Deeper Than Skin (Harry Styles)

Chapter 25 A Moment Of Beauty

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*Harry/Trinity*

     Trinity was sleeping now and the room was calm. Well, except for the loud, fast beating of Harry's heart. He didn't understand how Trinity slept with her head on his chest now, right above it. The beating must have been loud enough for her to hear. Maybe the rhythm put her to sleep.

      He looked at the girl cuddled into his side now and smiled to himself. He thought of all the other nights they had fallen asleep like this and realized how much different this one was. How much more open they were with eachother... With their feelings... With their hearts.

      Trinity was a sleep talker and every now and then she would mumble something that was almost understandable, but he never truly caught them. He remembered that first night she had fallen asleep like this. It was under very different circumstances. They had been outside for he refused to take her back to the hate in the house... This very house. And she had refused to go to his place. She had been afraid they would be caught and everyone would take the situation wrong. She had been looking out for him.

      He stroked her face now and remembered how she had looked under the moonlight. He remembered what she had whispered in her sleep that night.

"I'm scared."

      He hated that she ever had to be scared. That there was ever fear in her big, beautiful eyes. He wouldn't let her hurt anymore. Not if his life depended on it.

       She mummered something in her sleep and pulled herself closer to him now.

         "Please," she begged. And he wondered what she was begging for. Her voice cracked on the word and she seemed so pitiful. "Harry, please."

          His eyes grew large. She was asking him for something deep in her sleep. What could she want? He'd give her anything.

          Her arms tightened around him and so he tightened his hold on her too and she sighed. A sigh of content.  Was that really what she wanted? Just to be close to somebody? To be held?

           But then he remembered... She had said his name....  His heart swelled for her as he gently picked her up and cradled her somehow still sleeping body against his.

          "Harry?" his voice was heard again but this time it was a question. This time he was looking into her open, saddened eyes. "What are you doing?" She asked.

          He had no answer. There was no reasoning behind him holding her like this... Except he wanted to. He wanted to keep her close and warm and safe. He loved her.

          This played over and over in his brain now as he stared into her eyes. It was the most pure, true, real answer he could give her. "I love you." he whispered to her in the darkened room.

          He saw something in her eyes but it flashed by all too soon. "I love you, too," she said to him. But she didn't say it the same way he had. She didn't get what he was telling her.

           He pressed his forehead to hers and cupped her chin in his large hand, "No Trinity. I love you." The words were barely audiable. Just breath against her face.

          She had been telling herself he didn't mean it any differently than he had the millions of other times he said it.... But there was no denying it now. He meant it different. He meant it how she had always wanted him to say it.

           "I love-- you too" she admitted. She didn't know how the words had managed to escape her lips but she meant them. She always had and always would.

Even if he took his back.

          It was now that she realized how close they truly were. His face was there. His eyes boring into hers. His lips just a whisper away. She became nervous. Her mind wandered. She thought back to her dream she had just awoken from....

         Begging Harry to hold her closer... Kiss her harder. She blushed.

         Harry saw the blush appear on her face even in the dark. He knew she would as soon as she realized what she had just admitted and how close they were.

         Also as expected, she tried to squirm out of his arms now but he just held her even tighter. "No you aren't going anywhere, Love." he whisepred against her cheek and then slowly he moved his lips a bit lower.

        He kissed her suprised lips. But it only too a moment for her to respond. And though she didn't understand where all of this was coming from she couldn't deny it. It made her feel alive.

        His hand was cupping her face and his lips... Those beautiful lips were pressed to hers... For a moment she didn't kiss back. She denied it. She was scared she was dreaming but then she felt his hands holder her tighter and she knew she was awake... Nothing could feel this real... This good in a dream...

This was a beautiful moment...

And for a moment, she felt beautiful too.