My Sunflowers

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A/N

The time is finally here. What I assume at least some of you have been waiting for. What I have been holding onto for a little longer than two years now since the story started. Back story, my friends. What DJ has been afraid to tell Harry. (Or is it? 😏) But trust me the story does not end here. And hopefully, I will get my shit together and won't make you guys continue to wait so long between chapters. I can't believe when I started the story the first book was being updated roughly on the same date that was happening in the story and now here we are. Nov 2022 and the story is still stuck in Dec 2020. I started falling behind and then my best friend died and I just really failed. Not that I am blaming Colby but it's fine He probably would blame himself too. Lol Anyways on with why you're actually here....

One more thing before you continue I am TRIGGER WARNING you right now.

Nothing to bad but this chapter and the next few after might talk about and reference any of the following:

Self Harm

ED

Emotional abuse

Sexual abuse

Upchuck

Violence

Death & Suicide

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DJ's pov

After I said those words. Harry nodded. "No more secrets. This is real," he said. He drew back bringing his whole hand to rest just underneath my left breast. To rest on my heart, for only a second before he was drawing it down to rest on my belly and then up to rest on his own heart. "No matter what is said the only thing that matters is you, me, and our wee little bairn," he said. The last bit with his best Scottish accent.

I lightly tapped his chest. "You did that one on purpose," I laughed.

"Hey watch your hand, there lass. You're starting to look like your brother's woman." His hand came to mine, the fake accent continuing, but I cringed at his statement. "Don't worry love, I was only joking," He said, still trying to reassure me.

"I would hope so," I said, chuckling. I knew he was joking but it still made me think about how he was always worried to say or do the wrong thing that might hurt me or make me have yet another episode. My mental health made him walk on eggshells. He shouldn't have to do that. I knew what that was like and it was awful. "But yes. No more secrets." I agreed. It was time he knew. Everything. Some things I was more scared to tell him than others. But the things he has done for me. The world he pulled me out of that day he told me to get on a plane, the cloud he covered for me when he stepped into my sun that day on the lawn, and the hole he pulled me from when he winked at me the night we first met. Yes, I would tell him everything. And trust, that the man I love won't leave me tomorrow morning after I tell him the things I have been keeping from him.

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The air was warm in the house. The lit fireplace in the living room kept it toasty but I still couldn't wait to climb into my warm bed with Harry. I promised the truth and I wanted to get home to tell him just that. After talking outside we quickly slipped back into the garage to say our speedy goodbyes. I told everyone I wasn't feeling well but that I would make sure to see them all again before we headed back to LA. Most of them I would see at the annual VFW Christmas party. My mother was forcing us to go and of course, Harry was on her side. She already liked him more than me.