Divided. (Harry Styles)

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Harry sighed as he moved away from me. His anxiousness at the fact he was about to marry, and his anguish at the fact that it was to someone he did not love was evident on his features. The frown etched on to his lips as he looked at me made me want to kiss him until it all goes away. But unfortunately, him and I both knew it would not go away, he had to marry her regardless of everything.

"We better go downstairs then," he instructed. I nodded and he proceeded to open the door before leading me down the corridor.

As he paced into the elevator, we stood quietly as it descended and I was desperate to say something. Anything to comfort him and to end the awkward silence between him, but no words left my lips.

"You'll be sitting at the back with all of the other Lower Half people here," he spoke nonchalantly.

"Okay," I replied.

The elevator doors opened and we both stepped out. I followed him to the room where the ceremony was and he took his place at the front. The room was elegant. A large room, with a plush carpet and wall furnishings. White cloth material draped over the chairs and where Harry and Morgan were to exchange vows, there was a flowered canopy for them to stand under. I observed everybody else in their seats. They were all wearing typical wedding attire, dresses and suits that stunk of richness. Veronica strutted past me and sat in a seat near the front, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she did so. I scowled before walking to the back of the room.

I saw the line of seats that were clearly for Lower Half. There were four of them and I did not recognise the three people that occupied the other seats. My seat was at the end, and as I approached I noticed a piece of paper on top, that said. "Felicity Green." I had assumed that there was one on all of the seats, an indication of where we had to sit. However, when I picked up the piece of paper and turned it over, I noticed there was more to it than just my name. It was another message.

"Today's the day sweetheart. He isn't yours, yet you're still after him. It's almost humouring. Oh how naive you can be... Fliss."

I was nearly sick as my skin paled, my hands shook and my breathing became heavy. I thought the messages had stopped but it was apparent this was not the case.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice from beside me. I turned my head to see a blonde boy who was next to me appearing somewhat concerned.

"Oh, er yeah. I'm fine. Thankyou." I smiled fakely at him, and he seemed to go with it as he nodded and turned his head away from me.

I screwed the paper in my hand and looked forward again, facing the front. Harry seemed to be looking at me already and his eyes narrowed in confusion. I weakly smiled at him and he turned away. I sighed, knowing it was going to be a long day.

The ceremony began with Morgan walking in and down the aisle. For the first time since I'd met her, she looked classy and elegant her dress was flowy and went straight down her body, meeting the floor. As the vows were exchanged, Harry spoke through gritted teeth. I would find it hard to believe that anyone in the room thought he was speaking out of genuine love and happiness for Morgan. I watched him the entire time, revelling in his appearance as I tried to forget the fact that he was marrying Morgan.

When the ceremony came to end, all the guests were lead into the restaurant dining room. Once again us Lower Half members were escorted and made to sit at the back, waiting to clean at the end or throughout the evening if a spillage was made in the meantime.

After everyone (excluding us Lower Half) ate their meals, Harry had to read his speech. I do not know how his speech turned out in the end, but no matter what he was going to say, he was going to have to try and be relatively romantic and nothing could prepare me for that. The only thing that could make it slightly better was the fact that he said he'd write it, imagining it was for me.