Night Shift [h.s]

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☁️ ALANNAH ☁️

I was reaching new levels of exhaustion by the time my shift had ended. I was completely done for, just ready to collapse into my bed and catch up on all of my missed sleep. I didn't quite realise how different a night shift could be to a day shift, as well as how much more exhausting it was to work in the ED.

I made sure to finish promptly, the second half of my shift was a lot quieter and slower anyway, but the moment it hit seven o'clock, I was out of those doors and straight on my way to wake Harmony from her slumber.

Even though I was ridiculously exhausted, I still had at least another two hours where I had to force myself to stay awake enough to start up a little morning routine with Harmony and get her to school on time. And then after that, but only after that, I'll have time to crash into my pillow for a few hours before I have a little meeting arranged with none other than doctor Styles.

I was starting to wonder why I had agreed to such things when I was still so adamant that this was a mistake and I knew I couldn't let myself fall in deep with Harry. It simply just wasn't professional and if I had to work with him every shift, then I'd at least like to be civil with him. I felt like this was almost making me hate him, or perhaps I was just hating myself for letting it happen. Not to mention the fact that I could barely even keep my eyes open. I wanted to get as much sleep as I could squeeze in before I was picking Harmony up from school, but instead I'd be dabbling in other business.

Though I suppose that was my choice.

I knew that once again I'd have to be making a quick dash out of his house to be able to grab Harmony from school and I knew that that was something he was particularly going to like.

I had learnt very quickly that Harry was very much into giving out some kind of aftercare. He wanted to lay and cuddle, he wanted me to sleep in his bed, he wanted to feed me and take care of me like I was some kind of pet. He wanted to give me a lift home and make sure I was safe. It was almost like he was treating me like I was some kind of rare gem, a treasure that needed to be kept safe away from the hands of the world.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn't something that I could really cram into my already busy life. I couldn't hang around whilst we showered each other or whilst he made me food, I had to get back home to pick my daughter up from school, though he doesn't know that and so I can understand where some of his upset comes from.

He probably thinks I'm just fucking him and abandoning him.

That was essentially what I was doing, but it sounded a lot worse when it was worded like that. In fact, I was being a responsible mother, making sure I'm on time to pick my little girl up from school for practically the first time ever. I was hardly being a villain.