Deeper Than Skin (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15 - Memories and Tears

   A/N Hi! I don't really know how long this is but it is longer than previous ones! And I think you will really enjoy it! Sorry I know I said I would update Sundays but inspiration came today! So here ya go! Leave comments tell me if it is long enough or not! Give feed back on the story and vote!

All Trinity could do was shake her head as her face fell. Sarah gave her a small smile.

    "It isn't what you think, Hon. We all just want what's best for you."

     Trinity just smiled. She just wanted Sarah to leave she needed her time back to herself.

    "All right," she only agreed to get Sarah out of there.

     Sarah took the hint leaving Trinity alone......

Finally

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     A couple rooms down Harry was still laying on a stretcher but now he was awake. He wished he was back unconcious so it didn't have to feel this.

    There was a needle going through the flesh on his head. It was pulling at his eyes. He had been able to hold back with only winces until they pulled the string tight.

    His lips opened then released the loudest yell that he would ever produce. Why was this causing so much pain? He wasn't sure. It had to be just the fact of the place they were sewing.

     He'd never admit it but by the time they were done a few tears had even escaped. He was sure his yells had rung through the entire ward and that people were wondering what was going on.

     Just then, loud bangs came from somewhere close. "LET ME OUT." Or something to that extent was heard. Well, maybe this hospital was just used to loud outbursts.

     The voice that had begged with its yell was a voice he knew. He was sure it was Trinity wanting to come see him. She always was a fiesty little thing. She could brighten his whole day with just her presence.

      His mind wandered back to why they were both there in the first place. She had been cutting?! He knew things were still bad at home, but he never thought she would take it that far.

Why would she hurt her beautiful self over these childish things?

        He remembered when he first met Trinity last year right before the school year had ended. She had been running through the halls and ran straight into the music hall door as he opened it. For this Trinity recieved laughs from all the students who seen, a purple bruise and welp on her forehead and Harry as a friend.

       His first thought of her had been "I have to know anyone that clumsy and cute."

       He had helped her up and walked her to her house making sure her parents knew not to let her sleep for she might have a concussion.  They all just laughed it off.

       He remembered how that night she wouldn't leave his mind so he made sure they became friends that summer. It wasn't going all that well though, or they hadn't gotten very close until the night she spilled her guts to him.

       After they had snuck out the window, and down the tree Harry's hand found hers again. He liked that she blushed because of this. He wished he didn't have to bring up what had happened back there but he did.

       "Sooo....," he started and she cut him off.

        "You don't have to ask. I will just tell you," she said. "You see... My mom and dad ... fight alot," she looked to him for encouragement.

        He looked at her with knowing eyes and nodded his head telling her to continue. He felt her hand grip his tighter.

       "But it isn't just fights. My .. my um dad. He sometimes hurts my mom,"she was holding back tears.

       It was Harry's turn to tighten the grip. "Does he hurt you?" His voice broke.

      Trinity shook her head no quickly. "No never! Not yet, at least."

       Harry tried to find something rational to say, "I can help you. I can help you..." he stopped because he was just repeating himself.

       And because of Trinity's furiously shaking head. "No! We can't no!"

       It was obvious she was scared but she needed to tell. He lost all rational sense when she looked back up at him with tear filled eyes. It was the first time he had ever seen her cry.

It was also the first she'd see him cry....

    His mind wandered back to the present. Had things gotten worse since he'd been gone? Had he came after her? Was this why she cut?

    "No! " His mind furiously shouted.

It was because of him.

     In the back of his mind, a torn up whispered played over and over, "I needed you..."

      He shuttered. Could he really be the cause of all of this?