A/N: This chapter overlaps with the last chapter and starts soon after the shower scene (when Harry goes off to stare at the moon).



Molly was trying to decide how to fix whatever it was she had messed up with Jeff and get back on his good side, and prove she was in fact trying to help Harry’s career, not hurt it. Yet, she was also considering Harry’s offer to pay off her student loans because she couldn’t get a job, since she was stuck with him, pretending to be his girlfriend. It was certainly a nice offer, but Molly was an independent woman and couldn’t take such a gift without some kind of repayment. While she would love to pay Harry back in sexual favours, she thought she’d go for something a bit more tangible and long lasting.

Late that evening it hit her: she had met Harry because she was assigned to interview him. Why not get an ‘exclusive’ with Daisy and let her share her side of the story? Dispel some rumors and straighten out the story of how they met?

A quick phone call to her contact at the site she had written the previous article for, and the interview was set in motion. Molly contacted Daisy, and she eagerly agreed, since she too had some things she wanted to clarify and set straight.

The two met for breakfast the next morning and began their interview, which was only interrupted when their food arrived. They took a break from talking about ‘work’ to discuss more causal topics, since Molly hadn’t really gotten to know Daisy that well.

“How do you like the banana pancakes? They’re the best, right? Harry took me here once, and I’ve loved them ever since.” Molly asked as they finished up. They had ordered the same thing, at Molly’s suggestion, since Daisy hadn’t tried banana pancakes before.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good,” Daisy smiled, and the waiter came to clear their plates and refilled their drinks.

“So, back to our questions here,” Molly pulled her notepad out of her purse again. “Are you planning on going on tour with Harry?”

Daisy sighed. “I don’t know. Things have gotten complicated, and I don’t want to make it worse. While I like performing with him and his band, I know the kind of speculation and backlash we’ll face. It’s okay when we record something and post it online, because I don’t have to read the negative comments. But if we’re on stage together, in front of hundreds, or even thousands of people...it’s a little hard to ignore.”

“I don’t think anyone would be out-rightly rude to your face at a concert. His fans can be nasty sometimes, but I doubt any of them would try to boo you off the stage or throw anything at you. Harry would not stand for that, for sure,” Molly tried to reassure her.

Daisy shrugged. “I know he wouldn’t, but the way they were looking at me at the two shows we did together...it’s like I could feel them hating me.”

“Things are different now. Now that they know you’re not secretly dating him, or just trying to sleep with him, I’m sure they’ll see you differently.” Molly explained.

“True,” Daisy laughed. “It’s funny you should say that, though, because I was just remembering back to when I first met him. He wasn’t what I was expecting, and he was so different from-” Daisy suddenly stopped talking and brought her hand up to her mouth, her other hand wrapped around her stomach.

“Are you okay?” Molly asked.

Daisy sat frozen for a moment before jumping up. “I think I’m going to be sick.” She ran towards the bathroom.

Molly sat patiently and looked over her notes. ‘Those banana pancakes must not be agreeing with her,’ she thought, until she remembered they’d eaten the same thing. Molly felt fine, so she figured it must be something else. When Daisy returned, she was pale, but not as green as she had been a moment ago.

“Did you have a late night out?” Molly teased, but saw Daisy was not in a joking mood. “Because this is the second time today you’ve left suddenly.”

“No, I don’t really drink that often,” Daisy sat down and took a drink of water.

“I think I have some gum, if you’d like,” Molly dug through her purse and found a stick of gum for Daisy. ‘She’s a vegetarian, doesn’t drink, and doesn’t like boys...as if I needed another reason to be jealous of her’ Molly thought and smiled to herself as they settled in to complete the interview. “If you’re not feeling well, we can finish this some other time. I certainly don’t want to catch whatever stomach bug you have, so I don’t mind calling it a day.”

Daisy shook her head. “I’m fine now, I don’t have a stomach bug.”

“Well, we know you’re not pregnant,” Molly joked and picked up her notepad. She looked up at Daisy to ask the next question, but noticed Daisy was staring intently at the floor, skin a few shades paler than normal. “I was joking. Because you’re a lesbian,” Molly smiled and tried to lighten the mood, but Daisy remained unmoving. “Right?”

Daisy slowly lifted her head and Molly realized the girl was crying. Instinctively she moved to the other side of the table and wrapped her arm comfortingly around her, and found a tissue in her purse for Daisy. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s fine. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but if you do, I’m here for you.”

