My Sunflower *h.s*

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Molly

This week has been rough.

I think I've cried and screamed at anything and everything every day this week. It's been almost a week since Harry and I had our big fight and I walked out.

I was able to calm myself enough to get Belle but Sarah knew something was up, and thankfully she waited to ask me about it until the next day when I saw her. When I got home that night with Belle, Harry was nowhere to be seen. Which, I knew I told him to leave but I was secretly hoping he would stay and to fight for me, for us.

Since then I've learned fighting is better than silence. And I've been sitting in a lot of silence this week.

Harry has hardly been home since that night, and each time we run into each other we mostly just talk about Belle. Who, has been shuffling between the two of us like we're two different single parent households. I've been taking care of her during the day when he's gone and busy and he takes her at night and then I go to the guest room or to Sarah's house.

We did have a bigger interaction a couple days ago, but it didn't exactly go like I wanted it to.

Two Days Ago
"Molly, can we talk?" I looked to Harry with a sigh, grabbing Belle from him.

"I don't have a lot of time." I readjusted Belle in my arms, hitching the diaper bag higher on my shoulder.

"Molly, please, just talk to me."

"Are you going to tell me something I don't already know?" I looked at him with a neutral expression, trying not to react to the broken and tired look on his face. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, his lips forming a small frown. "Then we don't need to talk about anything."

I turned on my heel, grabbing the car keys from the bowl and opening up the door to the garage. I stopped in my tracks when I heard a sniffle and then his voice break as he spoke.

"I miss you."

"I know." I didn't turn back, I kept walking until the door shut behind me.

Since that day we haven't spoken. I was secretly hoping he was going to tell me he wasn't going on tour and that he would stay here with me and Belle, but I guess that was too much to ask for.

So here we are, still avoiding each other and doing baby handoff with broken faces and watery eyes, trying to keep it together for Belle.

I honestly don't know what's going to happen with us. I don't know if we're breaking up or if we're going to fix this. But I don't know if we can fix this if he chooses to still go on tour. He's already missed so much of Belle, and us, and I've excused it so far but I don't know if I can excuse him missing anything else.

I mean, if he goes on tour he would miss my birthday, Belle's birthday, our anniversary, he would miss everything. I don't know if I could forgive him if he chose to miss all of that. And honestly, I dont understand how a father and a partner would want to miss all of that.

I know this is a huge part of his life, but I figured once the baby came things would change.

Maybe I was just being naive. After all, how could I expect a world famous celebrity to give up his career in a second because of somebody he's known for a year.

I heard the door open and close and then I heard voices in the distance coming closer to where I was sitting on the couch. I wiped my eyes and sniffled, running a hand through my hair. Soon Harry, Mitch, and Sarah were walking in the room with smiles on their faces. Harry's smile fell slightly when he saw me, Mitch kept his smile, and Sarah gave me a knowing pity smile.