Deeper Than Skin (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4- On the Floor

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As the show went off, Trinity found herself rising from her knees, walking back to her room in an almost intoxicated state. She had never been drunk but she was almost positive this is what it must feel like. Her body was completely numb. This must be why people drink that awful stuff she thought.

     She had to admit this feeling wasn't so bad. The urge to barph was in the back of her mind and stomach, but she couldn't quite feel her heart. If she focused, she was sure she could come out of this state but why would she. That couldn't cause anything good.

    So instead of being rational and expressing her feelings, Trinity walked into her quiet room and sat in her beanbag. It was a jumbo one, so she could slouch down in comfortably with her knees in her chest. This was her favorite place to just relax. It held so many memories...

    Stop she told herself. Those are the memories you are trying to avoid.

But she couldn't.

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     It is a hot July night and Harry is sitting on the floor right in front of her. His goofy laugh is filling her room with joy but is cut off short as the front door slams. They both hear a man's deep, bass voice and their eyes are locked on the others. Harry's are a mixture of confusion and fright. And her eyes are just fright. The fright for what is happening downstairs and for how she will explain it to Harry.

     Now there are two voices. The woman is begging and the man is coming up the stairs. Trinity is frozen; her eyes locked on Harrys. He breaks the stare and runs to the door. She hears the lock click. He turns off the light and motions for Trinity to come to him.

     She feels his hand engulf hers and some tention disappears.

     There is a banging on the door. And harsh words slur from the man's mouth.  "I know you are in there! Open this fucking door!" he yells and Trinity trembles, trying to slip her hand from Harrys.

     He grips it more firmly, pulling her in for a hug. "Shh, it's gonna be okay." he says.

     It is barely a whisper. She shivers again; it is for a very different reason. He holds her tighter not knowing this.

     The man's profanaties are cut off by the woman. "She isn't even home, Craig." The woman tries to rationalize.

     "Well where is she?!" his voice booms. "Is she out fucking that Styles kid?!"

      "Not yet," Harry snickers into her ear and she can feel his smirk. It is an awful time to make a joke but she feels herself smile.

      "Perv," she whispers back.

       Now footsteps are heard going down the steps. When all clear is called Harry pulls away from her; he looks her up and down. "I think we need to talk."

     Trinity shakes her head yes. She knows she has to explain.

     "Let's go," he motions to her window. The perfect ladder, a tree, is right outside.

     This is the beginning of many nights this tree is used for this. Harry coming in. Trinity sneaking out. The tree let them be free. The tree brought them closer.

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   As the memory ends, Trinity bawls. She wishes he were here. All she wants is to hug him tight and tell him how proud she is of him. She loves him as a friend, as more.

    She just wants to be able to see him like she had before. Being away from him this long makes her heart hurt and soon her silent tears become sobs. She finds herself in a ball, crying herself to sleep.