Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Self Harm

He disagreed firmly "And now after everything he's out there like a free man. He can't just get away with everything he did to you" "Yeah, I know Dustin reminds me of everything that traumatizes me, but he wasn't the man that tried to pull down my panties years ago" Harry stared at me, his eyes sinking into mine. "Who was it?" "Harry" I whispered, my eyes moist. He reached up to palm the side of my face. "Baby, talk to me please, who hurt you?" I bit my trembling lip, feeling my legs shaking already but it's a good thing Harry was holding me.

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration as beads of sweat rolled down my body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" I screamed as my body shook with emotions, and I burst out crying uncontrollably. I ran to the punching bag again, kept punching in anger, removed my gloves, and continued. "That's enough; you'd end up killing yourself!" I heard a familiar voice, and I snapped my head in that direction. "At least I would be relieved of this pain," I said and lit up a cigarette. "Self-harm is not advisable. You're bleeding on your knuckles."

Harry opened his eyes slowly. Taking his shirt off would mean touching the wound and men that would hurt but he wasn't bothered about that. He noticed she held a tequila bottle, obviously to pour on his wound. He could already feel his forehead getting wet. “Harry come on we don't have all day, you're messing up my couch!" Yasmine scolded and he frowned at her. “Oh I'm sorry, whose fault is it again? Cause I remember trying to save your sorry a*s and look where that got me!" He retorted.

And that wasn’t me. “I’m trying. Now i’m trying Doug but you see Harry, i just—he’s suffocating me. He’s always here and there and he barely even looks at me. It’s like he does the things he does out of guilt, because he has to and that’s shit. He talked to the doctor and he made it seem like i was sick, i was going to even try to kill myself again immediately i stepped out” “Not everyone can be sure about that. He’s probably treating you like how treated all his patients. Based off the mistakes he made”

I should have just made her prepare something for herself or starve. I walked back into the living room just in time to see Harry taking off his jackets. "Where did you get that?" I asked, referring to the bandage on his hand. "I accidentally stabbed myself." He replied. I knew he was lying but if he didn't want to tell me the truth he must have a good reason. "I need to leave now. I have something to take care of" he got up and left. A few hours after he left I decided to go to the office to get some work done. Under no condition would I stay here alone with Kendall.

"Then why did you..." "I'm angry with myself." Before Stacy could finish his words, he stopped her. Stacy walked up to him, wrapped his arms around his waist and raised his head. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Do you have a tendency to abuse yourself? Are you angry with yourself?" His eyelashes trembled. He stared at her clear eyes and laughed at himself. "I've never been in such a mess before." For some reason, Stacy's heart skipped a beat. She could feel Harry's disappointment.

Anyway, that's what he wants, just so he won't feel bad anymore. He said he had nightmares about Jeremy. About killing Jeremy. I can't imagine how that might feel. He feels haunted. I should talk to him and try to get him to see a therapist. That's the best option at this point. I won't let him drown in self-loathing and depression. I rise up from the bed and go to my dressing mirror. I see that I'm rough and there are patches of dirt all over me. That's what I get for having sex in the middle of the forest. A shy smile forms on my lips. Harry wants me. Harry needs me. I just need him to see how much.

"Funny how Lucien gets past everyone when you’re the only one injured and no one else saw a damn thing." My chest tightened. “Shit” I almost forgot he was my mate. He would sense some mischief, but I knew how to mask my emotions. After all, we never mated. I schooled my expression into something wounded and soft. "So... you think I staged a shooting? Shot myself just to get Morgan to touch me again? Really, Harry?" "You love yourself too much to go through the hassle. I'm not sure what is going on here, but I know you, and my instincts are always right. You had something to do with your shooting, one way or another, but whatever it is, I will find Violet”, he challenged.

DK, Harry’s other self. “Remember our encounter here?” He said and smiled I didn’t respond. I took a deep breath. “Why are you doing this?” His face shifted to confusion “Doing what?” “Harry,” I said quietly. At that, the light in his eyes dimmed, like someone had switched off a part of him. “This is wrong, and you know it,” I said. “This is Harry’s life. You’re trying to—”

Harry ordered, "Do your working job! It's clear as daylight that Harry didn't only want to hurt me but also humiliate me. Strip me of whatever dignity I had left. My head was hanging weightlessly on my neck, drooping down as more tears dropped to the floor. I just want to be with Riene, feel the warmth of her skin on mine, and beg her to forgive me. I wanted to tell her how sorry I am. Harry continued thrusting in and out of my mouth, stimulating himself as he caressed his balls. I didn't move, not so much as twitched. There's no escaping anyway. He continued thrusting, groaning as he hit climax I wanted to kill him, and then die to reunite with Reine—but my body wouldn’t obey me.