Deeper Than Skin (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17- A Moment Alone

    Trinity was now laying on the bed in the room just staring at the ceiling. She heard a tap at the door and she wondered why they didn't just come in. Again there was a tap at the door.

      "Come in," She called out cautiously.

     As the door slowly opened, her eyes lit up. It was Harry. She ran to him and grabbed him in a hug.

     "Someone is happy to see me," he teased. His hand stroked the top of her hair, playing with it. His laugh was felt throughout Trinity's body.

     "Well, yeah! I was so worried about you!" she confessed. Slowly she looked him over and tried to make sure he was okay.

     She stopped at the bandage that covered the side of his head. Her finger tips grazed over it. He sucked in a deep breath and she pulled back her fingers stunned.

     "Oh I'm so sorry!" She started to freak out. Had she hurt him? She couldn't stand it if she had.

      He shushed her then, before she could say anymore. "I'm fine! It's okay I swear! It's just a little sore from them sewing it shut!"

     This calmed her. She shook her her head in agreeance and understanding. "I'm so sorry," she said again but this time it was a whisper.

       "I just said I was fine," he teased rolling his eyes.

       "No I meant for.. for..." she couldn't find the right words but from the look in his eyes he understood.

      He shook his head. "It isn't your fault."

      And though this was true, Trinity didn't believe. In her head everything was her fault. She seen it this way and only this way. If Harry had never met her he would not of had to deal with many of the bad things in his life. Like her father and her. He would not be hurt this way if he had not met her.

       "But it is..." she finally whispered. She already knew he would refuse to belive this, even though it was true, so she wasn't suprised when he shook his head in refusement. She wouldn't argue but she wouldn't agree either.

     She found herself pulled to the bed. First he sat and then he pulled her onto his lap. Trinity was confused on how to feel. She felt both good, safe and loved and then also fat, hated and odd on his lap. It was a confusing combo and she didn't know what to do.

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    Harry could tell by the look on Trinity's face what she was feeling and thinking. It was the same as always. He, for the life of himself, couldn't understand why she felt the way she did about herself. To him, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever layed eyes on. Sure she was a little rough around the edges but that just made her more special.

     As he watched the inner conflict on her face, she questioned what to do. Her eyes met Harrys in a moment and she stopped. He was looking at her quite oddly and she felt the spots he was focusing on tingle. It was different. But it didn't make her cringe.

      Just uncomfortable....

     Within a moment, she had pulled away from him and was pacing the room. He knew this was coming so he just accepted it. She looked at the floor knowing he would say something if she didn't change the subject quickly.

       "Sooo.... um how did you get in here," she asked. This was a good topic and she was genuinely interested.

       She heard a quick snicker before he answered. "Well, I snuck in."

       She herself had to hold back a laugh. "But the door was locked?" It was more a question than a statement.

       She waited for an answer, and when she didn't get one, she turned to look at him. "What? It was locked? No it wasn't and why would it be locked?"

        Trinity didn't know how to respond. "I um... I'm not sure." She couldn't tell him what Sarah had said. She couldn't tell him it was because they thought she would hurt herself again. Or that they didn't want her near him. He would leave.

       "Are you sure?" he asked slowly. He knew she had lied.

        "They just think it's... safer." He caught her eye then and she fought back tears. "They think I'm crazy, Harry!" She began to bawl.

        Within a moment, he had scooped her up and she felt safe. Holding her, cradling her like a baby he comforted her. "You aren't crazy, Love. You are perfect to me."

         She didn't believe she was perfect but he had said it so purely. To him could she really be perfect?

Could he be telling the truth?