Daisy sobbed quietly onto Molly’s shoulder and wiped her eyes with the tissue Molly had given her. Molly quickly looked around, but the cafe was empty and they were in a secluded booth near the back, so they probably wouldn’t be overheard.

“It’s just that,” Daisy took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I’m gay, why should I be on the pill?”

Molly’s heart froze when she realized she may have been right. Her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment and her head spun. “Oh my god,” she said quietly.

“I always felt that I was attracted to the person, not the gender. Maybe that makes me bisexual or pansexual, I don’t know.” Daisy took another steadying breath. “I’ve found some men attractive, but I had never been sexually attracted to a guy before...until, him.”

Molly remained frozen as she tried to absorb this information and come up with an appropriate response.

“He said he wasn’t like other guys,” Daisy continued. “And he wasn’t; at least not the few guys I had tried dating in high school. I was in such a weird place in my life at the time, and I was really doubting some of the choices I’d made, so I went for it. It was purely physical, and fun, and I felt nothing for him.”

Molly’s head was going a thousand miles a minute as she did the math. Right before Daisy got sick she said something about how Harry was ‘different’ and ‘not what she was expecting’...and now, she’s saying she slept with a guy who was ‘not like other guys, different’. Harry met Daisy about three weeks ago; that was enough time for Daisy to miss her period and realize she was pregnant.

Molly’s cheeks were now flushed red with anger, not embarrassment. When she’d asked him about it, Harry said he hadn’t slept with Daisy, that he ‘hadn’t even tried.’ Maybe he meant he didn’t have to try because it was so easy? He just had to look at her, the way he looked at Molly, and she’d fall to her knees, the way Molly did. Molly knew from experience Harry didn’t necessarily use a condom (he said he usually did, but they hadn’t their first time) and now, his selfishness or forgetfulness had led to Daisy being pregnant.

Daisy hiccupped another sob which brought Molly’s attention back to focus. “How do I tell my girlfriend I’m pregnant?”

“Are you sure you are? Did you take a pregnancy test?” Molly asked, and Daisy nodded.

“Three, all positive.”

‘I’m in way over my head’. Molly sighed. “Well, I don’t know; I’ve never cheated on anyone before, but I have been cheated on. Except, my boyfriend didn’t get pregnant, he got syphilis. As far as I know he got it from another woman, but if he’d gotten it from a man, I would have been just as mad because the bottom line is: he cheated.” Molly sighed. As angry as she was, she still felt bad for Daisy, especially since she’s the one who introduced her to Harry. “I don’t know, maybe your girlfriend will want a baby; is that something you’ve ever talked about? If so, it saves you the hassle and cost of finding a sperm donor? I guess that would make him a bit like Ross from ‘Friends’.” Molly realized how ironic that was, since Harry loved that show. Did that make her Rachel? “And, I guess you should tell him as well,” Molly sighed, though it was more of an angry huff.

“Who?” Daisy looked over at her for a moment.

“You know, him, the father,” she didn’t even want to say his name.

“No, I mean, who’s Ross? I haven’t seen ‘Friends’.” Daisy clarified.

“Oh, um, Ross’ first wife Carol got pregnant while they were getting a divorce, because Carol had fallen in love with a woman. She and her partner raised Ross’ son as their own. So, it’s kinda similar, I guess.” Molly shrugged.

Daisy shook her head. “I don’t know if we could do that. We’ve been together two years, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mom? I’m 25, and my girlfriend’s a couple years older, so we’re old enough, I guess. I’ve never really thought about it; I honestly never thought I’d have to deal with this.”

“Well, you should still tell him. He’s the father, he has the right to know. He’ll probably want to be involved in its life, too.” Molly sighed. She’d certainly read enough fanfiction about Harry knocking up a girl, but as she read them, she imagined she’d be the girl getting knocked up, not the girlfriend who got to help him raise someone else’s kid. Then again, she wasn’t actually his girlfriend, and she could still get out while she had the chance.

“I agree, I’d love to tell him for those exact reasons. But I can’t,” Daisy looked at her, but Molly could not bring her eyes up the girl’s face.

“I can come with you, if you’d like, if you want some support,” she offered.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t even know where to find him, or what his last name is. It was a one night stand with some guy who came into the bar I was playing in.”

