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work has become excruciatingly stressful at the moment. my manager has complained to me that i'm not doing enough to contribute to his company, so he forced me to work more hours. i don't even get a raise.

usually I'm quite a relaxed person, full of life and always energetic but at the moment, I've had the life zapped out of me, as if im tired all the time, which I am.

the work around my house began stacking up like washing the dishes, washing mine and noahs clothes, feeding the dogs, making noah and i's dinner, changing the bedsheets, cleaning around the house, stocking up on our weekly groceries. noah helps immensely but i know that it's not fair to keep making him do all of it.

if i tell noah about my work, he'll insist that I leave the job just like he did before i even interviewed for the spot. he always said that he never wanted me to work and that he was perfectly capable on keeping us afloat but I complained that I wanted to contribute to us in some way or another.

it's quiet obvious that somethings happened to me because i've been coming in later and leaving earlier. his poor soul must think that i'm cheating on him or something.

it's not just physically draining but it's mentally draining too. like i'm so stressed out that i can hardly think about anything but work, it's just completely taking over my life. I haven't had a proper night out or date night in gods knows how long, I just need some me time rather than serving stupid customers at a restaurant.

i say all this, and yet here I am now, climbing out of bed to get ready for the work ahead of me.

i rub my eyes and yawn, turning to look at noah, who looks peaceful in a deep sleep.

as i begin to stand up, I feel two strong hands pull me back down. i frown as i remember seeing noah asleep not even seconds ago.

"noah, i have to get ready for work."

"call in sick." he says, mumbling, due to his face being smooshed against the pillow.

"it's not as simple as that noah, i have a job to attend, an income to make, a standard to meet. i don't want to upset my boss." i say sadly, feeling guilty for leaving noah.

"i'll do it then. you haven't had a break in ages, i want to spend time, with you for once."

i look down at him to see him looking up at me, disappointment showering his face. i frown, i wasn't a rule breaker that was for sure but i could really do with a day off.

i hesitate for a moment before falling back onto my bed and sighing.

"you're staying?" noah says, suddenly propping himself on his elbows to look at me.

"yes, i'll stay. on one condition, you phone me in sick because it sounds more believable." i smirk, seeing noah's face light up.

he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his head in my neck.

we stay like that for a while until he says, "why haven't you been around?"

i look down sadly, feeling horribly guilty.

"my boss made me work extra hours. he said i wasn't doing a good enough job and that i needed extra training, so he's been keeping me for longer."

noah brings his head up out of my neck and frowns, "why didn't you say something?"

"because we would have that same old conversation again. the one where i know where it will end."

"i just want you to be happy. that's all i want, y/n."

i feel tears gather in the corner of my eyes, begging to spill down my rosy cheeks. i felt so bad for not telling noah and work had been piling up on me and i needed to tell someone.

"please, y/n. look at me." i lift my head to look at him and just like i thought they would, tears cascade down my cheeks at a rapid speed, falling onto my chest.

"please just quit that job, it makes you so sad and it's breaking me seeing you like this. i love you so much, too much, that i can't watch you go through this knowing that you don't have to." i listen to his words, and for once, i consider it.

i nod and hug him tight. maybe it was time for me to give up that job.

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"this one looks interesting, y/n." noah says, picking up a brightly coloured book from the shelf and holding it for me to look at.

"that's an art book, noah." i laugh, before going back to browsing at the books.

after our little conversation, noah decided to take me out and distract me. he took me to my favourite place on earth, the library.

i graze my fingers over the spines of the books and look up as a poster catches my eye.

i look closer and see an advert for a job at the library. i smile and grab it before shoving it into my pocket to look at later.

i know me and noah agreed on no jobs but i've always loved libraries and it sounds great so i don't see why it's a problem.

the library always solves everything.