Deeper Than Skin (Harry Styles)

Chapter 27- Please Pick Up

A/N

I'm back because there are a few out there that actually care if this story continues and I'm gonna do it for all of you ♥

*Grace*

     She dialled the home phone number and waited for Trinity to pick up. One ring, two... and then three. It went on this way for awhile. No answer and then the machine picked up. Usually, this wouldn't have been a sign to panic. People left the house, missed a call, but here there could be so many other options.

      Grace decided not to let her worry overtake so soon though. That wasn't a good way to live. She dialled the number again. One ring and two and then a voice on the other end.

      "Hello?" It was for sure Trinity and at first Grace almost sighed in relief until she heard her daughter's tone. Something had happened. Something was wrong.

       "It's mom. Are you all right? Is Harry still there?" She thought it was too late and that he had already left but everything was worth a try. She needed to know how bad the situation was.

       Trinity's voice quivered as she answered. "Harr-Harry left a couple hours ago." She took a big gulp of air. "Mom, a man came.... Who was he?"

        It was Grace's turn to take in a gulp of air. She didn't want her daughter scared. She couldn't tell her who that man was exactly. "What did he do? What did he want?" Grace was frantic but she tried her best not to sound so.

       "Mom, he wanted you." Was all Trinity said. She was still so shook up from what had happened. The way that man had caressed her thigh. She was still so innocent in many ways.

        "I figured as much... Did he hurt you?" There was no emotion in the first words but so much in the last.

         "He um... kicked me but I'm fine."

          An audiable wince was heard from her mother's end. "Is that all? What did you tell him?"

          "I sent him south," Trinity whispered.

          Now there was a sigh of relief on Grace's side. "You sent him away from me. Thank the Lord.." she trailed off. "But you never answered my question."

          Trinity didn't want to answer her question. She felt so childish that a simple touch like that had made her feel so low and dirty, but it had. His hand there on the highest skin of her thigh, touching and groping. And not even to mention the names he had called her....

          "Trin?" Grace asked scared now to no end.

           "He just... my thigh..." She didn't know how to put it all into words.

           "Trin, just your thigh?"

            She shook her head yes before realizing that wouldn't do over the phone. "Yes, but he... He called me names. Dirty, filthy names" she shivered just thinking of them.

             In her society many girls were called that but she took it to heart so much. A broken girl can only take so much and the one thing she had was her innocence and her pure heart. Even if it was scared to love.....

            "Is that all?" Grace asked trying to get every bit of info possible.

            "He well... said if I was lying. He wouldn't be afraid to ... kill me." This had been what she hadn't been wanting to tell Grace. Even if Grace wasn't much of a mother this would scare her to death.

           The silence on the phone proved this true.

           Finally, her voice broke through. "And you lied. You need to get out of there." 

            Trinity heard the panic in her mother's voice but in all reality she didn't know the true, present danger. "How?" she asked. She was alone. She had no one.... Except...

              Grace thought of this at the same time as her. "Get Harry back or get him to send for you...Just get there... "

              Trinity knew she had to. Knew he had even offered to take her before. It wouldn't be good and she still might have to stay alone since he was in the X - Factor house but it would be better than staying here and the closer she was to him the safer she would feel.

            "All right." She whispered.

             Grace was silent for a minute. "Pack things. Call him as soon as his flight lands."

               "I will..." Trinity started to say something else but the line had gone dead....

*Harry*

      His flight was not long in reality but it had seemed to drag on for years and years. Her face was all that he could see. He missed her already. He was becoming a romantic slob. He wasn't ashamed of it though and in this case, he felt it was almost needed. Things around Trinity were never stable.

He wanted to be that one stable thing.

        He wanted to be there whenever she needed him. Her beck and call, but now he was a few hours away... So far away for his heart. And his flight had landed awhile back, but she hadn't called him. He almost called her... Just from the pure need of hearing her voice, but he didn't want to seem THAT weak. Especially to her.

       Suddenly, the phone in his hoodie pocket vibrated and he reached for it enthusiastically hoping it was her. It was.

       "Trinity!" He answered the phone with such joy, but she would not be able to return it.

       "Harry," she merely mummered and he knew something was wrong.

        "Love, what is it?" He asked. His breathing already picking up. He knew he shouldn't of left her.

         "It's a very long story." He heard her sigh. "But do you think you can get me to you?"

         His breath caught. Something was up and it had to be bad. The danger had to be great. Trinity wasn't the kind of girl to just ask these things. "Of course..." he breathed into the phone. "I'll wire money to the airport. Get a ticket. Come here. I'll put you up in a hotel... Whatever you need..."

       But as he trailed on he realized. Money would always be an issue. He had enough to get her here though....

       He heard her quietly sobbing on the other end. "Thank you...." was all she said.

        So he said all he could say. "I love you, Trinity."

         "I love you," she whispered back and his heart grew even more for her as it broke into a million pieces.