Harry Styles Self Harm Novels & Stories

C group of companies. His only surviving company will be acquired soon, and yet he's getting lazy about it as he spent most of his time stalking her. Today he's going to resume his job, that's stalking her. Harry had his bath, and after bathing, he wore his suit, and styled his hair as a smile curled up on his face. “I'll have my wife back today. I made a mistake but I won't make any mistake twice, I will have her back then I will be happy again” He mumbled to himself.

"But we can try to move past this. We have to for our own sake." Harry looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Standing on his feet, he pulled out a gun and shot himself. “Harry!” Scarlet shouted shockingly, watching in horror as his own brain spilled out blood. “Harry,” Nicolas called with surprise, he didn't expect him to do that. But he knew why, Harry would rather kill himself than go to jail. Scarlet started to cry bitterly again, she has been witnessing a lot of the death of her beloved one.

“Miss KARA?” My stylist’s nervous voice pulled me away from the screen. “What?” “The reporter wanted to know if you’d prefer the blue heels or” “Do I look like I care about shoes right now?” The poor woman froze. My assistant immediately looked terrified. Someone should be. Because apparently the entire city had lost their minds. I stood abruptly. The stylist accidentally tugged my hair while stepping back. Pain shot through my scalp. “Ow!” “Sorry!” I turned sharply. “Are you incompetent?”

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

I feel so helpless. Self-harm is not the solution to get out of the problem but I seem to like that option lately. I don’t want to react the way I react when he is close to me. I don’t want to please him but I somehow do it willingly after being aroused. I haven’t done anything serious yet; just a few pinches and slaps. I want to share my thoughts with someone. I want to take advice from someone that is not Austin but there is no one to give me company in such a hard time except for the beast himself.

“You’re so beautiful, Rynna.” “You are pretty handsome too, Mr. Skip. I like your hair because guys usually don’t keep their hair long.” She reached out to touch his hair. “I like Harry’s, but he cut his hair short though.” “Who is Harry, sweetheart?” I could feel the curiosity in Skip’s voice. “Harry Styles from 1D.” “Huh! Well, Rynna. Mr. Skip’s hair is quite better than Harry’s, yeah?” Skip used his thick Londoner accent, making Rynna giggled more.

"Harry! Have you forgotten you have an injury? Don't do that again" "How do we find him?" "That is where the problem is, his contact line is also not reachable" "And I warned him not to go out last night," Harry lamented. I arranged herself in the room, stared at myself in the mirror and felt terrible. "This is the second time and I haven't enjoyed this in full. I felt like chasing them all out of my house to have some privacy. It's been a long while since I haven't gotten any man down between my legs''

“I thought you wanted a piece of me?” Harvey York asked. “I was wrong!” Zayn Lewis replied as he reached for a steak knife and stabbed himself in his left palm. Zayn screamed in pain while still maintaining his posture on the ground, hoping that Harvey could forgive him. After seeing this, Harvey stood up slowly and patted Zayn’s head before leaving the room. After Harvey left, Zayn stood up with a terrified look on his face while looking at Harvey’s back as Harvey would be his new nightmare from now on.

He moves with confidence, like everything else he does. "Why are you suddenly being nice to me after acting like a prick?" I ask. "Language Princess, and who says I'm being nice?" "You're dancing with me so I don't look pathetic standing alone." "Maybe I wanted to dance." "You don't seem like the dancing type." "I'm not." Harry looks down at me. "But I don't like watching people hurt themselves either." "I'm not hurting myself." "Yes, you are. You're in love with someone who doesn't love you back, and instead of walking away, you're torturing yourself by staying close. That's self-harm."

He lowered his head into his arms like a child silently enduring the pain, his hoarse voice repeatedly uttering one sentence, "I strangled her." The shock was so overwhelming that Harry stood still for a moment. He hugged his chest painfully, and then roared like a wild beast, "Argggggg..." "Harry?" Vincent tilted his head, asking. Immediately after, Harry swiftly grabbed the cup next to the bed and threw it straight at Vincent. His wildness indicated a relapse of addiction tormenting his body. Three guards quickly rushed in to join Vincent in restraining Harry on the bed. However, he continued to struggle fiercely, tears streaming from his eyes.