Zayn's POV
"Zayn, your alarm."
I mutter something that sounds sort of like English, pulling her closer to me and pulling the blanket further over us at the same time. Fuck today.
"Zayn, get it," she mumbles.
"No. Come here." I say this as I smack at my phone a couple of times, eventually sending it to the floor. I know it's some Ungodly hour and there's nothing I want more right now than sleep. I mumble something else, trying to get back to being comfortable on the couch, which-
Why the hell am I on the couch in the first place? When I have a bed upstairs?
Right, how could I forget...we totally Christened the couch last night.
"Babe, you have something to do...or something. Or...whatever." She curls herself further back into me, as we cuddle under the blankets. "Stop poking me in the butt with your thing."
"Why you not sleeping in your room?" I hear him before I see him. "I was looking dere for you for a lot of minutes."
Oh shit, he's pissed.
"Mummy, I go to the bathroom."
Fuck. "On yourself?" I croak, my eyes still closed. He's potty-trained-has been for a while now- but you never know; accidents happen. Especially cause the doctor said he might still get nervous as part of the aftermath of the accident.
"No, I used the potty. Now I can't get da water off in da sink. And you said I should find a grownup when I need help."
"Alright. Give me five more minutes, yeah?" I can barely keep my eyes open; there's no way in hell I'm getting up now.
I don't hear a response, so when I open my eyes and look over Charlie, I see Marley standing there, looking up at me with big eyes and raised brows. "Daddy, you should come right now cause da water goes on da floor."
"Yeah, I'm getting up now," I semi lie, bringing my hand around to Charlie's front and skim my fingers over her bare abdomen. Just a couple more minutes Mar, please. Especially cause I know Liyana'll be up any minute now. I don't understand why these kids don't sleep in. Like, take advantage now, cause once you get older, that shit flies out the window.
And I know it's only a matter of time before the pain in my asses from work call, reminding me of the meeting at 9 (and it's 7:45 now, so hurrah.) Which reminds me, I've got to go meet with this new act. I'm hardly in the mood, if you couldn't te-
Wait.
"Shit," I curse, scrambling over Charlie's sleeping body and standing up...it finally registering what Marley said. And Christ, I know there's a mess waiting for me upstairs. Like I said, fuck today.
And I feel like there's no hope of it getting better.
//
"Sorry I'm late," I say, stepping into the conference room. Yeah so the water on the floor turned out to practically be a fucking flood...and made for an incredibly long morning. And it's about to get a whole lot longer.
"Well would you look at that! Look who decided to make an appearance...finally," Louis snickers. Most of my team stares at me as I make my way towards the head of the table, no doubt bothered by my 9:45 appearance. Better late than never, I suppose? Though in hindsight, I guess I should have texted someone...
"Well damn, I thought you bailed, bossman." Genevieve is second to address my professionalism. "Why didn't you text me?"
"What did I miss?" I sigh.
