My Sunflower *h.s*

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Song: modern loneliness by Lauv
Molly - 13 weeks pregnant

I knocked on the familiar wooden door in front of me, waiting and hoping for somebody to answer. The cool wind sent a shiver down my spine, the light rain dampening my hair. I hiked my bag further on my shoulder, looking around to see if anybody were home. I sighed a breath of relief when the door opened, the dim lighting shining into the dark sky.

"Molly? What are you doing here?"

"Hi mumma, can I come in?" I tilted my head to the side, showing my bags next to me. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, looking confused before she quickly moved to the side and letting me in the warm house. I moved in, setting my bags down in the front entryway, I slipped off my lightly damp jacket, hanging it on the hooks near the door. She tied her robe tighter around her body.

"What are you doing here? It's late and you didn't call?"

"I know, I'm sorry. It was sort of a last minute decision. . ." She sighed, rubbing her hands down her face before walking into the kitchen, flipping on the lights.

"Let me make some tea first." I made my way into the living room, laying down on one of the couches, slipping my shoes off and closing my eyes. I groaned quietly when I felt my phone buzzing again. I fished it out of my pocket and looked at the caller I.D., declining when I saw Harry's name flash across the screen for what felt like the twentieth time tonight. My mum came back soon, two mugs in her hand.

"Here, love." I sat up, grabbing the mug and sitting criss cross on the couch, giving her room to sit next to me. I took a small sip of the steaming drink, letting it warm me up and comfort me. I was immediately comforted when I walked into the house, but the tea definitely helped. "So, I think I might know why you're here, in the middle of the night, but do you want to tell me yourself?" She curled her legs up under her, holding the mug close to her chest, letting it warm her up as well.

"I needed to get away for a little, wanted to see Norah too." She nodded her head, understanding why I was here so suddenly, considering I pretty much only come home for Christmas now. "This year is especially hard. I wish she could be here." I looked down at my stomach, knowing just how happy she would be to know we were having a baby, no matter how many times she said it wouldn't happen.

"I know love."

"I should let you get some sleep, we can talk more in the morning." She nodded her head, patting my knee before heading up the stairs. I sighed, getting up and bringing my mug to the sink, rinsing it out and setting it down. I grabbed my bag from the front door, picking it up and hauling it up stairs. I entered my childhood bedroom, most of it the same as it was when I left. The same furniture and all of my old posters and Knick knacks cluttered around. My parents didn't really change anything once all three of us left, I think they were trying to keep everything the same so they would think nothing had changed.

I set my bag down, looking around at everything. There was a photo of Sarah, Norah, and I on my nightstand, the exact same place I left it. I walked over to it, picking it up and holding onto it. This was taken right before she died, on her eighteenth birthday. I left this photo here but it hurt me too much, reminded me that I didn't take advantage of her being here when she was. I was being a bratty kid this day too, upset that all the attention was on her the whole week. All of her friends were over and I sat alone in the corner, pouting for no reason.

I wiped away a tear that fell, putting the frame back where it was. I went over to my bag, unzipping it and grabbing my pj's, walking across the hall to the bathroom. I took a hot shower, letting the water wash away all the grime from the airport, relaxing my muscles at the same time. I got out, drying myself off and slipping on my clothes, softly padding back to my room. I set my dirty clothes to the side and grabbed my phone, prepared to tell people where I disappeared to. I had a few missed calls from Harry and Sarah. I'm assuming Harry told her I left and I figure she knows why I left, but she still wanted to check on me.