Harry Styles Self Harm Novels & Stories

"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.

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

Rafe hissed in pain as the liquid touched his very fresh and watery wounds. “Kaella told me that Lexie passed out last night. Does that have anything to do with these injuries?” "I made a mistake and I've made up for it by whipping myself fifty times." "You shouldn't have done that." Betty threw away the bloodied cotton swab and replaced it with a new one. "Only then can I forget all my regrets." "Didn't your psychiatrist tell you that self-harm isn't the solution. It was just a momentary gratification. You will keep repeating the same mistakes next time.”

“I am sorry Harry. I don’t deserve your love. You are too good for me but now I become impure.” Flashes of those moments spend with Harry flashes to her. The way he brought a smile on her face, his antics, his jokes, his lovely efforts to impress me. His caring nature and gesture to make her feel the most important part of his life. To bring a smile on her face, he convinced mamma and papa to send her to New york and what she did. ''Harry. I am really ashamed of my deeds. I can’t face myself in the mirror. I failed to protect myself. You trusted me so much and gave me permission to attend my friend’s wedding. I hate myself. I just hate myself.” She slapped herself repeatedly.

Jiang Ning looked at the hairpin in his hand and frowned before asking “ why didn’t you let your stylist do it for you? I don’t know how to tie it up” she wasn’t lying though she had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, she was no good with doing hairstyles. But looking at Si Ye Han‘s fluttering hair, her OCD couldn’t help but be triggered she so wanted to neatly tuck it in. Only if she knew how to! “ the stylist is a woman,” said Si Ye Han casually like it explained his weird behaviour.

Harry slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was the dim, suffocating gloom of a warehouse. He pressed his fingers against his aching temples, muttering under his breath. "Where… where am I? How did I end up here?" For days now, Harry had drowned himself in alcohol, living in a haze of despair. The blow Sharon had dealt him was too great to endure. Every time he thought of the humiliation she had forced upon him, rage and regret twisted his gut until all he wanted was blood. He couldn't get past it—couldn't let it go.

She doesn’t mind the bullying. She’s hurt by the betrayal. “Turns out that the school s*ut is trying to be Ariana Grande!” Harry chimes in. He puts an arm around Halsey and despite her protests, holds on to her. “Get off!” She pleads. “Why?” He taunts her. “You’re already servicing Nathan and Lincoln, right? Then why don’t you-” Suddenly, his arm is wrenched off of Halsey’s shoulder and Harry is forcefully forced back. Harry falls flat on the ground to find Nathan glaring at him. Without another word, Nathan pounces on him and starts to punch him.

Shocking Turns Harry's POV "Why was I so careless to let myself attempt such an atrocity? It was just unbelievable, far beyond her imagination and comprehension. Stepping out of the large hall, almost flinching, I sauntered into my car, my heart pounding with heavy palpitations. I just messed up, and it damn well hurt. I thought of countless scandalous thoughts running through their minds. I knew I was the loose one right now; I was probably the bad guy. To think it was Evelyn I tried making advances on was never going to add up. What happened to the self-discipline I had labored to build over the years?