My Sunflower *h.s*

6

Song: Kiwi by Harry Styles

Molly

I've always hated long flights, that's part of the reason I hardly visited home. But now that there's a bundle of cells taking over my body, the flight seems even worse. I've been nauseous the whole flight and it was inhibiting my from sleeping, which is truly the only way to get through this flight without going crazy. Luckily I haven't had the need to throw up on the flight, but I kind of wish I would. Just so maybe the feeling of nausea would disappear for the remainder of the flight.

I was getting caught up on my classes trying to pass the time, just trying to get through the next couple hours. I had to lie to my teachers a little, telling them I had a family emergency back home and that I would have to miss a couple days of class. Thankfully they were all understanding, telling me to do the assignments online and ask a peer for notes. It wasn't a complete lie, this is technically a family emergency, just not the kind they're thinking of.

It was hard to get my work done though, I was distracted. Aside from the nausea, I was nervous about Sarah and Harry, and my mother. She's literally going to kill me. I didn't want to tell her on this trip, I figured tell Harry would be enough for my nerves but Sarah insisted, saying if I told her over the phone she would kill me even more. I'm grateful for Sarah, she's been a rock so far. She didn't freak out on me, she helped calm me down and figure out a plan for now. And the first step of the plan was flying to London to talk to Harry. I don't want to, I was too scared to do so, I'm nervous for his reaction. I'm expecting him to not want anything to do with it, he has everything he would ever want, his career is taking off. I wouldn't blame him for not wanting to be involved, if I were him I would most definitely weigh my options. But Sarah just keeps telling me that it will be okay, insisting that he's a good guy and he'll want to be there.

But I don't know how she can be so sure, a lot of people are good guys and still don't want kids. Hell, I didn't think I'd be having a kid for a long time. And here I am, flying to London to tell my one night stand that he's about to be a dad. I sighed, shutting my laptop. I've been staring at the same assignment for an hour, getting nothing done. I'll just try and work on it all later.

I was also nervous about his fans, they have a way of finding out everything which means I won't be a secret for long. If they were mad about the hotel photo I'm sure they'll be pissed about a baby on the way. And I know his fans, I know how dedicated they are to him and his happiness. Some of them are ruthless, and that's what I'm worried for. My life is about to be uprooted by a baby, I don't need my reputation going with it. I know I don't have much of a reputation, but I need my future employer to be able to look me up without seeing a shit ton of rumors about me getting knocked up by a celebrity in a one night stand.

This flight seemed to be moving extremely slow, and all I wanted was for it to turn around and go back to Seattle so I could eat ice cream in bed. My anxiety as high as this plane is right now. Sarah was nice enough to get me a first class ticket, which I was happy about because it gave me more room and privacy than coach. I would never be able to afford first class on my own. And as comfortable as these plane seats were, I couldn't sit still. My mind wandering and my body aching, the air felt hotter than usual, but I knew that was due to the nerves and the growing human inside.

I shut my eyes, turning up my music and resting my head against the wall of the plane, welcoming the small amount of sleep that was about to come.

I woke up with a start, the wheels of the plane hitting the tarmac. I looked around my surroundings quickly, and I settled once I realized where I was. I sighed, leaning back into my seat, relaxing until I heard what song was playing. Seriously, a Harry Styles song? I'm gonna off myself. I rolled my eyes, yanking the earbuds out of my ears and shoving them back in my bag. I excited the plane with annoyance, heading towards baggage claim. I grabbed my bag and stood to the side, searching for Sarah.