Night Shift [h.s]

fifty three

☁️ HARRY ☁️

I knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up randomly in the middle of the night. I knew something wasn't right when my eyes snapped open in the dead of night, not due to a sound or a movement, I just woke up with paranoia in my mind. Something was making me feel on edge and I didn't know what, but there was no way in hell I could just close my eyes again and drift off to sleep, not when my heart was beating so erratically as if I had woken up from a nightmare, only the fact was that I had woken from a beautiful dream. I had no reason to feel like this but something was making me feel uneasy.

It takes me a few moments to blink the sleep out of my eyes and to come around to reality, for a moment I actually thought I was still dreaming when I woke up with a wave of anxiety lapping over my skin, but when I blink a few more times and turn my head to the side expecting to see Lana curled up by my side, my stomach actually dropped when my eyes didn't take in her figure.

She wasn't there. She wasn't beside me. She wasn't right next to me as she should be with her face pressed against the pillow as she enjoys her first night at home for the first time in over two weeks.

I think I knew all along that she'd find it hard to sleep and that she'd be watching over Henley like a hawk the whole entire night, but I at least expected her to be next to me, I thought that even if she wasn't sleeping, she'd be laying awake or maybe even sitting up, watching over Henley's every move. But she wasn't there at all. She wasn't sitting on the edge of the bed, she wasn't standing over the crib I had moved in, she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Lana?" I sit myself up, rubbing my eyes on confusion as I struggle to see through the darkness. I had no idea what the time was, though the fact that it was still pitch black was telling me that it must've been at least one or two in the morning.

When I threw my covers off of myself I was hoping to god that she'd be in Henley's room, changing his nappy or feeding him, I was assuming that maybe she had just taken him out of the room when he started fussing to prevent waking me up, though the way my stomach felt so uneasy, I just knew that wasn't the case.

"Lana? Are you okay?" I stand on my feet and call out to her as if she was just in the room next door, though I make sure to keep my voice quiet just incase I end up waking Harmony or Henley, or maybe even Lana if she had passed out in Harmony's room or maybe even in the rocking chair in Henley's room. It could all be so innocent.

I pause on my feet, waiting momentarily for Lana to respond telling me she was fine or that she had just nipped to the toilet or maybe she was simply changing Henley after he had woken up with a dirty nappy. But I heard nothing. The house was filled with notice but silence, the type of silence that was actually deafening, the type that was eerie.