My Sunflower *h.s*

11

Song: come on come on by almost Monday
Molly

"Molly? You ready?" I heard a knock on my door and Harry's voice through it.

"Just a second!" He didn't say anything after that and I assumed he walked away so I continued getting ready for the day. The only thing I had left to do was my makeup, everything else was finished. Luckily I was able to find some jeans that used to be a tad bit too loose on me because now they fit perfectly. I'm gonna have to go shopping once I move to LA. Maybe I can convince Sarah to go with me. I heard another soft knock on my door followed by his voice again.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure." I was sitting in front of my full length mirror and watched as he slowly peaked his head in before fully entering. I shook my head at the fact that he had to check before coming in even though I told him it was fine. "What's up?" He moved to sit on my bed facing me, looking at me through the mirror.

"I need to fly to LA tomorrow to go for a meeting and check on some things at the house to make sure it's ready for you to move in." He wiped just hands off on his jeans and leaned into them, slightly bent at the waist.

"Okay." I shrugged my shoulders, showing that it wasn't a big deal for me.

"I was wondering if you could drive me to the airport?" I nodded my head at him, setting down my makeup brush and grabbing my lipgloss. "And, also, I was wondering if you'll be ready to move in next week?" His voice trailed off at the end and he had a sheepish smile on his face.

"I don't know Harry."

"Oh c'mon pleaseeeee, we've basically been living together for a week and everything has been fine! And you took care of your school issue and have gotten used to doing online classes. Plus most of your stuff is packed up and a lot of it is already at the house in LA." I sighed at him, disliking that he was right about all of this. "And we need to get a doctor there and start getting ready for the baby while I start working. You did say you want me to work and the only place I can do that right now is in LA." He pointed a finger at me with a wide smile and I groaned, regretting my words last night.

"I hate you."

"Mhm, then why is my baby in your uterus." He raised an eyebrow at me and opened my mouth in shock, taken aback by his cheeky attitude right now. I dropped my makeup and stood as quickly as I could causing him to get up and rush out of my room.

"Harold I'm gonna kill you."

"You're gonna have to catch me first!"

"This is not fair! I am pregnant, tired, and hungry."

"And I have asthma, it is fair!" I groaned walking into the living room but not seeing him anywhere. I peaked into the kitchen but didn't see him there either. I raised my eyebrows but continued to the guest room where he's been staying, but again, no Harry. The bathroom door was open so I know he's not in there either.

"Are you seriously hiding?" I groaned out again and walked back into the living room after hearing no response from him. "Are you five? Just come out and let me snack you." I screamed as arms snakes around my waist from behind and picked my feet up off the ground. "Harold! Jesus Christ!" My legs flung around a little and my hands went to his forearms, holding on tight.

"Gotcha." His voice was soft in my ear and caused goosebumps to rise on my skin.

"Would you put me down?" He laughed but set me down anyway and I turned around, lightly smacking his chest three times.

"Ouch, why did you hit me three times?" He had a pout on his lips but I just set my hands on my hips, scowling at him.

"One for your behavior in my bedroom, once for running away from me, and once for scaring me."