Divided. (Harry Styles)

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A few weeks had passed since Harry and I were shown the frightening video of the Lower and Upper half couple who had been caught. It was this that had resulted in me telling Harry that we had to stop. We were still on shaky terms as a result and at times it was awkward between us as I could sense his anger towards the fact that I had insinuated we stopped.

We'd had no more threatening messages since the blood sprawled out on the wall but I was still suspicious and on edge that another one could be in my eyesight anytime soon. Zac was still the same, he'd made some recovery but not much. This was becoming too familiar now and I did not see it changing anytime soon.

As for Mya's rebellion plan, we had agreed to it, although we both admitted that it had its flaws. For me though, it was worth it and I knew Harry was going along with it because he wanted to help me. He was constantly suspicious of Mya, but I was convinced that she had no bad intentions.

The rebellion was only two days away, Harry had eventually agreed to do it on October 4th, which meant the wedding was tomorrow. I dreaded it. I did not want to go and watch Harry marry Morgan when I know that he did not love her, and I certainly did not want to watch because I was simply jealous.

I was sat in my usual window seat and was startled when Harry spoke from his desk seat. "Felicity," he drew me from my thoughts.

"Could you please help me with something?" he asked.

"Yeah.. sure," I spoke hesitantly. I walked over to him and stood beside his desk seat. He looked up at me with a smile before directing his gaze to his computer screen.

"I'm supposed to write a speech for the wedding, but I have nothing to say," he admitted.

I sighed, "Just say how you feel."

Harry chuckled, "You know I can't do that. I feel no way for her."

"True," I agreed and laughed a little. "Just say something like 'I love the colour of your eyes and your hair is so soft and not at all fake," I spoke sarcastically and he laughed.

"Sounds good," he winked.

"In all seriousnes, just make it up. Imagine you do love her," I suggested.

He looked at me and nodded. "You're right. I'll just imagine it's you."

My breath hitched in my throat and my heart raced. I really wish he would stop making me want him and saying such charming things. "What? You don't love me Harry!"

He looked at me, blank faced for a moment before speaking; "That's what you think."

"W-What?"

"You know what I meant," Harry said so confidently it threw me off guard. I was about to reply but was stopped as the door opened.

Harry and I's attention was drawn to the office entrance as his Father, Des, walked through it. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes at the sight of him.

"Harry!" Des exclaimed as he walked in. I awkwardly edged away, taking my seat at the edge of the room again.

"I hope you're all prepared for tomorrow son," he spoke and patted Harry's back.

"I guess," Harry spoke lowly and shrugged.

"I see the way Morgan looks at you, it's similar to the way your Mother used to look at me," he spoke jolily and I looked to Harry as I had never heard him mention his mother. I thought I'd seen her at the engagement party but other than that, I knew nothing. When I did look at Harry, however, he appeared bitter.

"Don't talk about her," Harry snapped. "If Morgan looks at me the way Mum looked at you then she obviously hates me. Mum didn't love you, nobody fucking loves you."

I gasped. Harry's outburst was so sudden, and his words, to me, were unexpected. I couldn't imagine his father would react well.

Instead of getting angry though, he just laughed, and it was a bitter one at that. "That's no way to speak to your Father Harry," he scolded.

Harry huffed, "Just don't speak about Mum okay? You don't need to."

"Fine," Des spoke. "But I'm just saying, you're getting married tomorrow and I think Morgan loves you a lot."

"No, she loves our money," Harry seethed.

"Same thing isn't it?" Des said. "Anyway, I doubt she's only in it for the money, she isn't exactly poor herself. If she was she'd be stuck in that shithole of a Lower Half."

Harry winced and looked at me. I was a bit annoyed but it's nothing I wouldnt expect. I glanced right back at Harry and gave him a reassuring nod. But suddenly, Des turned his head, noticing our exchange. He gave Harry a grimacing smile but made no comment. Luckily.

"How's the speech going?" Des asked, diverting the subject.

"Just brilliant," Harry sarcastically remarked in reply.

"Good. Well I look forward to hearing it. I bet Felicity does too huh?" he wondered, looking at me.

Instead of reacting to his taunting, I played along. "Yes. I'm sure it'll be wonderful!" I exclaimed.

Des chuckled, "Mmm yes. Well, I will see you later Harry," he said and then left.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed under his breath as the door slammed shut. He shot out of his seat and paced somewhat back and forth.

"Hey. It'll be fine," I tried to tell him.

He frowned at me and shook his head, "I just don't think it will."

I walked over to him and, unexpectedly to him and I, I wrapped my arms around him. His embrace was warm and I had missed it so much.

"Felicity," he whispered, almost in relief.

"I wish they didn't know about what happened between us," I said.

"Why do you speak as if it's in the past?" he asked, slightly sadly, whilst rubbing his hand along my back.

"Because it is. We absolutely cannot carry on."

Harry huffed, and pulled away from me. He slumped back into his seat. "Then why are you hugging me?"

I wasn't sure why I had embraced him but he seemed distressed and I felt I needed to do something. "I-I don't know," I spoke.

He stood up again and came towards me once. "I think I know," he spoke both quietly and confidently. He ran his finger along my lips. "I think you're finding it as hard to stay away from me as I am to stay away from you."

"Harry I-"

"Mmm?" he murmured, interrupting me. His eyes flickered along my face before he moved forward. He was about to kiss me and I wish I could've kissed back, I wanted to. I desired to feel his plump lips mould with mine once again and I wanted to run my fingers through his soft hair as he guided his lips down to my jawline and neck. But I couldn't, it was too much of a risk and he knew that, and I had come to terms with it  myself also.

I suddenly moved my head away from him, his lips meeting my cheek instead of his intended target of my mouth. His moist, soft lips detracted from the skin of my face and he sighed.

"I know it's a risk but you can't deny me forever Felicity," he said and I knew he was right. He was getting married just tomorrow but staying away from him was becoming increasingly harder and I didn't know if I was going to last much longer without kissing him.

A/N: lol sorry for another rubbish chapter. I'll update hopefully Thursday or possibly even tomorrow, and next chapter should be quite good. I'm looking forward to writing it.

Thank you to @mysillyharrydiary who is so awesome and sent me the edit that I have now used as the cover! I love it. Jennifer Lawrence is on it as Felicity but I think you should have your own image of Felicity in your minds also, so let me know who you imagine Felicity as / what you imagine she looks like?!

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