Divided. (Harry Styles)

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The faint sound of a heartbeat beeping through Zac's heart monitor rang throughout my entirety as I sat by his bedside, holding his weak cold hand in mine. His condition had not improved and it could be a matter of days or even weeks before any inclination of whether he would recover came about.

My mother had gone home to get some rest, leaving me to be the watchful eye over Zac. Despite his presence, I was lonely within this small, stuffy room and this subsequently caused my thoughts to wonder.

The first of my thoughts lead me to Harry and his attempt to kiss me just hours ago. I had pulled away as his lips met mine, leaving his face twisting with sadness and shame as I left suddenly. I felt guilty for refusing him, yes, but I could not be so foolish as to kiss him under such tight circumstances. If we were to be caught there's no telling what the repercussions would be for myself and possibly him also. Nor could I trust Harry's intentions as even though he had shown me kindness, he was still one of the Upper Half and not to mention he was to be married.

The other side of me however wanted to kiss him and enjoy the entirety of his being, as it were, regardless of what would happen. For he appeared kind and alike me in that he wished for the city and the way society was now to be different. I wanted to kiss him and make him forget about the fiancé he seemed to dislike so much and I wanted him to kiss me and make me forget everything but him. This was not an option though, and unfortunately never would be.

The stress and anxieties that were swarming through me caused a few tears to roll down my cheeks for what felt like the millionth time today. I squeezed Zac's hand gently and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before temporarily leaving his room and heading outside to get some fresh air.

It was relatively warm outside, for it was spring now. I kicked the gravel that was underneath my feet as I appreciated the air that surrounded me and revived me somewhat. The outside of the hospital simply looked over plains of grass, run down buildings and sandy pathways that covered it's surroundings just like the rest of the Lower Half.

As I looked around and people watched, someone caught my eye. The figure was recognisable, for the height and posture was distinct. I began to wonder if I could be hallucinating, or if I'd mistaken him for someone else. But as he got closer, my suspicions were confirmed. It was Harry.

He was dressed as if in disguise, wearing what to him would be deemed as 'scruffy' but really he stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the likes of me.

He was slowly strolling toward me, timidly eyeing his surroundings. When he approached me he made a sudden stop before me and pouted his bottom lip slightly.

"Harry? What are you doing here?"

He sighed morosely, shifting on his feet a little. "I had to make sure you were okay."

"Harry, I'm fine. Look, you can't be here."

"I know but I don't care. I need to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine. How did you find me anyways?" I asked.

"Well after I'd sneaked in, I wandered around for a while and then thought I'd come to the medical centre that I knew you had as I assumed you'd come here for your brother. I asked around for some directions and now, here I am," he explained.

"Harry. You have to go. It isn't safe."

"It's fine, just let me stay for a while please?" he tried to persuade. I hesitantly eyed my surroundings before nodding my head.

"Okay."

He smiled at me, pleased at my response.

"Look, Harry about what happened earlier, I'm sorry." I spoke.

"Don't be. It was sudden. I should have just ignored my desire," he replied. "But, please know Felicity that if you had have kissed me back I would never regret it, even if it is deemed as wrong. Truth be told, I've wanted to kiss you for a while now." His words made my heart flutter and a blush to rise on my cheeks but I couldn't give into temptation.

"I-I can't." I whispered.

"I know," he nodded, sadly.

"How's your brother?" he asked, suddenly diverting the subject.

"His name is Zac and he's hanging in. No better no worse." I spoke hesitantly.

"I'm sorry this has happened." Harry said sincerely and then in the distance I noticed someone glance twice at him, probably noticing that it was more than clear he wasn't supposed to be here.

"Harry. I think people are getting suspicious," I warned. He swiftly yet subtly glanced at his surroundings. The person who had eyed him wearily before had now gone out of sight but it probably wouldn't be long before someone else became cautious.

"Make me look the part then," he whispered.

"You can't just 'look the part' Harry." I rolled my eyes.

"It's worth a try?" he tried to reason. He had a point.

"Okay," I gave in before picking up some gravel and carefully dusting it on to his clothes. I ripped small holes in both his t-shirt and sweatpants, doing the best I could. "That's a bit better."

"Thanks," he grinned. I shrugged back at him before we fell into a moment of silence as we both looked at the ground.

I realised, however, that I should probably get back to Zac and at the same time didn't want to put the ruining of Harry's clothes to waste.

"Will you come inside with me? To see him?" I asked shyly. Harry glanced at me softly before nodding slowly.

"Of course."

He followed me inside, and I lead the way into Zac's room. He lay there, just as I had left him and I once again stood beside him with my hand lightly grasped around his. Harry came and stood beside me, looking around before placing his arm around my back.

I looked to him and smiled taking comfort from his risky gesture.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know," I muttered.

"Yeah sorry. Stupid question," Harry answered.

For a while I simply stood and watched Zac peacefully, eyeing his slow yet still rhythmic breathing. But then Harry spoke, interrupting my moment.

"You know, it's worse here than I had imagined," he lowly said.

"What do you mean?" I questioned him.

"You have less belongings than I thought. The Lower Half is dirtier and more dull than what I had expected. I saw some people fighting in the street and everyone around them was cheering and it seemed a normal thing to do," he explained.

"I guess it is normal now."

"How do you sneak over here anyway? All that security is so tight," I wondered aloud.

"I had my ways," he answered. He seemed slightly odd but I chose to ignore it.

"I hope this is over one day," he then spoke randomly. It appeared almost as if it were too himself but it was loud enough for me to hear also.

"Me too, me too," I whispered and leaned into Harry a little more.

A/N: I'm sorry this is short and boring, it's kind of a filler I guess.

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