Harry Styles Crying Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Harry was the same; the man was crying because he couldn't have Sarra, but his way earlier must have hurt Sarra's feelings. The incident did not escape the cameras of Paula's men. The picture of Harry wiping away tears right in front of Sarra's apartment door, all the way to his mother's hand. Paula growled in annoyance. Harry couldn't be trusted to go along with her.

- Harry keeps going. After a couple of minutes of silence I hear Harry take a deep breath and the bed sinking next to me “She is doing what? That bitch” - Harry says in a annoyed tone. “What channel?” - he asks and I hear the tv turn on and I look at it and I see Karen on tv. She is crying. I sit on the bed and Harry’s eyes dart to me when I don’t move mine from the image in the tv. “Please, if you are seeing this we have money, just give us Rita back” - Karen says and I feel sick to my stomach. I get up and run to the toiler emptying my stomach in the bathroom toilet.

Cristopher lowered his head as he spoke, trying with his best effort to cease his superior’s anger. This caused Harry to release a hearty laugh, a laugh so vivid that it sent shivers down the spine of the two. Harry then wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye after his laughter ceased, his expression became serious and dark. The expression that caused Crystal to shift and gaze away whilst crossing her arms whilst rubbing her elbows, not wanting to meet eye to eye with him.

"You still love Elvis Presley? Or over the years you also have some handsome singer-crush material. Harry Styles?" I hear her giggle softly and I move my eyes from the damn phone to watch her giggling so genuinely after she had cried for hours. Shit! She's beautiful. Her smile is beautiful! Her eyes when she smiles become ten times more beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful. I just stare at her my heart out as she covers her mouth lightly while laughing. "I'm not crazy though. But yeah", she says. "Okay!" I nod, searching for some playlists. "How did you guess that, by the way?" she asks abruptly. "I wasn't listening to him years back. There's no way you would know"

Sheila's POV: Even though he had hurt my feelings, It is difficult to see him in a broken state. I wanted to punch his pretty face and hit his hard chest but seeing him in this state melted my heart like an ice burg. His eyes were bloodshot red as he was crying for hours. I wiped his tears from his cheek but it still pooling down like a snowfall. "Harry, what happened?" I inquired him. "I'm sorry, Sheila. It's all my fault." He wailed instead.

“Is this really Zara or an imposter? She looks round like a ball.” As she scrolled through the other comments, tears bricked at the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t find a positive comment. All the comments were either mocking her about her fat body, or how unkept she looked. She quickly wiped the tears away from her eyes when she heard Harry call her name. “Are you crying?” He was engrossed on his phone earlier but he heard her sobbing and it was confusing because everything seemed fine few minutes ago. “No, I’m not.” Her voice betrayed her by cracking.

I wonder how far can I go. "No, I'm not talking about Faith. I'm asking your heart. Is it still okay?" he asked looking worried. Harry is still caring, just like before. "I think so," I simply answered. He walked closer and hand me his handkerchief. "It's okay to cry, Stacey. Don't stop yourself from expressing your feelings. It's never a mistake," he said and smiled. I smiled at him back and took his handkerchief. I don't want to embarrass him.

Harry’s pupils constricted as he shouted, “Stop making this kind of joke, Ridley! It isn’t funny at all!” Ridley continued. “I wasn’t making a joke, Mr. Pether. I couldn’t get the herbs today. Those farmers refuse to give me any herbs…” Harry’s body shuddered. There was a buzz in his head as if he felt someone had hit him in the head. “W-What is happening? You should’ve gone to check who did this to you instead of coming here and crying in front of me!” He was exasperated. He had just told his boss that he had signed a contract with Ridley.

His brows furrowed deeply as he bent his head, his fluffy hair falling over his eyes. I placed my hands on his shoulders and could feel how tense he was. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you so moody?” I asked softly, glancing at my daughter Harriet. “Mummy, it’s about Harry and his friends,” she said calmly as she put the paper back into her bright pink backpack. “They call him names whenever he tries to play with them.” I let out a deep sigh and wrapped my arms around their waists, feeling their small bodies lean against me. They sat on either side of my arms. That’s when I noticed tears shining on Harry’s cheeks, each drop glinting in the light like tiny crystals as they rolled down.

she felt it was pointless to explain all her feelings to Harry because no matter how hard she struggled, she knew Harry's arrogant side would not be easy to shake. Without feeling Ana's tears melted. Slowly but surely the water that was originally only a drop, has now grown. She put her head on her knees and covered all her sadness at that time. there is no other way but to cry. During this time she rarely shed tears. Now, easily, the tears that she had endured so long were almost drained. Harry, who just came out of the bathroom, was stunned to see Ana who looked frustrated. He immediately approached Ana and stroked her back. He lifted Ana's head and stared at her silently. Both of his hand