stars shine brightest in room 93 (halren/halsren/lausey?)

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tune: so much beauty in dirt-modest mouse

I wake up with Lana sleeping soundly in my arms with a faint knocking sound in my ear.

I look down at her, observing her soft, calm features as this insistent knocking rips any kind of tranquility from me. It's a nice little contrast.

"Yes," I say groggily, groaning at the bright light seeping from the window.

I hate having my sleep interrupted on days that I know I don't have to work. It's annoying and it's not like I'm not used to waking up early―because I most definitely am―it's just that since I do have to wake up early so often, getting to sleep in is such an amazing relief, that if I don't get it when I was expecting it, I get irritable. Like, really irritable.

"Sorry to bother you love," Zayn says opening the door. "You just got a call from the hospital 'said you were due to be there in an hour. Some kind of emergency with a woman named Nicole I think. I brought you coffee, though."

"What? They told me I wasn't coming back for a week. Something about a medication trial." I huff, running a hand through my hair.

You know what's even worse then having your sleep interrupted on days where you know you don't have to work? Having to work on days you thought you didn't have to work.

I'm definitely opening up that bottle of Skyy when I get home.

"Well, at least, you're already dressed love." He jokes, still holding the steaming cup of coffee. His smile fades when he sees the death glare I shoot his way.

"Ha, ha." I laugh sarcastically. "I'm taking a shower."

"No time love. An hour, remember?"

"Ugh, fuck. Okay, I just need to get dressed." I say, hopping up from the bed and stripping out of my clothes. I hear Zayn giggle a little and I roll my eyes at his immaturity. Sometimes I feel like he still thinks he's thirteen. "Can you take care of breakfast for Lana?"

"Yeah, sure thing love." He answers and I thank him with a gentle peck on the lips.

I sprint to my room in my underwear. Zayn's laughter booms through the room as he carries Lana to the kitchen, but I couldn't care less right now.

Once in, I change my underwear and put on something a little more comfortable than my usual. I don't have to wear a button up and an extremely tight pencil skirt every fucking day. That's ridiculous.

So, I throw on a pair of high waisted, light blue, denim super skinnys. A cropped olive shirt, and a pair of heeled Jeff Campbell's because I have to look somewhat professional.

I do my makeup quickly and simply just run my fingers through my hair since I don't do much to it anyway.

"Woah, you look normal!" Zayn exclaims, sloppily flipping a pancake.

"You look pretty, Mami!" Lana claps her hands from her spot on the counter top.

"Thank you, baby," I thank as I kiss her on the head in gratitude. "And very funny, Z."

With that, I start to walk towards the door opening it and proceeding to walk out. I definitely dread leaving my home in moments like these more than I love coming home on an average day. When I leave, I miss a lot. And there're so many possibilities of breakthroughs and precious moments that I just miss. On a daily basis. Precious seconds. Every second is precious with Lana.

"Have a nice day love," Zayn yells on my way out.

"I'll try to, babe," I answer back. "Bye Lana!"