Harry Styles Crying Novels & Stories

I turn away and begin to race down the stairs. "Let her go! " I hear my 'best friend' scream in anger. People keep staring at me as I run out of the house crying like someone whose world just came crashing down. ~oh wait, my world did just come crashing down!! My legs keep carrying me as I take wipes out of my purse to clean off my smudged makeup. The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My palms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me.

There was still a hint of sadness in his voice. Nadia gently wiped the tears from Harry's face and then asked: "Good Harry, stop crying, tell me where are you hurt?" Harry blinked and shook his head. Nadia looked at the boy and smiled, then turned to Carwyn Levi: "Carwyn Levi, if Harry hasn't been hurt then just treat this as a misunderstanding, never mind." Carwyn Levi didn't say anything, but hearing that Harry wasn't hurt made his face relax a lot.

I cried for a while as I cover my face with my hands and tried to let the pain and loneliness out as much as I could. Out of frustration, anger and despair, I gathered myself and walked back inside the house with tears in my eyes. I decided to take a long warm shower to let myself calm down from this entire emotions that I am feeling. I didn’t want to feel more depressed because I have always wanted to make myself stronger after losing Harry. The entire time I was standing under the shower, my mind was completely thinking about the day that I lost him and how I should feel about what Diana just confessed to me. I am lost and lonely.

“If you leave now, I’ll make you regret it.” Sonia bit her lip and was rooted at the spot, but nothing could stop her from crying. The man gently reached out his puffy hand to wipe off her tears. “You’re the birthday girl—you don’t look good when you cry.” He then led her away from the scene. ... Dior helped Harry to get inside the car, and her eyes reddened in worry at the sight of his bleeding waist. Harry leaned against the seat, his handsome face turning pale due to massive blood loss.

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

He wanted to cry, but couldn't even manage that. Giselle noticed the change in his mood and asked, "What's wrong?" Harry let out a dramatic sigh. "Nothing. Just… I guess I can never show my face in public again." Giselle pulled out her phone. After checking what had happened online, she finally understood what Harry had been through. She tried to hold back a laugh so she wouldn't end up being the last straw that broke him completely. Giselle cleared her throat, barely managing to stifle it, but her trembling shoulders gave her away.

Luckily, it wasn’t locked. Inside, she found Harry on the floor, having fallen from his wheelchair. His breathing was ragged, his hands clenched into fists against the floor as if he were trying to suppress unbearable pain. His eyes, usually filled with arrogance and anger, were now clouded with panic and frustration. His face was pale, his jaw locked in helplessness he could no longer conceal. “Harry!” Arabella’s eyes widened. “Y-you… fell?” she blurted out. Harry let out a sharp breath. “No. I’m doing yoga,” he snapped sarcastically.

This time, I was the one who was stunned. "They're not married? Then, why were they together back then?" Harry replied, "How would I know? I was just tagging along with him for fun. I don't really know why Zyla came back either. Maybe she couldn't make it out there, or maybe she regrets everything… I really have no idea!" Watching him kneel on the ground, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, along with the stitches at the corner of his mouth splitting open again and bleeding, I suddenly felt a wave of disgust. I had someone drag him away.

Harlow follows us without understanding what the fuck is going on. “What happened?” Carly asks, and I feel the tears prickling in the back of my eyes. “Shit,” I whisper as a single tear rolls down my cheek. “Oh, she is so happy she is crying,” Harlow says and Carly smacks her in the arm. “Shut the fuck up. Can’t you see that there’s something wrong?” Carly says and Harlow looks at me and she opens her mouth and closes it again, looking like a fish out of water.

She shook her head, tears suddenly falling, questioning him. "Honey, are you kidding me? How did we break the engagement?" Looking at the woman in front of him who was crying non-stop, tears could not be contained, Harry didn't have any ripples in his heart, on the contrary, he felt a little impatient. "Whatever you think is fine." He turned, coldly said, and went upstairs.