Harry Styles Crying Novels & Stories

I said, “I want to be alone.” “I’ll let you be alone any other day, just not today, okay? Open up, man. I’m not leaving until you do. I got up and went to the door. If I knew anything about Harry, it was the fact that he meant what he said. I opened the door and he hugged me immediately. “I heard what happened. I am so sorry,” he said. I tried my best not to cry. I couldn’t cry in front of him. I needed to keep it together.

Upon seeing Jacob's intense glare, Harold couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears. Stefani immediately panicked, jolting in her seat and turning to Harold. She didn't know what to do, her panic evident. "Harold, shh! What's wrong? Did something happen? Why are you crying?" Harold didn't respond, only crying harder. Realizing she wouldn't be able to console him with words alone, Stefani hugged him tightly, gently patting his back. "Shh! Tell me why you're crying. Don't cry anymore."

The accusatory tone in the question left her tongue-tied. Harry closed his eyes dramatically, hiding the pain that immediately surfaced. The glimmer of hope that he was wrong vanished. Velia answered honestly through her expression. She presented the truth that Harry desperately wanted to reject. “For seven years,” Harry winced in pain. Hurt and heat competed to tighten his chest. “It was all in vain, wasn't it?” Harry's unstable mental state was shaken. His sanity wavered, and he tried to contain the surge of emotions. The newly discovered truths brought forth both emotions and a cloud of tears.

Tapping his pale face repeatedly. "Harry!" She was crying from the her heart. It was much of aching inside right now. " Harry, wake up!" When she knows it well, she just hold his head and weep bitterly. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." Jeff and Diana couldn't take it that they turned their back. Siren whose holding Harry's lifeless body while crying bitterly is a scene that breaks their heart more than anything. They could say that she loved Harry that much. And it breaks their heart even more.

He hugged her back instantly and soon released the hug then they both nodded comprehensively at each other. She placed her hand on Harley's shoulder, sitting beside her and that was when she noticed the crying Harry. She parted her lips in disbelief, then slowly an expression of sympathy took over. She tried not to look his way, but her eyes wouldn't agree with her. The care in her eyes was so evident that even a blind man would see it. She knelt in front of Harry and placed a hand on his back. He raised his head to look at her with his crying red eyes. A look of surprise and confusion crossed his face even in his crying state.

Fortunately, he was fine. With tears in her eyes, she reached out and gently stroked his face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb distressedly. "It's okay, you're all right." "I'll be fine." Henric reached out to wipe Stacy's tears. "Mommy, don't cry. I'm fine." Stacy lowered her head, buried her face in his arms, and gently shrugged her shoulders. There was a muffled whimper. Harry stood at the door and looked at them. He had never seen Stacy cry like this.

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing.” “Astrid.” His voice is quiet but firm. I don’t look at him. I keep wiping at my eyes with my sweatband as if I can erase the tears before they’re even there. And then his arms wrap around me. I stiffen for a second, but then I just break. I lean into Harry, into his chest, his warmth, and I cry. Hard. Silent, wrenching sobs that shake my shoulders. He holds me tighter, like it’s okay, like I don’t have to explain anything.

Harry sobs uncontrollably. "You didn't have to do all that you did. You didn't have to get yourself killed! I'm sorry. I'm sorry; I didn't pay attention when you wanted me to. I'm sorry that I was so engrossed in myself that I forgot about you. I'm sorry I made you think that I didn't love or care for you." The fire runs cold, and Harry stares at the remains, weeping and sobbing.

Harry has joined Austin in recognizing schools in the city. Austin is performing pretty well. Harry filed the complaint about Austin, but no one has reported missing records for Austin yet. Harry is working on his laptop, and Austin approaches him, stepping inside the room. Harry turned back as soon as the sob echoed in his ears. It's Austin who is crying—the blood is bleeding around his lips. It's like he had a fight with someone. "Oh my god, Austin, what happened?" Austin is just crying and sobbing like hell. "Did someone hit you? Did you fight with your friends?" Harry inquired while grabbing Austin's shoulder.

He brushed off my hands and walked out of the sports club like he wasn't ready to hear anything from me. Harry clapped his hands yelling, "Bravo! Bravo! That was a great scene! I expected a hug but the kiss was out of my syllabus." "By the way, How was my act? Did I do it properly or did I lag anywhere?" When I saw him through my tears eyes, he wiped my tears, continuing, "Don't cry. I'll give you some time. Forgot about him and come back to me." And tried to hug me but I pushed him away and ran out of the sports club to find Alex.