I Hate Harrys Novels & Stories

I'd rather not keep count. Jasper.... Jasper is a topic I'd rather avoid. I despise him, and the feeling only intensifies with time. From the moment I saw his photo, a spark of hatred aroused within me. When I finally met him in person, his squirmy demeanor and brooding expression in his uniform and backpack only powered my animosity. I recall the countless times I bullied him: dumping smoothies on his head, sending him on errands, grabbing his shoulder-length hair, locking him in classrooms and bathrooms, and forcing him to carry my books. Despite my cruel actions, I never actually physically hit him.

she meant to turn into a bat this time. I clenched my fists and kept walking, ignoring the whispers, but each one felt like a knife. I knew they didn’t like me. I knew they were scared of me. And I hated that it still hurt. But that doesn't really matter to right now because even before now they never liked me. I sat down quietly at the back, trying to disappear. “Freak,” Mila whispered just loud enough for me to hear. I took a deep breath. Ignore it, Daisy. Just survive the day.

He wanted me to hit his mum more often? "I mean stand up for yourself, not hit mum," he laughed hysterically as soon as he sensed my confusion. It wasn't funny. None of this was. "Why doesn't she like me?" I muttered. "I've not done anything to her, she barely even knows me." Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders and gave me a tight squeeze. "She hates everyone, you're not special." I don't know if that was supposed to make me feel better or worse. "But she doesn't hate Samatha," I pointed out.

“Christ, what’s gotten into you? I thought since your stepfather was out of the picture, you and I could get together.” “My step—how do you know about that?” I ask. But the answer is obvious. My mom. She doesn’t care about me, but she wants to manage my life. I honestly do not understand her. “Harry, do you think my mom’s hot?” Harry looks slightly shocked at my question but recovers quickly. “Sure.” He shrugs. “She’s a milf.” “You know she has a thing for younger guys, right?” I’m feeling maleficent. The burning hatred inside me for her is expanding, ignited by Harry’s presence.

Even dad would not be skeptical about it. "See? I knew that they won't have any problem. As expected from the Golden boy." I sighed in relief as the room problem was fixed. I needed space to get myself ready to finally face Sarah and Harry. I never hated Harry. When he broke up with me, I understood what he was saying and I was okay with it. But the sudden hatred I was feeling for that man was ridiculous.

*** In class, Amanda sat next to Harry, doing a good job in distracting me by being annoying every single second. As I worked on the equation the teacher had given out, I heard a silly laugh from her that caused an angry groan from me. "I don't like her too" Harley said from beside me, taking a glimpse at Amanda's face. I shook my head slowly. "I hate her" But I hate Harry more. Harley smiled at me and focused on her book. I tapped my pen on the desk, remembering how the action irritates Harry. I slowly turned my head to him only to lock eyes with him. My heart almost somersaulted.

He pleaded. Harry's apologizing to me all of a sudden. Truly Harry has been my best friend right from high school but he allowed hatred and jealousy to take that away from him. Now he wants us to be good friends again. For some reason I don't want to accept but then I feel bad too. Harry is just a human being who fell in love with me. He expected to be loved back but didn't get my love. I know that really got him upset. "Harry... I'm not really mad at you. I'm just trying to avoid trouble."

Harry placed his hand on his brother's shoulder as a threat. " Nice to meet you, Lovey," he said with a smile, putting his hand back in his pocket again. I smiled back at him. I was trudging my eyes around to find the washroom, in case I puke. " You didn't wear the dress. I choose for you. " He said, staring at me. " I hate that dress. " I snapped. " Do you hate me too?" Harry asked. I stared at him in shock. I didn't want this.' I don't.' But I didn't say it.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Hey yourself,” Lucas replied, his voice warm and grounding against the cold emptiness of the room. “Rough day?” I swallowed, the weight of the day crashing over me again. “Yeah. You could say that. Harry was…well, Harry. I don't think it's humanly possible to hate someone this much.” Lucas let out a soft laugh, tinged with sympathy. “Did he pull the ‘responsible one’ card again?”