My Sunflower *h.s*

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Song: You and Me by Niall Horan (PLS PLS PLS listen to this song while you read, it inspired me to write this chapter)

Also, I cried while writing this (:

Molly

"Harry?" I stared at him in shock, his lips slightly parted and his skin wet. The wind from the storm whipped into the house, causing my hair to fly off my shoulder and a shiver run up my spine. "What are you doing here?"

"I uhm, I asked Sarah for your address." He scratched the back of his neck, his voice broken and fast, his nerves shinning through.

"Okay, but why are you here?" I put emphasis on my words, trying to figure out why he just showed up here at night in the middle of a storm. I probably could have guessed how he got here.

"I needed to see you." His eyes flicked back and forth between mine, the dim lighting from the house shining in them to show how wide they were. He looked scared, his body fidgeting slightly. I started to say something, my mouth opening to ask him another question. "Wait, just, let me talk." My mouth snapped shut as he sighed out, pushing his wet curls off his forehead. The storm was still roaring behind us but he was stood on my porch, the roof blocking the rain from pouring on him anymore.

"I got all your calls and voicemails, but I couldn't bring myself to answer them. I guess I was scared, or hurt. Probably both. I was angry, angry at you for leaving and angry at me for doing what I did. I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you. I just- I guess I was telling myself I was happy with everything that was happening when in reality there was a part of me that was scared, scared that this was all happening so fast." His eyes lifted up so he was looking at the porch light, his hands reaching up to run through his hair again.

"You weren't happy?" I cursed myself when my voice came out more saddened than I intended.

"No! God no, I was happy, I am happy. But I guess I just wasn't letting myself be as open as I should have been. I should have told you that I was scared. I know you're scared, and it was hypocritical for me to tell you to be so open when I wasn't doing the same." I nodded my head, taking in everything that he was saying to me. "And then when you left I was even more scared, I was afraid you'd never come back, and then I saw photos of you and some guy and I just got so angry that you went straight to someone else and kept ignoring me, so I stopped calling." I widened my eyes, holding my hand up to stop his ranting.

"Wait, hold on. What guy?"

"I don't know, some blonde guy." I fished for my phone in my back pocket, bringing up a photo.

"This guy?" He squinted his eyes to look at the phone before nodding his head, his fingers playing with his rings. "That's Anderson, Norah's boyfriend." I looked at him in shock, and his eyes immediately looked remorseful. "So, you assumed just because I was hurt I went straight into the arms of another man." I looked at him as I waited for him to answer, one hand on my stomach and the other on my hip.

"I, uhm. . ."

"Are you serious? Is that really what you think of me?" My voice was louder than it was previously, I felt offended that he just assumed that of me.

"I'm sorry okay, I was hurt and I just assumed. I should have asked. But to be fair, you weren't talking to me, I didn't even know if you'd come home." I sighed, tucking my hair behind my ear, raising an eyebrow at him. I decided not to say anything and just let him talk, he looked like he had something else to say.

"It was wrong of me to assume and then just disappear for two months. But I did a lot of thinking while I was in Japan-"

"You were in Japan!?"