Divided. (Harry Styles)

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Days had passed since I had been told of my house being burnt to the ground and since I became angry with the guard that patronised me and had refused to let me see my family. My throat was scratchy and my stomach nearly empty due to the lack of food and drink that I had consumed in the few weeks I had been here. Adding to my discomfort was also the damp of the air and the small dark space that surrounded me in this underground space resulting in a feeling of coldness and claustrophobia. 

The only way to pass time was to think. Every corner of my brain was racked as I thought of my family, of Harry and of recent events. I had begun to question my sanity, and my sensibility. I questioned why I approached the situation with Harry the way I did and why I had thought it a good idea to risk so much. I wondered why I trusted Mya, why I wasn't able to protect Zac more, why I didn't tell my Mother of my intentions to rebel and why I didn't tell my Mother that I had fallen in love. Even more importantly, I wondered why I never told Harry I loved him when I had the chance because as each moment passed without him I felt the connection between us grow further and further apart. The metaphorical string that bound us together felt as if it were being pulled one moment and then cut in half the next. I would develop hope that I'd see him again, but as I absorbed the lack of daylight and my lack of freedom, any such hope was long gone.

The door opened suddenly and I snapped my head up and the sound of high heels tapped along the floor, leaving me confused. When I finally noticed who it was my face grew furthermore confused and slightly angry also.

It was Veronica and following behind her was a middle-aged woman. She looked extremely similar to Veronica, an older version of Veronica, tacky, snobby and irritating. Then one more person followed in behind and into the small, dark room. As his face became clear, I could've broken down. I didn't feel happy or sad nor did I feel angry. I hadn't seen his face in a long time but you could never forget the face of your own Father.

"Dad?" I asked confused, finally speaking.

"Hello sweetheart," he spoke and tried to approach me and embrace me in his arms. I pulled away from him, rejecting his hug. I was stunned at the way he acted as if nothing had happened. "C'mon, I've missed you so much," he then said.

I stumbled backwards. "No. No. What are you doing here?", my thoughts came out as words.

"We came to see if you're alright," he huffed.

"Alright?!" I exclaimed. "You haven't seen me since the divide! You left us because of some other woman!"

He sighed and looked towards the woman who stood next to Veronica. "Well I want to be a part of your life again."

"What life? I don't have one anymore. I'm stuck in here and I'm pretty sure I won't be leaving before the day I die!"

"Fliss, things are changing out there okay?"

"Don't call me Fliss!" I demanded, and looked over towards Veronica and her mother who were looking both awkward and repulsed by me. "And what are they doing here?"

I had no idea why they would be here with my father. "Because," Veronica pitched in. She paused, a smirk on her face before continuing, "My mother is the woman that your father left you and your family behind for," she sneered.

The smirk on her face had me sickened, out of all people, it had to be her mother. One of the Upper Half whom I had grown so distasteful towards was the daughter of my father's new woman. I hated my father for the fact that he had had an affair and I hated the fact I didnt know what had happened to him. However, what bothered me more was that he was standing here now as if nothing had happened and as if I should be perfectly happy with his choice of woman when I was far from it.

I looked over to my father who looked avoidant of the situation around him, but noticing my gaze he frowned. "Fliss, I'm sorry-"

"If you were sorry enough you wouldn't have had an affair in the first place."

"Oh Felicity, get over it." The sound of Veronica's sarcastic voice rang throughout the room and I looked at her in dismay. I scowled at her, ignoring the pulsating anger that was surging  through my body as a result.

"Do you know how Mum and Zac are?" I asked, looking back to my father again.

"No," he spoke. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

I narrowed my eyes at him in confusion. "Me? Why would I know? I've been locked in this damn place for god knows how long! I can't even see daylight."

"Evidently," Veronica mocked observing the surroundings. I rolled my eyes before speaking to Veronica, diverting the subject again.

"Have you seen Harry? What happened to him?"

She laughed at me. "Oh he's fine. I saw him just last night actually," she responded distastefully.

"W-what?"

"Last night he was all upset with Morgan so he came to me for shall we say some... Relief." She smiled.

I wanted to believe that she was lying but part of me took truth in her words. I had been in here for so long and Harry and I had never been and would never be right for each other. It would be perfectly understandable for him to sleep with Veronica again and the reality of the situation was that he probably wasn't missing me as much as I was him and it was this thought that brought a tear to my eye.

"Don't cry about it Felicity. He never loved you you should've seen that from the start. It was all just a joke to him."

Those words, I didn't care for because even though I was having doubts, I knew Harry never saw it as a joke. Maybe he'd forgotten about me now but it meant something to him at the time and for that I was sure.

I was so angry and so repulsed by Veronica, however, that I demanded she leave.

"Don't tell me what to do," she responded.

"Veronica!" my father snapped.

"Oh you can fuck off aswell!" she exclaimed.

"I said get out," I repeated sternly.

"Fliss," my father tried to act nicely.

"Get out!" I yelled finally snapping. "All three of you, just please leave me the hell alone!"

"Fine by me," Veronica spoke and it was not much longer before her mother who had not spoken a word infront of me left also, with my father trailing behind.

I slumped onto the cold, hard wooden floor and curled up to try and keep myself warm. Tears left my eyes as I despairingly let my emotions show. I could barely comprehend what my emotions were though as there was too much to think about.

I eventually began to fall asleep and as I did so, the image of Harry filled my mind. My dreams became clouded with visions of him and I, happy and far far away from a Divided London.

A/N: Um, yeah. Sorry it seems rushed, need to go back and edit it lateeer, just wanted to update tonight and I'm too tired to make it better right now. If I've called Veronica, Morgan, just ignore it lol I kept doing that :/.

Anyway, two chapters left now before the sequel, it's gone so quick...

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