My Sunflower *h.s*

9

Molly

I woke up with a headache, a thin layer of sweat covering my body. A large wave of nausea came over me and I threw the blanket off of me, rushing to the bathroom, tearing the eye mask as I ran. I pushed the door open, falling to my knees and emptying the small snack I had earlier. I could feel someone behind me, pulling my hair back. My eyes are screwed shut but I can only assume it's Erica. Once I was finished throwing up I reached a shaky hand up, flushing the toilet and shifting my weight so I was sitting on my butt.

"Are you okay?" My eyes snapped open at the sound of a voice that was not Erica's, instead I found Harry crouched down next to me with sympathetic eyes. I cleared my throat before talking, trying to get the taste and feeling of throw up out of my mouth.

"Uhm, yeah, I'm okay. Uh when did you get here?"

"A couple hours ago, Sarah is helping your friend pack up your belongings." I nodded my head, leaning it back against the cool tile of the walls. "Do you need anything? Water maybe?"

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks." He stood up, exiting the bathroom. I let out a heavy sigh, slowly standing to my feet, using the wall for support. Sleep was very much still evident in my body and all it wanted to do was sit. I rested my palms against the sink, letting my body weight lean onto it. I risked taking a look at myself in the mirror and cringed slightly, grabbing a towel and wiping away the smudged mascara under my eyes. Anyone could tell I wasn't getting much sleep, the bags under my eyes were extremely prominent and my skin was paler than usual. The only way you could tell I wasn't actually sick was because of my slight weight gain. Not many people notice it, but I can see it in my face and stomach, obviously. My bump isn't big right now, but it's definitely there. The bigger it gets, the more real this seems to me.

Harry came back in with a glass of water and some crackers, which I had no idea I even had in my cupboard. He handed my the water and I set him a thankful smile, taking a sip and spitting it out in the sink, ridding the awful taste in my mouth. I took another sip, actually swallowing this one, letting the cool liquid soothe my throat. He handed my a cracker and I took it, taking small bites so I don't shock my system and throw up again. Once I was done with the crackers and water he took the glass from me.

"C'mon, lets go in the living room." I followed him out of the bathroom, heading to the couch while he set the glass in the sink. He came back over and sat next to me on the couch. The tv was muted and some of the lights were off, creating a soft glow in the room. "So I heard that you're hesitant to move in with me." I sighed, scooting down on the couch and setting my feet on the coffee table.

"I mean, yeah, kinda? I guess I'm just hesitant because this is all going so fast, obviously. And I've been independent for so long and I don't know." I closed my eyes, resting my hands on my stomach.

"Molly you can talk to me. I know we don't really know each other well but you're gonna be stuck with my for a long time, so it's best if we're honest and open now." I looked over at him, he was turned to face me, one leg tucked under the other. His eyes were kind, open, inviting, but I'm not. I'm the opposite. I'm so used to being on my own, and now I'm not. So I guess I need to tell him that.

"I've never really had any sort of relationship with anyone. My closest relationship is Sarah, and she's gone a lot, as you know. As soon as I got accepted to university I packed up and left London, never looking back. All I've ever done is take care of myself, so I guess everything that's happening is daunting. Like, our whole lives are completely changing, and they're changing fast. I don't like to change." I explained as best I could without telling him my whole life story. What I said was true, I don't change, at all. I had enough change when I was back in London, and I came here to prevent more change. That's why I focused entirely on school and my career. I don't have many friends, don't have significant others, I don't go out. And now look at me, pregnant at twenty one with a man I don't know, who also happens to be famous.