My Sunflower *h.s*

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Another loooooong chapter, close to 5000 words! Enjoy!

Song: Tattoos together by Lauv

Molly - 31 weeks pregnant

"Oh I will carry you over fire and water for your love. . ." I hummed along to the music playing through the speakers in the gym, doing some light workouts. I had a doctors appointment yesterday and Dr. Jones recommended I start walking a little and doing some yoga to help with these next nine weeks. Yesterday I did yoga on the beach, convinced Harry to do it with me, although that ended up being a bad idea because he just ended up messing with me in the end and we spend the rest of the day laying in the sand and watching the sun set.

Isabelle is making me huge and uncomfortable constantly. The frequent peeing is back, along with the lack of sleep, back pain and bloating. But now I've found myself forgetting everything and being more clumsy, but she assured me that was completely normal for someone this late in pregnancy. It's all so frustrating.

Oh, and a new thing Isabelle loves to do is play soccer with my organs unless she hears Harry, which is annoying because he's gone writing and recording all day everyday. So I've resulted to playing his music, but the man only has ten songs, listening to his album on repeat for hours on end makes me want to strangle someone. So now, I'm listening to his old songs, all the One Direction albums. Fortunately it still works, I guess she can still hear his voice in these songs.

I don't mind to much, I used to listen to these songs all the time when One Direction was around, so I already know most of the lyrics and it brings back funny memories of when I was a young teenager. Oh how the times have changed. . .

"When the night is coming down on you we will find a way through the dark." I hummed out the remainder of the song, switching yoga positions once the song changed. I chuckled as no control started playing. I shuffled my way into downward dog, the position creating a welcomed stretch in my legs and back. I kept singing the song while holding the position, rocking back on my feet occasionally.

"Who knew you doing yoga while singing my old songs would be such a turn on?" His voice startled me slightly and I pressed my chin to my chest, looking at him in the doorway. I could see a smirk on his face even though I was looking at him upside down.

"Oh shut it." I rolled my eyes at him, dropping my knees to the ground and shuffling to sit on my bum facing him, putting my legs in a butterfly position.

"What are you doing anyway?" He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face still.

"Dr. Jones said doing light workouts will help with my discomfort and all that fun stuff, remember? Didn't I tell you this yesterday when we did yoga" I pushed on my knees slightly, stretching my legs out. I curled my body forward, bringing my head as close to my feet as possible. He shook his head no and I sighed and muttered under my breath, "pregnancy brain.'

"And the music?"

"Blame your daughter for that one." I sat back upright, seeing a confused but amused look on his face. "She kicks like crazy unless she hears your voice, so I started with your first album but that got annoying after like the fifth run through, so I started playing your old songs. They seem to be doing the job well." I shrugged my shoulders, letting my legs stretch out in front of me, leaning back on my hands.

"Okay, but I can't blame her for noticing that you know all the lyrics." He let a smirk cross his face again, one of his eyebrows raising. I sighed and rolled my eyes, looking at him with a dumb look.

"Harry, baby, I love you. But you're stupid." I laughed at his slightly shocked and offended look, his body slumping a bit in the doorway. "I'm twenty-one, which means when One Direction was around I was, what, between the ages of eleven and sixteen? Did you really expect me to not know at least some of your songs?"