You wake up suddenly in the night after a particularly strange dream. You dreamt of a baby; a new, tiny baby at that. Needless to say, it's left you confused.

You just forget about it, and return to sleep, however. That's a bridge to burn later.

Waking up to the sound of Shrignold blasting the most emo music he owns (AKA Careless Whisper) while singing along leaves you annoyed. Every time the song ends, he rewinds it back to the beginning, and sings it louder than the previous time.

Somehow, Harry is besides you, sleeping peacefully throughout this whole thing. You grab your pillow, and head into Shrignold's room. The music is so loud, he doesn't notice you.

He notices you when you whack him across the head with your pillow.

"I'm trying to sleep!"

"Ow! And, it's 11am! I thought you were up!"

"Well, I'm not. So please. Keep it down."

He sighs. "Sorry, dear, I'll turn it down."

"Thank you." You return to your room. It hits you how tired you are. Harry looks at you over the sheets, evidently having woken up.

"Morning."

"Shut up." You feel so irritated that all you want to do is pull the covers over your head and sleep, but he laughs instead. That pisses you off more.

"You getting up?"

"Do I look like I'm getting up?" You glare at him, getting back in bed.

He stops smiling. "Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Yes!" You snap. "I'm fine!"

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone." He leaves the room. With a sigh, you sink deeper into the sheets. You're starting to feel a bit bad for snapping, but you're so tired you don't care.

Now you're back in bed, you can't sleep. With a sigh, you decide you may as well just get up, so you get dressed and head downstairs.

For some reason, the kitchen goes awkwardly quiet when you walk in.

"Morning, Y/N." Paige says after a second. "Sleep well?"

You nod, biting your tongue so you don't make a snide remark.

Harry looks at you nervously. "Would you like some tea?"

You shake your head. "No, thanks."

Everyone remains uncharacteristically silent as you take a seat next to Harry. He clears his throat.

"Have I done something wrong?"

"No."

"Why are you being all arsey?"

"I'm not."

"You nearly gave Shrignold a concussion and you've been snapping at me. If something's wrong, let me know."

"There's nothing wrong. I'm just not in a good mood."

"Is it that time of the month?" Paige asks.

"No." You reply. You think. It should be soon. "Maybe PMS."

She nods. "Yeah, I get you."

"I'm trying to eat." Robin says.

"Eat somewhere else, then." Paige says. "There's a nice bit on the floor in the hallway."

"Is that where you go to cry over your failed marriage?"

Paige opens her mouth and closes it again, before looking away.

"Guys, can you two not be horrible to each other for 2 minutes?" Harry says. "Especially when Y/N's feeling bad enough as it is."

Paige nods. "Yeah. Sorry."

You look over at Robin, who doesn't want to talk. You just sigh. "I think I'll have a coffee. I'm so exhausted."

"Alright, love." Harry's hand lingers on your arm for a few seconds before you go over and make a coffee.

You're already starting to calm down, and you realise how silly it was to be angry in the first place.