My Sunflower *h.s*

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This is a rough one

Molly

Today is the day we're meeting with Harry's team to discuss the next steps with this album and the possible upcoming tour.

I am not looking forward to this meeting.

Harry and I haven't been our normal selves this week, we've been talking less and I've been joining him at the studio less often. And I hate to admit it, but it's mostly because of me. I've been slightly avoiding Harry, partly because I couldn't bring myself to talk about this subject yet and partly because I'm still mad at him. I don't even know if he knows I'm mad or upset, and I can't exactly blame him because, again, I've been avoiding him. But I can't avoid the subject any longer.

We just dropped Belle off with Mitch and Sarah, promising them we would be home as soon as possible. They both told us not to worry and to take our time, and they both had looks on their face like they knew we were having problems and that today was not going to be a great day for us. Mitch gave Harry a squeeze on the shoulder and Sarah gave me a tighter hug than usual. But honestly, this just made me feel worse. I feel like they know something I don't and they know something I won't like.

We got to the office much to quick for my liking and I had to force myself to get out of the car and move my feet, following Harry into the building. I let him lead the way seeing as he knew where to go and I don't.

We arrived at the office and I was introduced to some new people and reintroduced to people I had met in the early days of our relationship.

I sat quietly the whole meeting, nodding my head and focusing on each person as needed. Harry had tried to get me to give input during the meeting but I hesitated too long and someone else would speak up. The meeting a constant back and forth between him and his team.

And then we reached the part of the meeting I had been waiting anxiously for. The conversation about the tour. I waited, bouncing my leg, for the two little words I was dreading most. For a second I didn't think it was going to come, but then it did, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. My breath hitched, and my hands started shaking. All I could do was stare at the wall across from me, everything blurring as they continued to talk. Their excited voices muffled in my ears, Harry's hand on my leg felt like a brick, and yet I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

I stayed motionless for the rest of the meeting, only moving when Harry got up and it was time for us to leave. My legs felt like they were stuck in mud as we made our way out of the building and to our car.

Harry tried talking to me, I heard him same my name and I felt his hand on my arm but I couldn't bring myself to look at him or speak. It was like I was frozen in time.

I think he tried again to get my attention, but eventually he stopped and he drove us home in silence. I hardly registered when we arrived at our house, but I was able to bring myself to get out and follow him inside.

"Molly, can you look at me?" My body finally snapped out of it, my eyes flicking to his. I felt my heart clench at the look on his face, worry and guilt written in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He stepped forward as he asked me, his hand hesitantly reaching out for me.

I stepped back without even thinking, my arms moving to hug myself. His hand froze in the air before dropping back to his side, hurt washing over his features.

"Am I okay?" I whispered the words to him.

"I know this is a lot, but we can work everything out together." He looked hopeful as he spoke, but somewhere in his eyes it showed he wasn't entirely sure about this whole situation.