Divided. (Harry Styles)

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 The screaming and shouting from inside the office stopped after a few minutes, though it seemed like hours. The atmosphere was sombre and the air thick as I waited for the next turn of events.

When the door of the office finally opened the man who I had seen drag the girl in walked out, the girl now in his arms, her body limp and nearly lifeless. I could make out some bruises over her face and arms that hung at her sides, blood had stained her t-shirt. As the man carried her his face remained emotionless, walking hurriedly until he noticed my presence.

“Stand up” he instructed, the girl still remaining in his arms, faint whimpers leaving her mouth.

I stood up following his instructions, knowing if I didn't I may well end up in the same state as the girl that lay in his arms.

“Look at me” he further enforced. I followed instructions again.

“Good, now I presume you are Felicity Green. Yes?”

“Yes Sir”

“Mm, well didn't Veronica do a lovely job on you” he spoke slyly, a smirk on his face as his eyes studied over my frame. I remained silent, not sure how he wished me to respond, earning a deep chuckle from him.

“You better get back inside sweetheart, I'm sure my son has some things for you to do” he venomously said. Mr Styles was his son? It didn't surprise me as the office was titled “Styles and Co” suggesting him or his family did own the place.

“Go on” he pursued me.

“Yes, sorry sir” I replied as he turned away, the girl now silent in his arms.

When I walked back inside the office, Mr Styles was sat at his desk, leaning forward on his elbows with his palms rubbing over his face as he sighed. I cleared my throat which took him by surprise as he shot his head up, obviously unaware I had re-entered.

He let out a nervous cough before telling me to sit down opposite him. As I placed myself on the leather office chair my legs still shook and my mind remained in a state of anxiety from the hearing the girl being hurt and from the encounter with the man who claimed to be Mr Styles' father.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Will she um, the girl will she be alright?” I questioned him, diverting the subject suddenly away from me.

“It's hard to say” he spoke and slightly shrugged. A period of silence fell between us, I hoped he was as horrified as I was, even more so considering he was a part of the previous events. I doubted it though, he was used to it.

“Felicity?” Mr Styles spoke, bringing us away from the silence.

“Yes Mr Styles” I replied. He looked as if he was debating on whether or not to say what he wanted before he let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hand through his hair. When he spoke he seemed defeated and as if he had settled on not speaking as he had wished.

“Tomorrow night, my family are throwing an engagement party for my fiancé and I, we need you to be there serving and such” he finally instructed before he leant back in his chair.

“Oh okay, where is it Mr Styles?” I queried.

“My house, you'll have a guard escort you from here” he stated nonchalantly. It was known that some of us working in the Halfway Point would have to enter the upper half at some time or another, some even worked there more frequently. It was rare but happened on occasions and it was widely known that we had to be escorted by a guard after everything had been approved.

I nodded so Mr Styles was aware that I understood his instructions.

“Your first day has been eventful hasn't it?” he tried to joke,

“I guess”, I shrugged. “But I wasn't really assuming it would be fun”.

My words seemed to change Mr Styles' mood as he became even more tense than I had previously noticed him to be. He seemed spaced out and as if his thoughts were sending him miles and miles away. For the rest of the day I didn't really do much else and I felt I should question him on it although I decided against it. He dismissed me bang on the time that I had to be there to and I hurried out of his office as quickly as I could with only the mutter of a “see you tomorrow” from Mr Styles.

Needing to retrieve the clothes I had arrived in this morning, I waited outside of the room Veronica had taken me in to pluck, change and polish me along with everything else she seemed to do. I was assuming she would give me clothes too that I could wear here so I did not have to be in her room every morning.

Taking the risk of not waiting outside in the waiting room I hesitatingly walked to the office, planning to knock and then enter. I stopped however. I'm not sure if it was the muffled voices I heard or the uncertain feeling I felt but I stopped.

“She shouldn't be near the rest” I heard a voice say.

“No she's a personal assistant because we can keep a close eye on her, that's the main reason we have personal assistants, they're for the ones we need to watch” another replied. I wondered if they were talking about me.

“You know and I know that she'll suffer more for what her father did if we put her in the labour room”. Father? What? Surely that couldn't be me?

“No Veronica, you're just scared she'll get in Harry's pants and he'll use her as his little sex toy instead of you” I heard.  Veronica and Harry? Using me as a sex toy? I was pretty sure now they must've been talking about me.

After hearing this and them talking about my father I backed slowly away from the door knowing I had heard enough.

 As I got closer and closer to leaving the place that may as well be renamed “hell”, I picked up my pace eager to get home and see if there were any answers about what it was my father had done that I was going to have to suffer for.

A/N: hey thanks for reading. Please vote and comment, so I continue the story. I've got so many fab ideas for this now. I am excited. Sorry the chapters are short but hopefully they are about to get a little bit longer as shit is about to start happenin