One Direction preference

You get your period when you sleep over at his house.

Harry: You couldn't believe you'd left it all at your place. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to think of any possible way to get through just a few more minutes, long enough for you to come up with an excuse to leave. After all, you hadn't been dating Harry that long and you didn't feel comfortable enough to discuss something like this with him. "You alright in there babe?" He knocked on the door, making you realize that you'd been in there a second too long. "Yeah, I'll be right out." You ran a hand through your hair, searching for some sort of solution though you knew there was only one. "Harry, this is going to be really awkward and I don't want to do this to you. I totally forgot that it was almost that time, you know and I don't really have anything on me." You groaned, Harry cracking the door open just a tad. "Oh, so should I go to the store and get something for you?" He asked, only to return later with two bags full of everything the clerk had told him he'd need, including a box of chocolates and enough product so that he'd probably never need to go out and buy more for you.

Louis: "Oh gosh Lou. I'm so sorry." Your cheeks reddened even further as you stepped quickly to the laundry room of his house, grabbing the first roll of paper towels and bleach that you saw, walking back into the living room only to find Louis looking at you incredulously, his arms crossed and brow raised at you. "I'm sorry okay. It wasn't even supposed to be coming on until next week. I promise I'll get it out before it stains." If you'd spoken any faster he may not have heard you. "Stop that. It's okay. Hey, are you okay? Do you need anything?" He asked, hoping that you would calm down with his words and his arms wrapping around you. You let out yet another ashamed laugh, pulling away from him, resuming your walk to the couch. "What I need is to get this stain out so that I feel better about myself." You laughed, Louis standing back as he watched you trying to fix the little mess you'd made, though he'd already forgiven you as it wasn't something you could help. Plus, he always thought you were cute when you got a little frazzled.

Niall: Niall knew there was only one way to get you to get over your little happening in the bed earlier that morning when mother nature had decided to pay you a little visit. His jokes always made you laugh and he knew that making light of the situation would make you feel better, make you see that he wasn't as uncomfortable as you thought he was, speaking in short sentences since the incident. "Alright babe, you don't have to freak out anymore. Now that I know it wasn't an actual crime scene in our room I'm okay so you should be too." Your mouth fell open at his words, quick to defend yourself, laughing a little at him. "It was like one drop of blood!" He chuckled, blue eyes lighting with his laughter. "Hey, at least now I know that protection I've been using is working. Maybe you should bleed on the bed every month just to remind me." He smirked, you shaking your head, your face reddening as he continued. "Alright, we talked about it now can we just move on?" You asked, cringing at his terribly embarrassing comments, face palming yourself as he leaned against the wall, grinning in satisfaction. "Of course, that's all I wanted."

Liam: Liam cleared his throat, looking a little bashful and nervous himself as he approached you. "So I need to tell you something but I don't want you to think I'm upset or get all uncomfortable because I know it's a natural thing and I just think you should know so that you can do your thing whatever it is you have to do for that-" You cut Liam off, laughing and confused at his sudden rate of talking. "Spit it out Li." You grabbed hold of his arms your hand flying over your mouth when he admitted what he'd been going on about. "There's a blood spot on the bed." Your hands flew over your mouth at the same time, both of you having the same reaction to your little spill as you scurried off to get yourself cleaned up and the bed, both of you beet red and laughing at how alike you were in reacting.

Zayn: You tugged at the covers though half of them were tucked under Zayn. The little red spot you'd woken up to had you in a panic, mother nature having paid you a visit in the night. "What's wrong?" Zayn mumbled, not yet wanting to wake up. "Nothing, I just need to get the sheets to wash." You tugged again, waking Zayn. "Can't that wait until later. I'm sleep." He turned over, his eyes fluttering open, falling from you to where you eyes were glued to the spot you'd left on the bed. He stood up, chuckling a little as you removed the sheets. "Why didn't you just wake me?" He crossed his arms, stepping over to you. "Because I didn't want you to know." You confessed, cheeks red from slight embarrassment that you'd possibly messed up his sheets. "You didn't want me to know that you're a woman. I do have three sisters you know?" He reminded you, making you feel slightly better about having bled in his bed, though he would need fresh set of sheets.