before pulling it back. The smell of the  lavender scented face wash pervades the room as I wash my face.

I finish up in the bathroom and then walk to my bed. I climb under the soft covers and close my eyes. I didn't realize how exhausted I actually was until right now.

I hear Harry  enter my room a few minutes later and walk over to me. I'm facing the opposite way and I think he assumes I'm already asleep.

"Love you, El. Get a good nights sleep," he whispers while placing a hand softly on my shoulder. "I'll be right in my room if you need anything."

The only sound in the room is of Harry's footsteps leaving my room and the door creaking a little as it shuts. I drift off into a deep sleep, and, thankfully, have no nightmares.

•~~~~~

I wake up to an arm shaking me. "Dad," I groan. "It's Sunday. I don't have to be up early." The covers which were covering my body are torn off of me, exposing my arms to the cool air.

I grab the covers back and pull them over my head. To be completely honest, I don't feel too well. I don't think I'm really sick or anything, though. "I know it's Sunday, but you still need to get up," Harry laughs. "It's already 12:30."

Geez. Maybe I should get out of bed. It's actually kind of nice waking up in the afternoon because then I can skip breakfast and I won't be consuming extra calories.

"12:30?" I question, stupidity.

"Yes, 12:30," Harry says. I feel the bed dip down, which means Harry is now sitting next to me.

"Yeah, I mean, that's not that late," I mumble in my covers.

"This is the most typical 'teenager' conversation a parent and kid could ever have," Harry chuckles.  He grabs the blankets and pushes them off the bed so I can't reach them unless I get up.

"Daaad," I say, turning around so I'm actually facing him and we can have a real conversation. "Can I have my blankets back?" I ask with a pout.

"Sure," Harry says. "In about nine hours," he adds.

"Nooo," I complain and dramatically roll back over on my bed. All I want to do is sleep.

"I'll meet you downstairs in five minutes, okay?" Harry asks, ignoring my complaints.

"Fine," I groan and sit up. "But you do realize this is the wrong thing to do?" I question.

"And what do you mean by that?" He asks back.

"I mean that it's Sunday, and, by law, you can't do anything. Sunday is the only day of the week where you can be lazy without being judged," I say.

"Oh, wow. By law? I didn't know the government could regulate what we do on Sunday now," Harry says with a fake shocked expression.

I nod my head. "I guess I won't call the cops or anything," I tell him. "But only if you're nice to me."

"I promise I'll be nice," he says with a smile. "I'll be downstairs, Love."

Harry walks out of my room and shuts the door behind him. I sigh and get out of bed. I really don't feel like doing anything.

I walk to the bathroom with an outfit from my closet and shut the door. When I pull off my sweatpants, I see an unpleasant surprise.

Well, this sucks.

Of course I had to get my period today. Especially considering I don't have any pads or tampons, so that means I'll have to ask Harry.

I push my outfit to the side and put on some black sweatpants which I still have in my bathroom from a few nights ago. When I'm on my period, I basically live in black clothes, just to be safe.

I walk out of my bathroom and go over to my bed. When I lift up the covers, of course, I see a red stain on my white sheets.

This is just great.

I grab my phone, which is sitting on my nightstand, and head downstairs, thinking of how I'm going to bring this up to Harry.

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