Page’s POV

“Thanks for watching Tyler,” I smiled at Niall. “He loves you.”

“I love him too,” Niall said. “He’s a good kid. I can’t wait till he’s older so I can teach him how to play football.”

I laughed as I took a seat beside him on the couch. Tyler was asleep in the next room so it was just the two of us—make that five of us. The other boys walked into the room next.

“Page, we, uh, we need to talk,” Zayn said as he sat down.

“Oh,” I said. “What about?” I decided to play dumb, even though I knew very well what they wanted to talk about.

“We promised Harry that we would take care of you, until you know…,” Liam started and I nodded. “And we’ve noticed a few things.”

“Such as?” I urged them to continue.

“Your lack in appetite,” Louis stated. “We rarely ever see you eat and we’re worried.”

“Are you serious right now?” I laughed humorlessly. “Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about like, I don’t know—Harry?”

“We know that, love,” Liam said. “We just want to make sure that you’re alright. Harry would never forgive us if something happened to you.”

“And it’s not just about that,” Niall added. “You haven’t had a proper rest in ages, and don’t think we haven’t noticed the bags under your eyes, Page. You’re exhausted.”

“You don’t think I know that?!” I was angry at them, furious. “Tyler isn’t a normal baby! I’m up with him half the night and then I have to get up and go to work because I’m not like you! I’m not rich! I can’t always be dependent on Harry! And now he’s in fucking jail and we don’t even know when he’s going to get out! So please stop! I don’t need your bullshit right now!”

I couldn’t hold back the tears that had welled up in my eyes. I buried my head in my hands and sighed. I’m such an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’m a mess and now that Harry’s gone…it’s really…hard.”

I could feel Niall’s finger tips dance across my back as he rubbed it comfortingly. “You’re fine, we understand.”

“Yeah. It’s okay babe. We could all use a good cry every now and then,” Zayn said.

I looked up and smiled half-heartedly at them through my tears. “Let’s cuddle.”

Niall chuckled. “With all of us?”

I nodded and they laughed.

I ended up just cuddling up to Niall. I rested my head on his chest and he looped his arms around my waist. It felt nice to be held, even if it was only for a little while.

**

Harry’s POV

The jail life wasn’t half bad. If you hung out with the right people, that is. Jail was very much like high school. The criminals had arranged themselves into groups depending on how bad the crime that they had committed was. I was the “newbie” and in other words, no one messed with me unless I gave them a reason to.

“Styles, you have a visitor!”

A smile appeared on my face. If I wasn’t mistaken, I was supposed to receive a visit from Page at around this time. I miss her so much, and I don’t think she realizes how much her visits mean to me.

My face fell as I saw that my visitor was not Page, but was Taylor Swift. She can’t take a hint can she?

“Taylor, what are you doing here?” I questioned, annoyed.

“I-I have something to confess…” She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Well, what is it?”

“It was me,” She said.

“What was you?”

“I did it. I’m the reason you’re in here.”

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