Harry Doesn't Trust Anyone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I know how he gets to people. I know he can make you believe... even while he’s holding the knife behind your back.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “I don’t know him that well. We’ve only met a few times.” Harry nodded slowly, as if trying to believe me. But I knew his trust had already been fractured. “Even at your apartment?” I wanted to reply, but before I could, he said, “Don’t trust him too much, Hanna.” He whispered it. His gaze intense. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” I shook my head. I knew how dangerous David was. And yet, somehow, I trusted David more than I trusted Harry.

She recalled leaving her car in the long-term parking lot when she attempted to “disappear.” “I see...do you want to tell me what happened? I can’t help if I don’t know.” Arianna spent the next hour offloading everything that had occurred in the past few months. “Men,” Jynelle sighed. “Honestly, I’m more confused by Harry’s behavior than any of them. I’m shocked you allowed him to stick around.” “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” Arianna chanted. “True...but as twisted as this sounds, you don’t consider Harry an enemy. I don’t know what you see him as, but all of my enemies are dead,” Jynelle replied with a smile.

Harry doesn't and right at that moment, I could tell he was faking it. “Get your hands off me,” I ordered. His fake cries seized and moved away. “I thought you would fall for it since something terrible happened,” he said, wiping the fake tears off his face. “I would never fall for your lies Harry. Now tell me how the fuck did someone break in and took our TV away?” When Bella texted me that Harry was in her house and that someone broke into the house and took the TV, I knew I had to rush in. But then, I know that I will not take action fast until I've heard from Harry himself. I've already lost my trust in him.

That frustrated him even more—because he could tell Anthony was serious. “She trusted the wrong people before, and it nearly destroyed her,” Harry said, his voice lowering. “I won’t let her fall again. Not on my watch. If you hurt her—if you ever give her a reason to regret choosing you—I won’t care who you are or how close you’ve been. I’ll come for you.” Anthony nodded slowly, no offense taken, only respect in his eyes.

Carwyn Levi began to feel afraid, afraid that his image in Harry's heart would be destroyed. In the end, what happened to you? Since Grainne brought Harry into his life, all his rules and principles of life have been messed up and destroyed again and again. But right now, Carwyn Levi wasn't in the mood to think about that. What he needed to do now was comfort the poor boy in front of him. He placed Harry on the sofa, looked into his teary eyes, and asked seriously, "Harry, do you believe me?" Harry nodded vigorously, "Harry trusts Uncle Levi!" In his heart, in this world besides his mother, the person he trusts the most is Uncle Levi. Carwyn Levi continued: "Then Harry can't cry anymore, oka

Arosh cried considerably more when Harry embraced her. "Luckily, you came. I don't have any idea what clarification I ought to give, with the goal that they will trust me." Arosh cried, as she embraced Harry. "Sshili, hang on." also, Harry cleaned away her tears and gazed at Arosh. "Keep in mind, I am simply here, in the event that everybody on the planet doesn't have confidence in you, anticipating that I should keep on trusting in you." Harry said and embraced Arosh once more.

"Okay. You got a point there. You can pick me up in an hour or so." Harry clicked over and returned to his other call. "Roger, you have no idea. She is the hottest piece of ass you will ever, ever see." Harry had been on the phone calling a couple of his buddies. It's the first time he told anyone about Tracy. "Harry, I'm just going to have see this for myself. It's not that I don't believe you...ah hell. I don't believe you!" He laughed. "Alright, alright. Fair enough. Why don't you stop by and see for yourself?"

Farris kept a straight face. “Mr. Pether, I’m really being accused…” Harry was not someone unreasonable. He knew a lot of things but had never confronted anyone to a corner during meetings. Time and chances were what he would give. Farris believed that this time would be the same. Nevertheless, one could hardly predict how the events would unfold. Harry sighed. “Farris, I’ve always trusted you, but maybe I can’t do that anymore.” Farris froze, his face dropping. “Mr. Pether, w-what do you mean?”

And Raven… his confession still lingered, pushing distance between us. Harry was different. He wasn’t asking me to belong to him. He wasn’t even asking for trust. He was just there—steady, immovable,and untouchable. “What exactly are you Harry?” I asked, folding my arms. His eyes were on mine, deep green with something dangerous shining within them. “Not what,” he said. it should be“Who." And soon you'll see” It wasn’t an answer. But it was enough to make me stay.

Jimmy's breath caught in his throat. “Shit... who sent this?” Harry’s body tensed, as if ready to explode at any moment. “I don’t care who sent it! What matters is, Arabella’s having fun with her damn ex! And what am I doing?! Sitting here like a fool, still trusting her! All women are the same!” Jimmy tried to stay calm, though the air in the room was thick with fury. “Mr. Harry, maybe there’s an explanation—”