Harry Styles Self Harm Novels & Stories

He noticed the bruises on Denver’s hand while scanning him over and his eyes widened. “Wait… what happened to you? You gave yourself those bruises again?” Denver shook his head and took his right hand out of sight, his way of telling Harry to not bother about the bruises. But Harry couldn’t stop worrying. The last time Denver gave himself those bruises was when Molly faked her own kidnap and had Denver blame himself for it. Those bruises were his own way of inflicting similar pain on himself whenever someone he really wants to protect gets hurt. Harry wondered who was hurt this time. ‘Could it be that bitchy Molly again?’ He twisted his face at the thought of this.

I was so sick of her… so done and so deranged at that moment… I grabbed the old scissors on my last drawer and I punished her in the way I knew would hurt the most. But looking at myself like that and my gorgeous hair on the floor made me snap out of it. The self-betrayal was so devastating, I almost pass out. I yelled some more at myself. For being so fucking unable to deal with hardship and for thinking for even one second that cutting my beautiful hair would solve anything. My crying got so excessive that at some point I got actually scared because I couldn't stop crying at all. Then I felt cramping and that's when I realized I needed to actually stop because my pity party wasn’t only hur

Trigger warning: self-harm When the elevator doors dinged open on the ground floor, Holly headed straight to the restrooms, relieved to find them empty. She dashed for the last cubicle, slammed the door shut, and pulled a fresh razor blade from the pack in her bag. She sat there awhile, listening to the deafening silence as she contemplated her choices and tried to resist her demons. But after her chaotic morning, the maddening urge proved to be much bigger than her. So, like the addict she was, she gave in, relishing the intense sensation of pure agony and pleasure flowing through her body as she slashed the delicate skin on her tummy over and over, stopping only when the door banged shut,

In her latest interview, when a journalist asked about the inspiration behind her designs, Sophie managed only a stiff smile and replied, “Not every similarity is a coincidence.” Harry, on the other hand, became increasingly withdrawn. He avoided the media, declined interviews, and began losing control of his life. His nights were filled with bottles of whiskey and piles of chaotic company documents. “This is all James’s fault,” he would growl whenever he was drunk. “If only he had helped me, none of this would’ve happened.” Sophie watched him from across the room, exhausted. She was beginning to realize something—the man she once thought would save her was, in truth, someone incapable of fa

She did no of her head and sat on one of the sofas, Aaron took a seat in front of her and thought it was good to ask her a few questions. “Now, explain to me why you cut your arm? You could have left your skin, you know?” A silence suddenly sat in the room.Aaron's eyes folded into two slits. “I started mutilating myself when I was a child. Why? Because I didn't like myself enough, I found myself too thin, too ugly. When my parents learned about it, they found me a therapist.” “You had stopped but you started again as soon as the day before yesterday.Why?” Hilary painfully swallowed her saliva, ready to tell these four truths.

- he says “Is it just with her?” - I ask and Harry shakes his head Harry walks to me and kneels in front of me taking my hands on his. “I would never hurt you. I know I a messed up. And she used it against me and I caved. But that was all. I didn’t touch her sexually” - he tells me “How did you inflict pain on her?” - I ask trying to understand. “I smacked her ass, her bare ass and I made her count” - he tells me

“Hey, what happened? You passed out.” “I…I don’t know.” “Grayson’s calling an ambulance. An accident has happened. Harry ended up shooting himself. It’s a fucking nightmare.” “What?” I ask, alarmed. He immediately regrets his words. I can tell just by looking at him. He then shakes his head and says, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about a thing. The police will be here soon and then all of this will be taken care of, okay? Don’t worry about a thing. Here, lie down.”

I've never benched so many weights in my life before. She's also started wearing these damn dresses, each one shorter than the last and Goddess knows, I can't take it anymore. My office door suddenly bursts open and Harry enters looking disheveled, his tie loose around his neck. "I can't take it anymore!" He walks straight to the liquor cabinet and instead of pouring him a glass as usual, he swigs straight from the bottle. "And what is it that you can't take?" I sigh, getting up and joining him for that drink.

Harry snickered, staring at my bandaged body and face. This bitch. “I had told you not to do anything without informing me.” Seth said dimly, even though he did not look upset with the fact that I was laying on the bed wrapped in bandages on each limb of my body because of his sugar baby. “She insulted me.” Harry growled, standing next to that asshole like a spoiled kid, “you know I don’t like it when someone does that.” “Now you are happy seeing her like this?” “Yes.” Harry grinned, shamelessly. Seth looked at him from the corner of his eyes, growling in a low voice, “Get out.”

Matty continued talking to himself, “Cloud did as he was told. He didn’t have any regard for his partnership with his partner at all, nor did he think of a way to save his partner. He actually killed his own partner with his own hands! “Don’t you think such a person is heartless, cold-blooded, and selfish? He’s so selfish and cold-blooded that he would even sacrifice others just so that he could live!” After Matty was done speaking, he thought that he would get everyone’s support and righteous indignation. Unexpectedly, there was only dead silence inside the carriage. Harry had a cold, languid, and indifferent look in his eyes. The smile in his eyes revealed an unprecedented hint of loneline