Page’s POV

It has been exactly a week and four days since Harry left and frankly I was doing worse than I thought I would.

Tyler was screaming his lungs out and my mother was currently at work.

But that’s not the worst of it.

There has been countless doctors at the house to check up on Tyler and just the other day a pipe burst in the bathroom so currently there is a plumber attempting to fix it. He was meant to come and repair it the day it burst but he obviously doesn't stick to his word and now he’s disturbing Tyler who can’t sleep.

It’s just slowly building up and I don’t know what to do.

The door bell rung signalling that the doctor was here, at least she turns up on time.

I quickly picked Tyler up from his crib and walked down stairs to answer the door.

“Good evening Mrs Styles.” The female doctor beamed and I felt my chest tighten hearing my soon to be last name.

Without Harry here it just pains me to hear that name.

“Sorry but Tyler is a little grumpy today.” I explained as she held her hands out.

I carefully placed the baby into her arms, he was still screaming and looked as if he was in a lot of pain.

“It’s alright, I'm used to it by now.” Her smile faltered slightly when her attempt to quieten Tyler down didn't work.

My heart beat quickened when she audibly gulped.

“Ma’am do you have any pre-made bottles?” She asked me slightly panicked and I nodded vigorously.

“Could you please heat one up and I will take Tyler into his nursery?”

Without another word I scrambled into the kitchen and began to prepare the pot of boiling water.

Once the water had boiled, I grabbed a bottle from out of the fridge and placed it into the boiled water so it would heat up. My mother had taught me how to do this saying that it was better than using a microwave.

After about two minutes, I took the bottle out of the water and carefully tipped a few drops onto my wrist to check it wasn't too hot.

I turned around to walk out of the kitchen but just when I did the bottle slipped from my hands and fell to the floor. The lid flew off and the milk went everywhere, making sure to soak my slippers.

An agitated sigh fell from my lips as I gripped a tea towel in my hands and bent down to clean up.

That was my only bottle of fucking breast milk too!

Just as I finished and went to explain what happened to the doctor, a loud bang was heard before the plumber screamed a string of curse words making Tyler cry even louder.

“Language!” I scowled as I walked up the stairs.

He mumbled a sorry that I only just heard as I walked into the nursery.

“I dropped the bottle so now I don’t have any pre-ready bottles.” I explained with a small sigh and the doctor gave me a smile as she tried to hide how stressed she had just become.

“Give me a few minutes to finish his check up and then I will come downstairs and help you.”

I nodded and walked back downstairs and to the kitchen.

I went to move the pot off the stove so it wasn't in the way but quickly let go when I realized it was still hot.

Cursing under my breath, I ran my hand under the cold tap to try and ease the pain of the burn before drying it off and pulling very hard at the roots of my hair.

My breathing was becoming rapid as I tried to blink away my tears but it wasn't working.

I just needed someone here with me but no one was.

Harry was busy being a famous pop star.

Cindy was busy with college.

And mom was working.

Don’t get me wrong I love Harry and my child but sometimes I get a little jealous of the fact that everyone has their lives and careers and as of now I was busy playing house wife.

The doorbell rung once again cutting off my thoughts. I could only just hear it over Tyler and didn't know how many times the doorbell had rung before I heard it so I quickly ran out of the kitchen and in the direction of the front door.

I swung the door open roughly making me take a few steps back because of the force of the door.

I looked up to meet their eyes and watched as they instantly filled with worry once they caught sight of my appearance.

I had Tyler’s puke on my shirt.

My face was dull and pale.

And my hair is possible the most un-kept ever in my life right now.

The look they were giving me didn't shook me very much, but I was just glad someone was here.

“Thank god you came.”

Notes

Sorry for the wait lovelies xx

- Kass