Divided. (Harry Styles)

/27/

It was the day of the rebellion. I felt uneasy, and nervous for what was to come yet I was hopeful and somewhat excited for the first time in years. Rebelling would undoubtedly go one of two ways; it could be everything I hoped for, changing London as I now knew it. It could allow the likes of Harry and I to be open and unrestricted, and more importantly could allow us to be together in the way that we wanted. However, it could go the other way. It could go tremendously wrong and not have the desired effect, it could make things worse and the consequences of being caught rebelling were unimaginable. 

The feelings of uncertainty left my chest pounding and anxiety surging through my body as I entered into Harry’s office. The most positive thought in my brain as of yet today was the fact that Zac might pull round soon. If the rebellion went well and he managed to pull through it would be as if my prayers had been answered and my worries would decrease immensely. 

Harry was sat at his desk, as per usual, and he had his head in his hands. He still wore his wedding suit, making me frown. Why hadn’t he changed since yesterday? He quickly looked up at me as the door slammed shut, and his facial expression was one that I could not decipher. 

“Harry,” I spoke greeting him. 

“Lock the door.” His demanding request caught me off guard but I turned around and locked the door anyhow. I walked over to him, and he stood up. “Come here,” he spoke. His voice was weak, expressing the already evident worry that was taking over the both of us. 

As soon as I was close enough, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and nuzzled his face into my neck. “Fliss,” he sighed. “I’m so glad you’re here I’ve been going crazy without you.” I pulled away from him slightly to speak.

“Harry,” I began but he cut me off.

“I’ve been going frantic all night. I haven’t slept,” he admitted.

“So that’s why you’re still in your suit. Why did you leave the hotel?” I asked.

“Because,” he spoke quietly. “It reminded me of Morgan. I was in that room alone and I was going crazy as the day’s events ran through my mind, preventing me from having any sleep. So, So… I came here because I thought it’d remind me of you instead.” 

“Did it?” I asked.

“Yes. But I’ve just been sat here all night thinking about the rebellion.” 

“I’ve spent most of my night thinking about the same thing,” I spoke truthfully. I had barely slept a wink as I worried for today. 

"I'm so scared Fliss. I mean what if it all goes wrong, god knows what will happen. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt, I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again."

He was clearly distressed so instead of responding with words, I kissed him. I needed to calm him from his anxiously frantic state and I myself needed some release to simmer the worried feelings I was experiencing.

The kiss we shared was desperate as we both knew it could potentially be one of the last. His tongue glided into my mouth as I became lost in the passionate encounter and lost in Harry.

He stumbled backwards and sat on the desk, as I stood between his legs. His hands enveloped around my waist pulling me tight once again.

We had kissed several times before, but none of them had provided me with such deep feelings. I felt a craving for Harry as a result of this one and I needed more. I desired to feel more of him, all of him.

"Harry," I groaned into his mouth and I felt a smile shape on his lips against me. He pulled away and his eyes shone and his face was bright.

"I want more," I spoke.