Divided. (Harry Styles)

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The house Harry lived in was exactly as I had expected, you could practically smell how rich he was, or how rich his family were at least. The hallway was elaborate, an oak polished staircase was on one side and the rest of the space was either empty or filled with expensive furniture. Family photos were also scattered around and Harry was visible in a few, always holding the most sombre expression of everyone in the photograph.

He lead me into the kitchen which was spotlessly clean and modern that I was in awe as I compared it to the small excuse of a kitchen I had at home. The centre counter had a selection of drinks and food that quite honestly didn't look all too appealing so I was actually grateful I wouldn't have to eat it.

“I'm sorry you have to do this” Harry mumbled, as he leaned against the counter and looked at me.

“I've done worse things” I replied. Harry nodded before looking at the ground in silence.

“You look nice” I complimented him, trying to cheer him up as he seemed a little tense, but instead of replying he just turned away and began to tell me how I needed to offer people food and drink and the like throughout the evening. I just nodded in response and hoped that it would all go quick so I could go home.

As he explained further to me about the evening etcetera, the sudden sound of heels on the floor behind me could be heard and I didn't have to guess who it would be. His fiancé. I turned around and there she was clad in a black dress that was below no further than the thigh and a pair of heels so high she was now taller than Harry.

“Morgan, glad you could make it” Harry mumbled to her.

“What are you talking about? Of course I'd be here, it's our engagement party” she whined and I let out a laugh at Harry's lack of care for her and their engagement.

“And you? What are you laughing at?” she asked, turning to me with a scowl.

I let out an awkward cough before replying, “er, nothing”.

Harry looked at me awkwardly and smiled before turning back to his fiancé, who I had now learnt was called Morgan.

“Why are you wearing that Harry? Could you not have worn a suit?” she questioned him.

“I like this” he replied through gritted teeth and she just looked at him and sighed before kissing him.

“I'm sorry okay, I'm just a little nervous” she mumbled.

“There's no need” Harry reassured her with a fake smile as he went to kiss her again and lead her out of the room.

*

The evening went on in a very routine manner, every time someone arrived I had to greet them at the door at Harry's side with a tray of champagne before offering them food, it really was quite boring to see all these rich, arrogant people waltzing around in their expensive dress.

As I sat around doing nothing I realised it had been a while since I'd taken a tray of drinks out so I gathered some before going into the large dining room where the most part of this party was taking place. I went up to a few groups of people who were milling around, giving them champagne and ignoring their judgemental looks.

There was only a few drinks left on the tray and only one small group of people in the corner who I was yet to offer drinks to. It was Harry's father with Morgan and another woman who seemed around the age of his father. I sighed, pushing my anxiety to the back of my mind as I remembered my encounter with Harry's father this morning and took the tray over to them.

“Would you like any more champagne?” I asked the group timidly who seemed agitated I had interrupted their conversation.

Instead of getting a spoken reply, Morgan snatched one from the tray before looking me up and down in a mocking manner for about the fifth time this evening. The other lady who stood with them took one and thanked me with a smile before I looked up to see Harry's father smirking at me as he took a glass of the expensive drink off of the tray.