Divided. (Harry Styles)

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Pic on side was posted by cara delevigne on instagram and I felt it was relevant.

Harry who was sat on the floor, next to me, held me close and for that I was glad. There was no doubt that we would be torn apart from one another shortly but for the moment I did not care.

As we sat on the floor, waiting for what was to happen next, Des looked at us with a watchful eye, a raised eyebrow and a growing, devious smile. Mya was stood awkwardly by his side and gazed to the ground, unaware of the daggers my eyes were shooting through her.

"So what is it that brought you two together? Love at first sight?" Des laughed.

"That's none of your business," Harry snapped.

Des stepped forward a little and spoke, "Oh but you see it is my business because I run this factory so it's my responsibility to make sure everyone is doing what they're supposed to do, obeying the rules they should, which you have failed to do. And let's not forget you're my son, I can't have you breaking the rules can I?"

"I don't care!" Harry exclaimed and held me to him tighter.

"Well you will when this one has to face up to what she's done," he spoke pointing to me. "You two will never see each other again, I'm sure you'll care then won't you Harry?" He then started to laugh and Harry lost all sense of calmness as he jumped up from the floor and lurched forward towards Des.

He pushed him forcefully, causing Des to look shocked. "Shut your mouth, I hate you god I hate you," Harry said.

Des tried to resist Harry but was instead thrown completely off guard when Harry's fist lurched into his stomach. He crippled over, wincing somewhat in pain. Mya gasped and tried frantically to pull Harry away from Des but couldn't. Her attempt made me laugh a little, no way was she strong enough to get Harry away.

"You're just a pathetic old man," Harry expressed and held his father's collar, forcing him against the wall before he brought his fist into the man's face. I gasped, not expecting Harry's anger to go to this extreme.

"Harry," I shouted standing to my feet. Des tried to fight back against Harry's strength and I nearly fell back to the floor in worry.

"Harry, leave it!" I demanded. He turned to me, with a frown on his face and his grip still tight around his father's collar. "Just stop, you're only going to make things worse." He looked between Des and myself before sighing and releasing him. He walked back over to me and sat back into his previous position. I could hear his ragged, angry breaths from beside me, a reminder of his anguish.

Des picked himself up again, regardless of the bruise that was forming on his face. He looked over at Harry and I and narrowed his eyes, "This isn't over I'll be back," he spoke and then left the room suddenly, locking it behind him. Mya followed him leaving Harry and I alone.

"I told you we couldn't trust her," he said as soon as the door slammed shut. "You should've listened to me!"

"They knew about us anyway so it was going to come to this one way or another," I responded truthfully.

"But it could've happened better, I left you alone with Mya when I didn't trust her. I'm so stupid."

"Harry you're not stupid, I'm okay, and you're here now."

He huffed and then nodded, "I'm going to get us out of this okay. You'll be fine, we'll be fine. I promise."

"How?" I asked. He thought about it for a moment before drawing to a conclusion.

"I'll distract them and you run okay? The Square will be busy because the girls will still be on their way to the Lower Half to get people to march into the Square yeah? I saw them. When you get out just get lost in the crowd but stay safe and I'll find you as soon as I can." The idea sounded pleasant because I so desperately wanted to get away from Des and out of this office but more importantly, I didn't want to leave Harry and it was that, that had me refusing.