One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

,teeth sinking into my lip hard enough to sting. But my fingers froze over the send button. Pathetic. I was pathetic. I hurled my phone onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut . But it didn’t matter, the image burned behind my eyelids, his rhythm imprinted in my pulse. Ugh. Fuck. FUCK. I grabbed my phone, stormed into the bathroom and locked the door . I needed to fuck myself with my fingers before the frustration made me scream. I was so disappointed in my self and the way my body had betrayed me so fast but I shoved the thought aside.

“And then you cared too much, and I just felt worse. I didn't deserve you to be so kind to me even after how useless I was. It was selfish of me to want to push you away to want to hurt you so that I wouldn't be the only miserable one. I hit my head with my palm “i am so stupid!” I moved to hit my head again, but Ronan held my hand in his. The sparks were back in full force after so long being apart. He looked angry, the veins on his neck popping. “Just stop fucking hurting yourself… please” He said “I can't stand to see you do that. I fucking hate it so much’ Loud sobs escaped my lips. My shoulders violently shaking. This time Ronan pulled me into a hug.

I could only stand there staring at that space, Stefan had disappeared into, I couldn't even see the floor of the place, it was so high that no one will survive that fall, even if someone will, not someone with those bruises. It felt like a dream, one of those nightmares of mine, I needed to wake up, I should wake up from it, it was getting too long and unbearable for me. I needed to force myself to wake up. I grabbed my clenched fist and hit myself continuously, I want to wake up and in no other person's hand but Stefan's hand. Yet it's not happening

**Trigger Warning** This chapter hints at self-harm. BROOKS I heard my phone ring and when I looked down I saw it was the house. So I ignored it. After the second time, a voicemail popped up and I figured it was mom or Jonah begging me to come home. I just ignored it. I got up off the ground and went and grabbed another bottle of Liquor I bought when I got up. I actually bought 5 bottles. I opened it and tilted my head back. It burned going down but at this point, I didn't care. I wanted to get so f*cked up, I forgot everything. I was halfway through the bottle when my phone rang again but it only rang once and stopped. I looked at the number and it said restricted. I went back to drinking.

The only thing I could think that moment. Is to hurt myself, I did it because I believe it will change my mind concentration and my sexual urge will go down but it’s only get worse. Those moment I wanted to be fucked like there’s no tomorrow until I saw blood rolling down from my arms down to the floor and water cascading my whole body. It’s feels as if my whole world is falling out right in front of my own eyes, I couldn’t do anything about it and there’s no one to even rest on.

“I was completely distraught when I saw what you were doing to yourself. I felt helpless, useless, selfish that I couldn’t help you the way you deserved. It didn’t make me see you in a lesser manner. It didn’t disgust me or repulse me in any way, you need to know that. I understood why you were doing this but I refuse to accept it any more and it’s not because it made me ashamed of you at all, it’s because it will hurt me more than it will hurt you if you ever do it again. Promise me Rhea. Promise no more cutting yourself to compensate for your emotional torture. Come to me, seek my comfort, it’s the best thing to help end this. There is no shame in allowing someone to help you. Especially y

My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside. Tears blurred my vision as they spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t—” My voice trembled. “I didn’t mean—” But the words fell apart before I could finish them. My teeth sank into the edge of my fingernail. Hard. The sharp sting exploded across my tongue as metal and blood filled my mouth. I barely noticed. My body was screaming. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. Hurt yourself. The thought whispered through my mind. Hurt yourself.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ days are passing I'm not feeling any discomfort here they're taking care of me like I'm princess moreover I'm hating myself because I'm letting another guy to touch me but why I'm not able to push him I'm becoming insane with him why I'm liking his company with me what exactly my stupid heart is thinking why he entered into my life to ruin my life like this isn't it enough of my suffering I throwed the bedsheet away and throwed every toy I broken the playstation I'm hell angry I'm angry on my self

Pain seared through my arms as I marked myself to shut Ozed out of my head. “Are we back to this?” he asked, “self-harm and pain infliction?” “Why won’t you shut up?!” I grunted as I continued to cut my face and legs. “All this because you walked in on two adults in a compromising position?” “And you didn’t give her a chance to explain herself. Jealousy will be your undoing one day.” “It had better be now,” I responded. I knew she was going to find me, try to make things right.

I knew, that I’d crossed a line. My hands tremble as I lift them, tangling my fingers in my hair, I pull at it hard, trying to inflict some kind of physical pain to match the agony in my heart. I let out a yell, to scream out my frustration and self loathing. My fist connects with my own forehead, a loud thud echoing as I kept hitting myself. I grunt, as I began to feel the pain. I grab the empty whiskey bottle and fling it against the far wall of the balcony. The glass scattering to pieces.