Harry Doesn't Trust Anyone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She shook her head and said, "Sorry, but I don't trust you!" Damian frowned as well. He couldn't possibly release his hostages now because he also didn't trust Willow. "How about this? I'll cure Harry first." Then, without waiting for Willow to agree or disagree, Damian produced his silver needles and crouched down before Harry. "What are you doing? Don't kill me!" Harry got a huge fright and screamed in terror. Damian slapped him hard and yelled fiercely at him, "Shut up!" Harry shuddered and didn't dare to make another sound for the time being. However, the fear in his eyes kept intensifying.

I asked, trying my best not to show them how emotional I was at the moment. “You have to come back Andy, it’s the only solution” he said, I frowned, “I will never come back, not before I give him every penny” I said, my voice cracked, the both remained silent for a moment, “Harris would never hurt you, trust me” he said, “I trust you, but I don’t trust him anymore” I said, then was about to hang up. “He knows you’re in California” he said, I stopped, feeling a crunch in my stomach. “and he’s pretty damn sure that you dyed your hair, red” he added, I felt like someone was suffocating me.

He’s not usually like this. “Hey.” I said as I walk near him. “I-Is there something wrong?” I asked, hesitating, I don’t really know if I want to hear a bad news right now. “Harry is cheating on you.” He said seriously while looking into my eyes, and it scared me because part of me believes him but I also believe in Harry, that he won’t do that to me. “You’re joking. He loves me and he’s not capable of doing that.” It looks like I’m the one convincing myself.

His instincts told him Harold was lost in reverie, and he placed the mugs on the desk before sitting in front him. “You’re brooding again,” Henry teased, sitting his cup down. Harold’s eyes shifted, softening when they met Henry’s. “Not brooding,” he murmured. “Remembering.” Henry leaned forward, curiosity piqued. “What are you remembering again sir?” Harold closed the book on his lap and sighed deep. “Trust. How fragile it is. How easily broken. And how, despite all my attempts to give it up, I still find myself holding onto it—because of you.”

“You need to learn to trust me to hold you, completely.” Eva could only nod, her body humming with unmet need. She was no fool; she knew this was a dangerous dance. But the thought of stopping, of never feeling those hands on her again, was unbearable. ______ “Trust fall,” Harry said, his voice leaving no room for argument. They were in the center of the room, with no barrier to catch her. “Straight back. I won’t let you hit the floor.” Eva’s heart hammered against her ribs. She looked into his eyes, seeing not reassurance but a dark challenge. He wanted her fear. He fed on it.

Suddenly there was the sound of a crash and a guy had broken a vase by mistake. I looked at Hailey to find her covered in sweat, shivering. She got up from her seat with unsteady steps and ran away. I moved behind her and she entered the women's washroom. Goddammit! What just happened? I sighed as I felt restlessness creeping deep inside me. Why did a simple incident impact her so deeply? What made her run away like that? What was the reason behind that fear? I had so many questions but it wasn't the time to ask. I had to wait.

“We all carry our own scars, miss.” “I don’t want your pity, or anyone else’s. I just want you to understand that Diane and Liam are like these bruises—stains on my life that will soon fade away.” With a swift motion, Harry raised his hand, grabbing my neck tightly and shoving me back. My hips slammed against the wooden desk, my hands clutching his wrist, nails digging and scratching his skin as I struggled to break free. “Listen to me, girl. I don’t trust that woman or that little shit, Lilian, but I trust you even less.”

Harry suddenly smiled creepily. Henry was so angry that he tugged at Harry's collar as waves of anger washed over him. "You can take anything you want! No one is going to fight you for it! Let him go! Do you hear me?" Henry yelled. But Harry was still smiling, and there wasn't an ounce of warmth in his smile. "Henry, do you not trust me? Dad will be fine with my people looking after him," he said. "Trust? There's no trust between us anymore." Henry's eyes turned cold.

“Because the people I trust are very few, and he’s one of them.” “And what about me?” I asked softly. “Do you trust me?” He hesitated. Then: “With things I don’t even trust myself with.” That night, I sat on the penthouse balcony wrapped in one of Harry’s black sweaters. The city looked so peaceful from above, but I knew better now. The calm was a lie. Harry joined me, two glasses of bourbon in hand. He handed me one, and for a while, we drank in silence. Then he said, “I lost someone once. Years ago. She didn’t tell me when she was being followed. When she was threatened. She thought she was protecting me. But in the end…”

"You should trust my love for you and not what you see, right?" The cold wall pressed against her back, making her shiver, "Harry, do you realize you reek right now?" She pressed a finger to his chest, pushing him a few steps back, "That woman’s perfume nauseates me. I have been eagerly awaiting our reunion since my release, and you're with another woman. Teach me how to stay calm, Harry." The heavy scent of rose further fueled the fire in her heart, but she had it well under control. Harry caught her finger, "You being so calm makes me even more anxious. But trust me, I met her only to discuss the plan to expose the mastermind. I just do all things to help you."