My Sunflower *h.s*

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Molly

Harry was hovering over me, one of his legs in between mine as he leaned on his forearms on either side of my head. One of my hands was resting on his back while the other was softly pressed to his neck. His lips moved slowly with mine, the sound of the rain creating a relaxing atmosphere.

I let my hand trail up to weave into his now dry hair, pulling at the small curls at the base of his head. A soft groan left his lips at my action and I smiled into the kiss, enjoying the reactions I can get from him. I let my tongue graze over his bottom lip, waiting for him to part his mouth.

"Darling! We're home!" I pulled back quickly, startled by the loud sound in my house.

"Fuck." I groaned out, annoyed that we were interrupted. I let my head fall back onto my pillow and my eyes close while sighing out, hearing a breathy laugh from Harry above me. A sudden thought popped in my head and my eyes snapped open, quickly pushing Harry off of me. He rolled off of me and onto the floor with a groan, his head lifting up to look at me.

"What are you doing?" He looked at me confused, his hand rubbing the back of his head. I struggled to sit up on the bed, cursing the baby for making me giant.

"You have to hide. My dad doesn't know you're here and he's not gonna be happy." I slipped of the bed, searching around my small room frantically, trying to find a place for him to hide. He slowly stood up while I had one hand on the arch of my back and the other resting on top of my bump, my head whipping in various directions.

"Molly, calm down. There's nowhere to hide. And besides, he's gonna find out I'm here anyway, might as well get it over with now baby." He came over to me, grabbing my shoulders from behind, trying to calm me down. I ignored his soft voice, still thinking of a place I can hide him. I'm considering stuffing him under my bed but in reality he's much too big for that. I could just stick him behind the door so when my dad comes up he won't see him. Or maybe I'll just have him jump out the window, that's feasible right?

"How well are you at jumping?" I turned to him, an eyebrow raised. "Or heights? Are you afraid of heights." He looked at me with wide eyes and a partially open mouth before quickly shaking his head.

"If you're asking me, a grown man, to jump out of a second story window in a storm, you've lost your mind." He cupped my cheeks, his eyes looking to me in worry. "Have you lost your mind? Where has my Molly gone?" I swatted his hands off my cheeks, pushing him back with an eye roll.

"I'm being serious."

"I'm not jumping out of a window baby-" his voice got caught off by the sound of my father, my eyes going wide as I quickly turned around, standing in between Harry and my dad.

"How you feelin'-" his paused his words as he stared into the room, his eyes going to me and then lifting to above my head, fixating on Harry behind me. "What is he doing here?" His tone turned annoyed, much darker than what it was previously.

"Pops. . ." I kept my voice quiet, one hand in front of me and the other reaching around my back to grab Harry's. I wasn't going to move from this spot for as long as I could because I knew as much my dad might want to punch Harry, he wouldn't put me or the baby in any form of danger.

"What's he doing here Molly?" He turned his attention back to me, his hands slowly curling into tense fists.

"He got here a few hours ago, we talked it out and everything is okay."