Divided. (Harry Styles)

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The next day at the Halfway Point I felt as if I were on a different planet. My heart pulsed and my mind raced with frustration and sadness as I worried for Zac. And as I walked through the halls of the Styles&Co building running errands for Harry I became suspicious of everyone. I had placed every person I passed as the guitly conscience of being the one that shot my nine year old brother as I had no doubt in my mind that someone here was the culprit.

Zac was hanging on for his life and here I was in the confines of this building instead of by his bedside. There was no telling whether he would live and my heart broke every time I thought of him in the pain that he was. If I could've taken the bullet for him, I would've.

"They're all here today" I muttered, as I returned to Harry's office after having checked attendance, again. The girl missing yesterday was today back in her usual place, her face however displaying a black eye and several bruises.

"I'm glad". Harry nodded but he appeared different to usual. He seemed angry, an emotion I had never really seen from him.

"Felicity, I have to speak to you" he spoke sternly.

"Go ahead" I huffed, rolling my eyes and slumping into a seat opposite the desk.

"Drop the attitude" he snapped, taking me aback completely as he had never usually been so strict.

"What? What attitude?" I answered back to him as if I were a student being told off by a teacher.

He looked at me dismayed, and scoffed a little before speaking, "Felicity stop".

"Stop what?" I spoke confusedly.

"Look, just listen to me", he sighed. He was stood up and now leant forward over the desk and his hands were placed firmly onto it. The bottom of his tie touched the desk as he looked at me dismayed.

"I want to know why the hell you were looking through my file cabinet drawers" he demanded, pointing to me and then to his file cabinet. Was he talking about when I searched through them just before his engagement party and I was caught by his father? I assumed he'd have been told about that already.

"What? When?"

"You know exactly what and when Felicity!" he yelled slamming his hand onto the desk. This new side of Harry made me fearful of him. He had never been like this but now he behaved like the rest of the people here.

"I was looking for the Labour Room file" I spoke truthfully.

"But that's not the one you read is it?" he asked but recieved no immediate response from me. "Was it?" he pressed.

"No" I admitted, shaking my head slightly.

"Good, I'm glad you could admit it. Now you do not touch anything unless you are instructed to. Do you understand?" he asked with a stern tone and a straight face.

"Yes" I nodded.

"Good. Now, tell me why you decided not to tell me that my father threatened you". Gosh, did the questions never end?

"I don't know Harry. Maybe I was scared. I don't know. I guess I assumed you'd already know anyway". I tried to explain.

"Why would I already have known?" he seethed.

"Because I assumed your father would have told you. I work for you so if I step out of line surely you would get told?"

"Felicity". he sighed. "You have no idea what people get told around here nor do you know anything about my father and I".

"I'm sorry but what was I supposed to say to you then?" I asked. This question seemed to catch him off guard as he squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I-I don't know".

"Well, I'm glad we could come to an agreement" I responded.

"God Felicity! Do you not realise your sarcasm is unappreciated right now?!" he yelled.

"Whatever" I shrugged before I continued. "But I don't care about your files or your Father or my attitude! I don't care about any of this!" I exclaimed as I gestured toward my surroundings. I expected that I may regret my words but as Harry hung his head low looking to the desk as he tried to steady his breathing I realised I may stand corrected.

Tears started to rim my eyes as everything in my mind came back to me, especially the welfare of Zac. I wanted to help my mother as she sat with him and I wanted to be with him in what could be his last moments of life. He could even be dead now but I wouldn't know as I'm stuck here. The thought was morbid but I couldn't deny it may be true.

As I wiped a tear from my cheek, Harry's head moved back up to me as he pouted and looked at me in concern. He then slowly moved from where he was sat, to stand in front of me, leaning against the desk infront of my chair. He gently took one of my hands and pulled me up from where I was so we now stood face to face.

"Fliss" he whispered, hooking his shirt sleeve around his thumb and wiping a tear from my cheek. So suddenly we were back to using Fliss and he was back to being a nice guy?

Embarrassingly, the tears were now streaming fast down my face as everything came crashing down on my shoulders. Harry suddenly pulled me to him as he wrapped an arm around me hooking it all the way around my back as he nuzzled his head into my hair.

"I'm sorry I made you upset. Please don't cry". He thought it was him that I was crying about? Yes, his shouting probably pushed me over the edge but it is not him that is making me cry so much.

I pulled away from him so I could speak. "It isn't just you" I admitted.

"Oh". He appeared confused as he looked at me. "What is it then?"

I simply shook my head, indicating I did not wish to discuss it. He nodded back at me. "Sh, it's okay" he hushed. He pulled me back into him again, my head resting on his chest. It was the comfort he was providing me that I appreciated, if it wasn't for that I would've pushed him away, frustrated by his previous behaviour.

Quickly, our embrace was interrupted when the phone rang. Harry shifted his body to lean over the desk and answer it.

"Styles" he muttered before having a short conversation with the person on the other end of the line. When he hung up, he looked at me sympathetically before gently placing his hands on my upper arms. 

"My father wants to see you",  he sighed anxiously. The same emotion was felt within me as I could only assume that Harry's father simply wanted to interrogate and scare me further. I hesitated for a moment.

"Okay". I nodded.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Harry asked, concerned. I could sense that this was because of the encounter with Harry's father  that he had only just learned of.

I shook my head. "No it's okay, I can go alone" I spoke before turning away from where I stood in Harry's grasp and walking towards the door. I could sense Harry was close behind me as I made my way across the generously sized office.

"Fliss", he caught my attention before putting his hand to my shoulder and pulling me around to face him. We were merely centimetres away as he spoke to me.

"Promise me something?" 

"Err... okay?" 

"If he does anything to you, if he threatens you or hurts you. Anything. You have to promise you'll tell me". He looked completely serious and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him as I sensed his relationship with his father was not a good one and that he didn't wish to be here.

I looked up at him as he peered down at me also. He appeared tired, yet his eyes were a bright shade of green that for a moment had me lost in them. But I was bought back to the moment as I remembered where I was and what we were talking about.

"I promise" I whispered to him. He nodded at me, smiling gently as I turned around and exited the room.

A/N: I hope you like it. Please vote and comment. 

The new cover may seem odd right now but it will make sense eventually.((Sorry if that was a bit of a spoiler alert))

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