Divided. (Harry Styles)

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As I approached the office of Mr Styles I felt calmer towards the situation than I would've presumed I would. It was the thoughts of Zac that put the current situation into perspective, my mind encased with worry of him and my mother more so than whatever it was Harry's father wanted from me.

The corridor that held his office was quiet, with not a person passing by or a distant sound heard. I knocked gently on the door before entering, Mr Styles, sat at his desk.

"I'm glad you came," he spoke with a smirk.

"Well I didn't really have a choice did I?" I responded. His eyes narrowed at me as he leaned forward, his elbows on the desk.

"Mmm, being as smarmy as ever I see", he tapped his finger on his chin. "How are you today? You appear... saddened". His words were hesitant but planned with a grin. The implications hinting towards the fact he knew what happened to Zac.

I rose above his taunting. I had little choice. "I'm just fine. Thank you."

"Mmm, well I'm glad," he chuckled "Wouldn't want anything to.. shoot your mood down," he continued. Again, I ignored his attempts to bother me.

"No that would not be desirable," I responded. He looked at me firmly, pouting his lips disappointedly.

"Have a seat," he instructed, gesturing to a chair that sat opposite his desk. I complied.

"What did you want?" I wondered aloud.

"It appears that someone has been stepping out of line and I want you to get them and bring them to me," he informed.

The thought of having to bring someone to him so he could no doubt hurt them sickened me. "W-what?"

"Mya Rose is her name, go to the labour room and get her for me," he instructed sharply.

"No," I refused. He looked at me with raised eyebrows as if surprised by my response.

"No?!" he spoke, questioning my response. "What do you mean no?"

"I refuse to bring anyone to you, who you will only abuse. No one of us deserves any of this. And I certainly do not want to be a part of something I feel so strongly against," I argued.

I watched as he stood from his seat and moved toward me painfully slow. He stood before me and then clasped his calloused hands around my wrist before roughly tugging me upwards.

"Get off of me," I raised my voice as his grip tightened around the skin of my wrist.

"I suggest that you watch that little mouth of yours," he spat. "It could get you into a whole lot of trouble."

His hand moved to my loose hair and tugged it tightly, pulling it so my neck crooked and my head was held to the side. I winced in pain.

"You're going to go downstairs and bring me Mya. Understand?" he seethed, speaking close to my ear.

I nodded in response as he let me go. "Good, now get out of my sight!". He pushed me roughly as I pulled the door open and hurried through the corridor.

I rushed to the Labour Room, tears stinging at my eyes and my wrists bruising from the tight grip previously held on them. When I pushed open the large door into the Labour Room and reluctantly stepped inside, the eyes of everyone sat in there looked at me warily.

"Mya? Mya Rose?" I spoke loudly, hoping the girl would come up. A small figured girl in the middle of the room looked to me anxiously before stepping forward.

"Yes?" she said timidly.

"You um - you need to come with me," I told her quietly.

"Okay," she nodded before following behind me as we slowly left the room.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her as we walked.

"What for?"

"You have to see Mr Styles, I'm sorry I have to take you there".

"It isn't your fault, you're just doing what you should. That's the best thing to do around here," she replied.

I nodded in agreement, it was true, do as your told and you won't be hurt.

"Which Mr Styles?" she suddenly asked.

I chuckled a little at her question. "The older one."

"Shame", she laughed, noting Harry's nicer personality than what his father had. We fell into a silence as we walked the corridors towards the office. As we reached the door I stopped and turned to her. "Good luck", I took her hand and squeezed it.

"Thank you." She smiled before entering the confines of the office. I rushed away not wishing to hear any of the hurtful events that were bound to happen inside that office.

I was soon approaching Harry's office, preparing myself for the conversation we would have after promising to tell him what happened with his father.

He was on the phone, pacing back and forth when I entered. From his tone and constant eye rolling I assumed it was Morgan. As he heard the door shut behind me he was abrupt to end his phonecall.

"Felicity. Are you okay?" he hushed coming toward me. I was leant against the door and he ushered me to sit on the sofa.

I was unable to hold myself together as tears started to spill down my cheeks. "Hey, hey come 'ere" Harry spoke, pulling me to him as he knelt on the floor before me. His arms wrapped around my neck as my head buried into the crook of his.

"What happened?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter."

"You promised." he spoke using my own words against him. I sighed.

"It wasn't that bad Harry." I shrugged.

"Tell me," he sternly spoke.

"He wanted me to bring a girl to him from the Labour Room, and I said no. And he just got angry I guess. Now she's in there and he's doing god knows what and it's sickening," I told him avoiding the details. He frowned at me.

"I know, I know it's horrid" he sighed.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked. I wished to say no but the promise I made him and the genuine concern he appeared to have made me do otherwise.

"Just my wrists a little and he pulled my hair. Nothing that bad," I explained. He took my wrists, examining them. His thumb gently rubbed over the marks that had been left before he brang them upward and gently pressed his mouth to them.

"Harry," I sighed at his inappropriate actions.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, placing my hands back to my lap.

"Why?"

"That you're hurt. And erm I'm sorry about your brother," he spoke.

"What?!" I asked retracting away from him. He knew what happened?

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened specifically, I just know he was shot."

"It was someone here wasn't it?" I tried to get him to confirm my suspicions.

He looked at me thoughtfully and silently for a moment. "Probably."

"I could've guessed," I spoke.

"How is he?" Harry questioned.

"He was shot Harry. He's had better days," I replied.

"Right. Sorry."

"It's fine. Plus I've been here so I have no idea how he is. He could be dead, I wouldn't know," I said. Harry nodded before moving to sit beside me. My crying began again causing Harry to use his thumb to wipe tears away.

He brushed the tip under my eye, moving his delicate touch to stroke over my cheek afterward. My eyes met up to his as he looked down at me. His thumb trailed down to my lips as he ran  the tip along the outline of my mouth. His touch comforted me somewhat.

However, he eventually retracted his thumb and pushed his forehead to mine. "Fliss." he lowly spoke, looking at me intently before pushing his mouth hesitantly on mine.

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