Divided. (Harry Styles)

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By the time the horrific video that we'd been forced to watch had ended my legs were shaking and there was a sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach. I looked over to Harry to see him running his hands over his face in distress, something I had noticed him to do before. He sighed to himself, before angrily glaring at his father.

"Can we go now?" he asked, his voice raised. I could see how frustrated he felt and it was saddening how it was his own father taunting him.

"Well I don't know," Des smirked, "Do you understand what the video was saying?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes of course I do. I'm not fucking stupid. Don't go having a relationship with someone who isn't from your half else you'll basically be beaten to death, blah blah blah. It's common sense anyway."

I inhaled a sharp breath, if Harry thought it was common sense then he hasn't been very sensible lately. I suddenly felt as if reality was crashing down on my shoulders, making me feel stupid for ever thinking it wise to kiss Harry or act beyond what is appropriate with him.

"Mmm, good," Des responded to Harry, before turning to me. "I hope you understand also Felicity."

"I get it," I answered sharply with a nod.

"Good, now you can both leave," he spoke and Harry and I both stood from our seats. As we walked out of the door, Harry turned around to Des and looked at him in dissapointment.

"Bye.... Dad," he spoke with a frown.

As the door shut behind us, Harry walked ahead as I trailed behind. He seemed frustrated and that I could tell just by the way he was storming through the corridor, his feet harshly meeting the floor with each step he took.

The office door was opened forcefully and to my surprise Harry actually held it open for me before he strode over to his desk, sitting in his usual seat. "Fuck," he exclaimed, burying his head in his arms atop of the desk surface.

I sat in my usual seat on the sofa by the window. I peered out, watching what was going on outside. The building that had stood out to me before was directly in my eyesight. Girls, some of whom I recognised, entered and left in crop tops, short skirts or shorts and high heels. Everything about the Halfway Point and the divide repulsed me. The only thing that didn't was Harry, but I knew we could no longer keep up with whatever it was we were doing.

"Fliss," Harry sighed after minutes of silence in which I'd ran wild with my thoughts.

I turned my head to see him approaching from behind me. His presence moved closer and he tried to wrap his arms around my waist but I was too quick to move away.

He flinched in confusion."What? Fliss? C'mon. What are you doing?" he asked.

I was now facing him and his facial expression showed an element of hurt and bemusement. "What do you think I'm doing Harry? We can't just carry on as if we did not just have to sit and watch that disgusting video," I exclaimed.

Harry sighed, looking at me sadly. "Fliss, I just want to make sure you're okay. I know that video shook you up and I don't want you to sit here and worry about it."

"Then you could ask if I'm okay instead."

"But I would rather hold you and tell you it'll be okay," he expressed. "God. Why are you being like this all of a sudden?"

"Because it won't be okay Harry!" I yelled, standing up to move further away from him. "They're onto us. It's so obvious, what with the note and the fact that the whole time that video was playing your father was watching our response and waiting for us to flinch. The video was sickening Harry, so excuse me for being a little less obliging now."

Harry stood up also, looking at me with an anguished expression. "Come on Fliss. You knew it was a risk all along. You've always known what would happen, yet you weren't stopping me before. You enjoy it."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and annoyance at the fact he suddenly seemed to be blaming everything on me. "Let me remind you, that you tried to kiss me first. Don't go acting like I came on to you Harry. I bet you don't even care about me like you say, I'm just a bit of fun huh?" I taunted as I came to the realisation myself about just how naive I had been. "Just another one to add to your list like Veronica and Morgan aren't I? I bet there's even more-"

"Shut up! Just be quiet for a minute," Harry interrupted loudly, making me jump a little. "Don't. Just fucking don't Felicity. I hate Morgan, I absolutely hate her and you know I don't want to marry her. And as for Veronica, I used to fool around with her long before I met you and only went near her that time that you caught us because I was trying to make you jealous."

My jaw dropped at his admission, not really sure how to respond. He actually used Veronica to make me jealous. "I can't believe you."

"Yeah neither can I," he replied sarcastically. The room fell silent and the faint sound of the clock ticking was all that could be heard as I stared at Harry in disbelief.

After a few moments, he eventually spoke up again. "What do you want me to do then? Stop kissing you? Stop caring about you?"

Sighing, I replied, "Yes." As much as it hurt to say, it was too risky to carry on with Harry. It would be stupid of me to do so now I've realised just how foolish I've acted, I was silly to have given in to him in the first place.

"Fine," he huffed. He walked across the room, swinging the door open before slamming it behind him as he strode down the corridor. Away from me no doubt.

I sighed, tears spilling down my cheeks. I wish it was different. In an ideal world London would be as it used to be. Harry would be a boy at school or university and I could appreciate and like him as much as I do now and it would be acceptable. We could walk down the street holding hands and no one would bat an eyelid.

I did not see Harry for the rest of the day, and when the time came that I could leave the Styles&Co building, I was relieved. I could not bare to spend another moment here.

It was cold outside, threatening to rain as I rushed through the gates that took me out of the Halfway Point and into the Lower Half. I was glad to be away from the Halfway Point, away from Des Styles and away from Harry and his charming ways. I rushed to the medical centre to see Zac and was greeted with the heartbreakingly familiar sight of him laying in bed. My mother was sat beside him also and I pulled a chair next to hers and held onto Zac's cold, still hand.

We sat like this for a while. Even though it hurt to see Zac still not improving, it was quiet and after a day from hell provided me with some peace.

The window was open and caused the blinds to flutter in and out in the wind. One particularly large gust of wind caused a few papers that had been left by medics to blow around the room and I stood, before bending down to pick them up. They mostly consisted of detailed information regarding Zac's condition, but one paper in particular stood out to me.

Recognisable handwriting was sprawled out across the page and my stomach dropped. I picked the paper up to read the words closer. "Oh Felicity. Being cautious doesn't solve anything sweetheart."

My face paled at the words on the page, someone had deliberately left this for me to find. It was the same person who'd left the note before, the same person who knew about Harry and I. The words on this note implied that they knew the conversation exchanged between Harry and I mere hours ago, giving me the sudden feeling that I was being watched.

"What is it Fliss?" my mother asked noticing my distressed state. I looked up to her before standing up and screwing the paper into my pocket.

"It's.. nothing," I lied, before sitting down again.

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