Divided. (Harry Styles)

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Tension had arisen between Harry and I since his attempt to kiss me and his sudden appearance at the Medical Centre. He had been a little off with me, and it had now been a few days. I could not tell whether he was annoyed, embarrassed or saddened that I hadn't kissed him back. Or whether it was all three even.

The tension between us had consisted of awkward silences, uncomfortable eye contact and weird feelings when we would accidentally brush hands or look at one another too long.

Ending all this tension could be done simply by kissing him but it was too risky and I did not know how I felt about him. I couldn't trust him because he was still one of them and not from the Lower Half, like me. For all I know this could all be a test, especially after all the things that had happened with my father and the consequences I face because of it.

The evening Harry had spent with me at the Medical Centre was pleasant. For he had been kind and provided me with support when I needed it so much. The burden between us however could not be ignored as I felt continously awkward next to him after denying his kiss.

"Here," Harry spoke as I was in his office and he was picking up the file for the Labour Room check.

"Thanks."

"Mm, I really need to get you more things to do around here. You spend too much time in this office."

He wanted to get rid of me?

"Oh. Ok."

"You must you know, get bored around here," he continued whilst shrugging.

"I guess," I replied and then for a moment, we became silent. I simply glared at him as he reciprocated whilst still holding the file out to me. Then, he jerked it toward me suddenly.

"Go on, then."

"Right. Sorry." I whispered, taking the paper from him.

I hurriedly left with my hands shaking at how small and tense Harry made me feel.

When I entered into the Labour Room, it looked unusually empty, so much so my footsteps echoed as I walked across the floor. I frowned wondering where everyone was. I could see Mya Rose (whom I had met briefly before) at her seat however, and I was surprised to see she looked okay, having expected her to show at least some bruises after her encounter with Mr Styles.

She had seemed friendly enough before so I went to talk to her, hoping she may provide me an explanation to why the room was so empty. "Hi Mya."

"Oh, hey," she spoke seeing me.

"Where is everyone today?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe they're rebelling from the system," she suggested. The thought hadn't crossed my mind, but as she said it, it made a lot of sense. People rebelling from all of this wasn't unheard of and I could not blame anyone from wanting to do so.

"W-what?" I stuttered, hoping she would explain further. She looked at me sceptically and bit her lip nervously. Her answer provided me with no reasonable explanation however.

"Actually, you know what? Never mind. That probably isn't the case, I've not any information about anyone rebelling," she then corrected herself.

"Hmm, okay," I murmured suspiciously. But despite my doubts, I changed the subject.

"You seem in good condition Mya. I expected you'd look at least a little bruised after your ordeal with Mr Styles."

"Oh that?" she spoke, "no. He let me off.. I guess." She then shrugged, whilst smiling at me.

"Oh ok." I nodded before speaking again. "I had better carry on, see you again Mya."

"Wait!" she stopped me from walking away.