An invisible weight was lifted off Molly’s chest as she realized Harry had been telling the truth about not sleeping with Daisy, and therefore, not the father. ‘I can’t believe I doubted him. So he’s not Ross, and I’m not Rachel. Though, Daisy is kinda still Carol….’ “That’s really unfortunate,” Molly tried not to show how relieved she was feeling.

“All I know is his name is Connor, or at least that’s what he told me. I could try asking at the bar, see if maybe he was a regular, but at this point....I’m not sure I want to go through with it,” Daisy said quietly.

“Like, adoption, or…” Molly didn’t want to say it if that wasn’t what she meant.

“No, not adoption,” Daisy clarified, and Molly nodded.

“It’s up to you. I don’t know what I would do in your situation, but think about it. Talk to a close friend, or your girlfriend. She may want this,” Molly suggested.

“But I’m not sure I want this,” Daisy said quietly. “And I don’t want to tell her, and ruin our relationship. You said you broke up with your boyfriend because he cheated on you, so I don’t know why my girlfriend would act any differently.”

“He was a dick anyway, and we’d only been dating for about six months. But you’ve been together, what, two years?” Molly asked.

“Almost two and a half.”

“And it was a one night stand, right? So, it probably won’t happen again - unless you liked it?” Molly realized she’d never heard whether or not the experience was at least enjoyable or not.

“Ehhh,” Daisy made a face and started to smile. “It only confirmed what I’d heard: men don’t know what they’re doing.”

Molly nodded. “So true.”

“I’m guessing Harry does not fall into that category?” Daisy asked with a smirk.

Her question caught Molly off guard and she froze with her mouth half open, but her reddening cheeks gave her away.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Daisy bit her lip. “That’s what I thought; he seems like he’s had a lot of practice.”

“Probably, yes,” Molly wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Not that I think he’s a slut,” Daisy added quietly, and Molly’s phone rang.

“Oh, speak of the devil,” Molly smiled and answered the phone. “Hey Harrbear!”

“Hey, do you want to, like, join us for lunch at the studio, and maybe pick up some take away on the way here?” He asked, and Molly thought he sounded a little anxious.

“I’m in the middle of interviewing Daisy, I could come now and get lunch, and bring her with me, or I can come on my own when we’re done,” Molly suggested.

“Ummm, hold, on, I’ll call you back,” he hung up.

“He’s so awkward sometimes,” Molly smiled at Daisy and put her phone down. “He wants us to pick up their lunch and bring it to the studio for them.”

“I’m not really hungry, but I’d love to see the band. And Harry, of course,” Daisy added.

“He said he’d call back, so I’ll let him know,” Molly said.

“I’m going to make a quick phone call,” Daisy said suddenly, and stood up. She stepped outside and found a quiet place before hitting ‘call’ on her phone.

“Hi, I called yesterday to reschedule an appointment, can I cancel that?” Daisy started when the receptionist answered. “Actually, can I just schedule a different kind of appointment?”

A moment after Daisy left, Molly’s phone rang.

“Hi hon,” Molly answered and listened for a moment, and Daisy returned. “Okay, we’ll pick it up and see you soon.

“Hey, can we keep what we discussed between us?” Daisy asked quietly as they got up.

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t dare tell anyone,” Molly promised, and the two left to pick up lunch before heading to the studio. “You know, it’s funny (and I’m embarrassed I even thought this) but for some reason I thought Harry was the guy you’d slept with.”

“What? I would never!” Daisy laughed as the two got out of the car. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, things are kind of weird between us right now, I think I was just looking for an excuse to be mad at him. Besides, he seemed pretty taken with you those first few weeks,” Molly said quietly before they entered the studio. Harry looked at her and smiled, and his band starting to play a song she recognized immediately.

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you,” Harry started, and Molly stopped in her tracks, nearly dropping the take out she was carrying. “I think I might give up everything just ask me to….”

Notes

I am not used to writing non-hetero characters, so I hope no one is offended by how I handled Daisy here. I had to do some research to make sure I used the correct term, but if you have any feedback/criticism, please let me know! Mainly, she’s just a girl who cheated on her significant other (regardless of sexual orientation) and her relationship helps Molly figure out where she is with Harry, and gives her some perspective. I really wanted to show how Molly was feeling prior to Harry surprising her in the studio in the last chapter, and I’d wanted to do something like this with Daisy, but I wasn’t sure how to do it until I finished writing the previous chapter.

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