Divided. (Harry Styles)

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A/N: just a warning that this chapter  may get a little dark/violent but I hope you enjoy it.

Today's errands were burdened by my fears and anxieties at the fact that someone knew about Harry and I. Someone knew we had more than crossed the boundaries of how we were meant to behave and they were using it against us.

The possibilities of whom it could be were endless. It was most likely someone here, but I could not put any certainty on exactly who it was. It could be Veronica, it could be Des Styles, it could be any of the Upper Half that were here, someone I had never even passed by or heard of in these prison like walls could be the culprit.

My mind was torn because I wanted to continue whatever it was that Harry and I had. He was charmimg, he could make my heart flutter and my cheeks redden and weirdly, he made me feel safe, even in this hellish, hurtful place. But to continue the way we were was full of too many risks, no doubt the note I had would accumulate to two or more of them until Harry and I were being pulled under by the note sender.

To continue, could also mean that if we were caught the consequences would be more than painful for Harry and I alike. Probably worse for me, but the thought of Harry being hurt made me feel regretful.

The noisy Labour Room was of no bother to me today as I paced around and completed the attendance check. This task was becoming mundane, the same, day in day out.

I had half expected Mya Rose to speak to me and mention the rebellion but she did no such thing, not even looking at me as I walked past her work station. Whilst she did ignore me, I managed to take note of a part of her conversation, a name in particular standing out to me. Holly Gray.

I had remembered the name from when I snuck through the file that Des Styles caught me reading. She'd been a previous personal assistant of Harry's and I remember feeling the desire to know more at the time. I had yet to bring my curiosities up with Harry and pondered over whether I should do so when I returned to the office today, but this was short lived as I decided against it. Harry had often become anguished at the mention of sensitive topics and I couldn't help but feel this was one of them. I would ask him sometime, but the time just wasn't now.

So, when I finished the Labour Room check I scurried back to Harry's office and told him there was nothing to report. He smiled and thanked me as he took the file from my hands.

"Are you okay?" he then asked.

I didn't want to avoid the truth so I shook my head, "No."

He sighed and directed me to sit on his lap. I was reluctant however, my previous thoughts of being caught so prominent in my mind.

Noticing my state of mind, Harry tried to reassure me. "It's okay, Fliss. Please?"

Foolishly, I gave in and followed his request. I sat on his lap, his chest against my back and his arm wrapped around my waist.

Squeezing my skin comfortingly he said, "What's wrong?"

I sighed before speaking. "I'm just so worried Harry. Someone knows about us. Maybe they can even see us right now. If we continue on then you know we might get caught, but, I don't want to stop."

Harry used his fingers to gently brush my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck and shoulder. Softly, he brought his lips over my skin. "Why don't you want to stop?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at his avoidance of the more important issue. "Harry, don't try and distract me."

Instead of responding as I had expected, he instead moved his hands down to my thighs and squeezed teasingly. "Tell me," he muttered demandingly.