night changes

three

"Dear god what took you so long?!" Liam asked rocking the crying baby back and forth just as Louis and I came stumbling in with all the supplies we had bought. Dropping it all on the floor as we entered, Liam approached me with the baby frantically crying. "Do something, it's your turn!"

"Hell no!" I backed away afraid of the tiny infant that was clearly in need of care. Tears streamed down his face, his screaming only getting louder the longer I waited to care for him.

"Harry! Take the damn baby!" Liam urged holding the baby out for me to grab. I could see from the light of the living room he was painted over with sweat from all the stress the loudness the baby was causing.

"Liam no I can't!" There was pressure weighing on me like a ton of bricks by this simple task. I watched as he kicked in the air in frustration the more I resisted to hold him, or for anyone of that matter.

"Harry yes you can. He is probably hungry, since you and Louis left me with the baby you get a turn while we figure out the bottle situation." Liam moved in closer to me to set the kicking baby into my arms, the volume not dropping from the screaming baby.

"Liam..." Becoming hesitant I stood still holding my arms out for Liam to hand off the baby. I had never been so utterly terrified in my entire life. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" I worried once his weight was settled in my hands. Holding the baby away from my body I saw was still not calm from my lack of body contact with him.

"Just stay calm. Louis come over here and help me." Liam called over the noisy baby that I was supposed to calm in the meantime while Louis and Liam figured out the bottle situation.

"Liam I can't do this." I spoke over the loud crying still not bringing the baby into my body to comfort him.

"Harry man up mate!" Liam argued reading the instructions on the formula while Louis ripped open a packet of bottles. Squinting his eyes Liam began to read over the instructions carefully before calling for Louis to hand him a bottle like he was some chef.

"Bottle?" Liam asked putting his hand out to Louis who was to the side of him in the kitchen.

"Bottle." Louis nodded handing him a brand new bottle.

"Warm water?"

"Warm water." Louis switched on the facet as he was told and touched the running water with his hand until he nodded to Liam signaling that the water was of proper temperature.

"I would say that's about 6 ounces wouldn't you say?" Liam asked Louis' opinion before he nodded and continued into the formula part of it all.

"3 scoops of formula?" Liam asked as Louis peeled open the large container.

"1....2...3..." Louis poured in the scoops as Liam instructed him to do.

"God is that almost done?!" A lump in my throat was growing the louder the baby was getting. By this time I had him laying in my arms but, this didn't help him to calm down. I began to bounce him like Liam had the first time to calm him down but it only seemed he was more frustrated by the lack of food.

"Ooo you shake that!" Louis nodded his head to Liam as Liam shakes up the powder in the bottle. "Shake it, sha, sha, sha, shake it real good!" Louis danced a little causing Liam to shake the bottle more then necessary.

"Liam!" I called getting increasingly annoyed at how long it was taking for him to move over here with his dance moves Louis had provoked.

"Sorry, here mate." Liam handed the bottle off to me while I held it utterly unsure of how to start the process of feeding the baby. "How do I do this?" I whined.