Harry Styles Self Harm Novels & Stories

She looks at me with concern. “It won’t happen again, I promise. This is the last time I will let myself be stupid.” I try to laugh for her to calm down but she didn’t. My break up with Harry was too much to take to that I didn’t eat for days and was only drinking water for the sake of staying alive. I hate that I did that but I was badly hurt and Faye was there and my mom too. I hated it when I saw her cry that made me came back to my senses.

Brooklyn blurted. "Everything you feel now will get stronger, it will multiply," Harry said, "but I have no doubt in my mind that you will continue to fight and ignore it." "I'm scared I won't be able to!" "Oh I wish I wasn't saying this, but I think you will," Harry sighed. "Greyson's a dick, he's a wind up, try and ignore him." Brooklyn stepped back from Harry and looked around the room. "What are you doing?" "Trying to find my underwear," Brooklyn said. "I don't want to walk around commando."

Harry answered him, "She's not feeling well, Sir. I'll take care of her. I'm her friend, so don't you worry about her." Harry hugged me whispering into my ears, "It's okay. I'm here with you." He repeated those words as he walked me out of there. Outside the canteen, Harry brought me a smoothie. As I was sipping it, Harry sat beside me without saying anything. Whenever I got a trauma, no one was nearby so no one knows that. But there were students around this time. Did they take pictures or videos of me? Moreover, Mr Grey saw me in that state. What will I say if he asks me about it?

If only he could see how much I respect and care for him. “My perception of you won’t change. I care about you, and I want to know what’s hurting you.” His hands dropped to his thighs as he looked at them. “I self-harm with a taser because that’s the only way I know how to sleep. It started after my wife’s death. I couldn’t sleep. I tried, but it was so hard. And then I was drinking, and you’d think that would make everything stop…but it didn’t. Pills didn’t work, nothing did. And then I had this urge to feel pain. If I felt a little, it would knock me right out. So I started doing it…and although it wasn’t constant, I slept for two days straight, like a baby.

Harry ran his hands through his dreadlocks, cursing as he stepped on the used cigarette, crushing it under his feet. He adjusted his black hoodie and strolled down the cold streets with nowhere in his mind. He needed space to clear his head from the disappointment that had slapped him in the face.

My throat constricted with tears, my vision blurred. “And the scariest thing?” Ian’s voice cracked then. Barely audible. “He has self-harm scars. Old ones. Lots of them that I hadn't noticed the first time at the auction in my panic to get him out. He's got scars on his wrist, thighs, arms, stomach. Some deep. Some not. They’re everywhere. Amber… this wasn’t a one-time thing. He’s tried to end it. Multiple times.”

Though the documents were not extensive, given the limited timeframe, they provided all the answers he sought. Her right ring finger... was indeed missing! Furthermore, her situation in the psychiatric hospital had been far from favorable over the years. Joyce would visit Summer several times a month, and every time after she left, Summer would have to be treated for "self-harm". The documents did not clarify whether the self-harm was genuine or merely a cover-up for new injuries that had suddenly appeared on Summer's body. But Harry was no fool. He could surmise, to some extent, the true cause behind this so-called "self-harm."

Hazel's heart felt at ease when his muscles started relaxing. On the other hand, Cyrus didn't feel like leaving her. She had no idea how much he has craved this kind of warmth his whole life. In the initial days of staying in his darkness, he used to hurt himself to release his tension. He had multiple cut scars all over his body which aren't given by Camile or due to his training but those were painted by him. Hurting and punishing himself for the tiniest reasons had become his habit. His harming was the only way to give a hand to his dying sanity.

Harper observed him closely and noted that he appeared to be speaking to himself. "Perhaps he is unwell, but it is curious that someone in such a state would be dressed so impeccably—well-groomed, with neatly cut hair, a fine T-shirt, designer trousers, and expensive shoes. There must be something troubling him, and I feel compelled to discover what it is," Harper reflected inwardly. While Harper was engaged in his thoughts, Ethan nearly stepped into the road without checking for oncoming traffic, almost getting struck by a car if not for Harper's timely intervention, as he swiftly

Harry's face reddens in sadness, and his body shivers in Director Louis’ embrace, giving Director Louis the urge to protect Harry. Harry lowers his head dejectedly. “Director Louis, can it be that someone is trying to sully my reputation and make me fall? How can they release such misleading videos when I’m in the wrong? What will the crew think of me? What will Oakley think of me? He’ll think I’m behind it all. And everything is my plan.” Harry immediately bursts into tears and covers his face, tears spilling past his eyes like a broken string. Although Harry does his best to stop crying in Director Louis’ presence, the tears are very overwhelming and he’s unable to keep it at bay. Soon, hi