Divided. (Harry Styles)

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The night of Harry's engagement party was still fresh in my mind despite a month or so having now passed. The days at the Halfway Point had been all the same. Arrive in too high of a high heel, sign in, say good morning to Harry, do the labour room check and wait around all day for something to do as I sat knowing my pure purpose in Harry's office was so I could be watched like some sort of criminal rather than someone who actually had no say in any of this. I had avoided Harry's father, as much as possible yet when I had had the unfortunate treat of crossing his path he didn't fail to carry on his intimidation.

Harry's behaviour since the party had been bothering me as he had become distant. We had never acted like best friends (that would be death worthy to these people) and I certainly wouldn't and couldn't trust him but he had been a lot more friendly and interesting to talk to than anybody else around here. Everyone here was too consumed by the power and money that had been handed to them on a plate to even consider being anything but evil to the likes of me, even the other lower half girls that I had come across in the building were too scared to even pass the time of day. But Harry had never particularly been anything but kind to me and his engagement party had been the pinnacle of it all. The conversation we had shared in his kitchen felt all too friendly but since that evening he had become constantly grumpy looking and would barely speak to me as he had previously.

I had just walked into the office, ahead of a brand new day and Harry was sat behind his desk doing some sort of mundane paperwork as he sighed.

"Morning" he huffed.

"Morning" I reciprocated, taking a seat on the sofa that sat by the window of his office. It wasn't much of a view out there though, just the rest of the Halfway Point that consisted of more offices and buildings like this. The part I was in was laid out like a square you'd see in a small town with a market. I had never really taken much notice of it as I walked through it but today sitting by the window that I had never looked out of previously I noticed more. The building opposite me seemed to be more than just a factory as girls walked in and out of it. The girls I could see wore short skirts with equally short tops and heels not that different from mine. It was quite clear to me what the building was and just what these girls were being used for but in my mind I tried to think of every other plausible option, doing everything I could to stop the growing feeling of sickness within me as I thought of all the girls who had to use their bodies everyday as their chosen job here in the Halfway Point.

"Harry what's that building over there?" I asked, hoping he could give me a more pleasant explanation than the conclusion I'd come to.

"Hm? What building?" he queried.

"Over there, I can't quite see the name" I replied pointing to the building. He got up from his seat walking over to me and sitting on the sofa beside me.

"It's nothing Felicity, just another place like this" he tiredly responded.

"No it's not, it's quite clearly a whore house". Harry looked at me, appearing almost as shocked as I at my words.

"God when did you get so crude" he chuckled.

"It is though isn't it?"

"Yes but you're here not there so why does it matter?"

"Because it could've been me Harry" I sighed.

"But it's not Fliss, you're here" Harry said, looking at me in concern. Despite my current mix of feelings, the nickname Harry had been using made me feel a little warm inside.

I nodded, turning my head away from the window before I looked at Harry to see he was looking at me still. "Why does it bother you so much?" he whispered.