I Hate Harrys Novels & Stories

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

I said between sobs “I-I found them in the restroom, h-he didn't love me. H-he never loved me, Lee. I t-thought I was the problem, but I wasn't.” “Screw him, Paige. Men are trash” She rubbed my back “You are smart, hot, and about to be a Lawyer! Who needs boys, screw his hockey ass. C’mon, let's go get breakfast.” I let out a small laugh, she made it sound so easy. Like I could switch it off. “Yes, He's trash” I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself. And maybe he was, but it still hurt. I quickly wiped my tears and pushed myself off the bed.

“I’m sorry I complimented you again. I know you hate being praised.” Harry shakes his head, “I didn’t get pissed at you because you were complimenting me America.” I pulled my head back up and stared at him, “Then why were you pissed at me?” “I just didn’t like being reminded of a person that I have always hated He’s the reason why I hate music and why I hate playing.” His voice sounded stern as he glued his eyes on his food. “I have never wanted to be in touch with music because of him.” Harry pulled his head up and looked at me, “I don’t really want to talk about him. I’m sorry.”

Sara fidgeted with her short dress, adjusting the hem for what felt like the hundredth time. She shot Madison a dirty look, still annoyed that her friend had convinced her to wear such a revealing outfit. "I hate you, Maddy," Sara said, her voice low but firm. "I told you I'm not comfortable in this dress. It's too short, and I feel like I'm flashing everyone in this club." Madison laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Sara! You're such a grandma girl. At least try to stop talking like your mom for one night. Everyone wears dresses like this to clubs. What did you want to wear, a sweater set and pearls?"

I whispered with a smile. "Vaz, don't hate your brother," Chloe whispered. "I don't hate him, right now. Aside from the disgust with you two, I'm also bored, you're not worth my sweat," I whispered. "Disgusting!" I said before turning my back on them to leave. I can't believe it! I fainted as if a large rock had fallen on me and pinched my heart. What the hell is wrong with Harry? I need a hard drink! Wine, liquor whatever!

"How can you even think about ending your life in a second ? Is it for that you suffered all this. You are only this much ? You are a stupid Idiot, Dae." Dae was now crying silently. His only friend was also telling him that he is an Idiot. "Phet..please don't hate me. I know I am a useless stupid Idiot. Aroon hates me. no..nobody likes me. So why would I live ?", Dae said sobbing. " Dae..seriously.? Are you this stupid..!?How can you think I will hate you and Who told you nobody likes you. It's the funniest joke ever."

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

That's my girl! Harry was broken, but I was not. I was known for being a serious and cold person who doesn't care about girls, of course I'm still young to even care. But what did that little girl ever do to me? I fucking didn't know why she's visiting my mind every time I try to close my eyes or even open it. Am 'I sick?

She's yelling about her best friend who is just in the living room or probably eavesdropping on them. “I sent them to kill that bastard Romero!" Harry yelled back. “How could I kill the woman I loved?" He sighed, turning around. Yasmine rolled her eyes at his question. The woman he loved? Oh please, the word love doesn't exist in Harry's dictionary. Even now that he's left the mafia gang, he's still cold hearted.

I hated being called that and she knew it. Feeling so bogged down, I went back and forth to my fridge to grab drinks, while sobbing. I’m the emotional type though I don’t let it show. I can also be very dramatic. So I make sure that I don’t let my feelings get in the way. But after Ace called me incompetent, those walls holding back my emotions collapsed. That word is one of the reasons why I moved away from London. I allow anyone to call me anything but incompetent, because it brings along bad memories and a lot of negative emotions. I hate that it always did.