Divided. (Harry Styles)

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My role as Harry's Personal Assistant in the Halfway Point meant that I had to meet his needs on his wedding day. Like his engagement party, this was a rare occasion in which Lower Half could go into the Upper Half.

I was escorted to the hotel Harry was going to marry in by a guard. He had handcuffed me and I couldn't help but think it was a tad extreme. However when I resisted, he just got angry so I gave up and went along with it as I was supposed to.

The hotel was large, and eye widening. The entrance was all glass windows from the outside, with potted plants lined up straight for decorative effect. People wondered around, clad in their rich clothes, leaving me to stick out like a sore thumb with my ragged clothes. I was told that I would be given an outfit to wear when I arrived.

As I was led inside of the hotel, the lobby was even more extravagant. Large sofas and comfortable chairs with plush cushions were scattered around, large chandeliers hanging low from the ceiling. The marble floor felt a little slippery under my feet, making me cautious to watch my step as I was dragged into the elevator. The guard took me to what seemed to be the top floor and through the corridor before knocking on a wooden door, that read 407.

We stood for a minute before Harry opened the door abruptly, wearing only a towel. His hair was dripping making it clear he had just got out of the shower. His eyes met mine and he gave me a weak smile before frowning as he noticed the handcuffs around my wrists.

"Here you go Styles," the guard spoke and pushed me forward. Harry and I were both caught off guard as I fell into his wet chest.

"Watch it mate," Harry seethed.

"Sorry. We've handcuffed her so she doesn't step out of line but here's the key incase you need it," he said placing the small metal object into Harry's hand.

"Cheers. You can leave now," Harry spoke demandingly. The guard nodded and turned away, walking down the corridor out of sight.

Almost immediately after the door slammed shut, Harry took the key and unlocked the handcuffs. As the metal pressure released from my wrists, Harry tossed them aside and they landed on the bed. The bed was so large, I just wanted to lie on it and curl into a ball, the mattress looking so different to the one I had at home. Similar to the lobby, there was a sofa with cushions and in the corner there was a large television.

"Sorry," Harry huffed, interrupting my observations. "Do they hurt?" he asked, taking my wrists and examining them.

"No, I'm fine." Harry nodded and let my wrists go before sitting on the bed. He was still in his towel which was slightly distracting. I sat next to him at a distance.

"Are you okay?" I asked, even though I pretty much already knew the answer.

"No," he spoke bluntly. "I wish my Mum was here." I was curious about his Mum, particularly after yesterday and how he'd conversed with Des about her.

"Where is she?" I asked bravely.

He looked at me intently. "She won't come because she doesn't think I should be marrying Morgan. She hates my Dad enough, but, she hates him even more now that he's making me marry Morgan. I don't want to marry her but I'd still like my Mum here." My heart swelled at his words and how saddened he sounded.

"What happened between your Mum and Dad? Why does she hate him?" I asked curiously and he looked at me sternly. "Don't worry, I didn't meant to pry."

He weakly smiled at me and shook his head. "No, it's okay."

"My Dad, he... he had an affair," he began. "And then with the divide, he became too power hungry and selfish. You know how he is. And mum doesn't like how he treats me. I don't get to see her much though."