Divided. (Harry Styles)

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Harry brought me into the room he was to vacate alone for the night after his argument with Morgan. It was similar to the one he was in before the ceremony, almost identical infact.

As we entered, he quietly shut the door behind us before sitting on the bed. He gestured for me to sit next to him and I did so, before he carefully removed the handcuffs around my wrists. His jacket was thrown to the floor his tie loosened, and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

"How are you doing?" I asked as his dread of today was prominent in my mind.

He nodded weakly and looked at me. "I'm okay," he spoke lowly. "You?"

"Same as ever," I muttered. The metal band that now wrapped around his ring finger, a reminder of his marriage, was the focus of my attention as I spoke. "What should we do about Morgan?"

He sighed, "I'll talk to her."

I looked at him and my eyes narrowed. "And say what? Harry, she has a lot to hold against us."

"I know Fliss. I know. I'm just angry at her, I can't believe it. I know she can be a horrible person, but I did not expect that." He began to fiddle with the ring that had been the focus of my attention and then suddenly, pulled me towards him in a rash gesture. "I don't want her to get away with it. I want to protect you," he whispered and pressed his lips to my forehead.

"Harry, I think we should leave it. The rebellion is tomorrow, none of this will matter if it's successful. Morgan won't matter."

"Well she will because I'm still going to be married to her," he answered. I fell silent at his sudden statement as he was quick to snap at my words.

"Fliss. I didn't mean it like that. I just wish I wasn't married to her. Even if the rebellion works, she'll still be my, my.. wife." His words stung because they were true and we both wished that they were not.

"You never know what could happen," I said. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into an embrace.

"You're right, we don't know what will happen and I hope that I am proved wrong," he whispered. "I won't say anything about it okay? And if she mentions anything I'll just ignore her and then after tomorrow, we'll be okay. We can be together."

"Hopefully," I whispered but I was doubtful.

"Come 'ere," he said and pushed his lips against mine. The strong taste of champagne was evident in his mouth as he kissed me, the flavour was one I remembered from the small amount I had consumed at his engagement party.

His large hand ran up my thigh that had been left bare from the dress I wore. His hand felt warm against my cooler skin, his touch both comforting and soothing. The touch of our mouths and the clashing of our tongues ignited sparks within me, my stomach erupting in butterflies and my cheeks flushing. Quickly, the kiss became more heated as I ran my hands through his hair and tugging a little, an action that caused him to hum in content. 

"Fliss," he sighed, pulling his lips away from my own. He let his lips glide across the skin of my cheekbones, down to my jawline and over my neck. "You're amazing," he murmured against my skin. "So," he spoke kissing my skin. "So," another kiss.  "Perfect," he whispered placing a final kiss behind my ear.

"Shut up," I whispered playfully and rolled my eyes.

"Mmm, no," he replied. I smiled at him and we sat peacefully with one another for a moment.

To think that when I first met Harry, he was just one of the cruel Upper Half to me is a weird thought. He was nothing that I had expected him to be and everything I hadn't. I had grown so fond of him, everything about him. He had the face of an angel and a heart of gold. I loved him.