Divided. (Harry Styles)

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Four confining walls, a stone grey ceiling and an uncomfortably hard floor.

I sat against the wall observing my surroundings just as I had done for every other waking moment for the last, what must've been, weeks. My eyes squinted allowing my vision to adjust to the lack of light that came from the small, broken and dusty lightbulb that hung from the ceiling.

Having been dragged away from the podium in the square, I had been brought into an underground cell that turned out to be full of other members of the Lower Half that had presumably done wrong also.

Such events I had found myself reflecting upon repeatedly and as did so, I sighed. The rebellion had failed; infact the rebellion was never going to succeed as Mya hadn't ever intended it to, she dragged us in to a trap, with the knowledge of what was going to happen. Harry and I had been caught, and I couldn't be sure if I was ever going to see him again. I'd probably never see much beyond these walls and the guard that brought me food once a day and took me into a side room to use the toilet.

I had often found myself pondering and wondering over what Harry was doing and whether he had also had to face the consequences of our actions or whether he'd gotten away with it because he was from the Upper Half. I hoped that he was well, I couldn't bear the thought of him hurt or locked up like I was. Nor could I stand the thought of never seeing him again which was becoming more and more inevitable as every moment passed, and as every day became history.

My thoughts were interrupted as the metal door opened and a guard stepped inside. "Dinner for you," he spoke and shoved a plate of cold food onto the floor. He turned around to leave and lock the door behind him just as every other day but I stopped him.

"Wait!" I yelled.

He turned around suddenly as he heard me and scowled. "What?" he spoke harshly.

"Err.." I began to speak but hesitated as I wasn't sure what it was I wanted to say.

"Go on," the guard demanded.

"Can I.. Can I see my mum?" I asked. I knew asking for Harry was going to provide me with too obvious of an answer so I asked for my mother instead. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a second option. I missed her just as much as Harry, and felt I had so much to explain to her.

The guard, having heard my question, looked at me and laughed. It seemed all of the people who were against me enjoyed laughing at me. Des, Mya, Morgan and this guard were to name a few. "Of course not."

"Why?"

"For starters you don't deserve to, don't act innocent Felicity, you're far from it and everyone knows it. Everyone in the Lower Half and everyone in the Upper Half knows what you two did," he spat as if I should be ashamed.

"Good!" I exclaimed suddenly.

"Good?" he laughed.

"Yes. I love Harry and I want everyone to know about it."

He laughed again and I interrupted him. "Please let me see my mum at least. Or tell me how she is? Or Zac, my brother do you know how he is?"

"You're not seeing any of them, god knows where they are anyway. Rumour has it, your little house got burnt to the ground." As he spoke such frightful words, I began to panic, the palms of my hands becoming sweaty, my heart beginning to race.

"What?!" I asked shocked. He paused and looked at me before responding. He did not provide me with reasonable answer, though, as he became like everybody else and tried to push me around instead.

"Eat your dinner," he demanded before leaving the room and slamming the door.

My state of panic left me running across the room in frenzy. I began to pound on the door ferociously, my fists becoming bruised and painful as a result. 

"Tell me what happened!" I screamed through the door. No doubt whoever was on the other side, if there was anybody, could hear me. My anger grew as no response towards me was made. 

"Let me out!" I screamed and continued to harshly bang on the door. 

"I need to go home. I want my family and I want Harry, you can't keep me away from him forever!" They continued to ignore me and I sighed in despair before slipping down the door until I was slumped on to the floor. I buried my head in my knees and cried. Tears left my eyes relentlessly as I feared for my family, the longing to see them becoming too overpowering. The tears also became a result of my need for Harry. I hated not being able to see him and I couldn't stand the fact I didn't know how he was or what he was doing. 

My worry towards the guard's words played on my mind for a significant amount of time, as I suppose anyone would expect after hearing that their family house had been burnt. Taking truth in the words, I assumed the worst. I feared that my mother had been hurt and that my house, and our few belongings were little more than a pile of ash on the ground. I was scared that even if Zac's recovery had happened as well as we had been hoping, it didn't matter now. The hopes of him getting better and returning to his happy self had gone up into smokes, just like the small house we called a home, if the Guard had been truthful which I could only assume he had been considering how unfortunate events had seemed to have been playing out. 

I had no idea what was going on in the world outside of this small, cold room and for that I was scared, yet also hopeful. The small amount of hope in my mind led me to believe that things were changing out there. That I would be let free into a world where Harry and I could be together and where I could be who I wanted to be, the other part of me however, led me to believe that things had gotten worse or barely changed at all, and if this was the case then there was little hope for me at all. The only thing that could keep me going was the unknown, and the fact that it could be promising as well as terrifying. 

A/N: This is a short, boring chapter but I decided not to merge it with the next one which I thought I might. But thank you for reading. Only like 4 chapters are left before the sequel now, oh me gosh!! I'm annoyed with myself cause I had the whole of the end of this planned and was making good progress with planning the sequel but I've literally just realised that I've got like a major flaw in the story line so I've gotta sort that. Fml. lol.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. Don't forget to vote and comment.

Hope the boringness of this chapter doesn't put you off the next one lol.

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