Not The Same (Bully Sequel) (Larry Stylinson) *COMPLETE*

Broken

Louis's POV

Ouch.

That was the only thought in my mind. I felt like I'd been dragged unconciousley through a giant party.

Then my eyes slammed open and they were wide with fear. I had been dragged unconciousley through a party! Ahh! I looked around in panic and then I heard an evil laughter. I jerked my head to the right and saw her.

"Wakey wakey little bitch." She looked at me with a wicked grin on her face.

"Let me go!" I screamed trying to jerk the tight ropes off my body.

"Nobody can hear you, so scream all you like. I want to hear you screaming." she whispered into my ear. I tried wiggling myself free but it was no use.

"What do you want with me!?" I screamed out.

"Don't you recognize me?" I looked at her face and my eyes went even wider if that's possible. I was frozen with fear.

It was the psycho girl.

The psycho girl who beat me up and broke my nose just days before. I was scared to death and my heart was beating faster than humanly possible.

"Let me go!!! Harry!" I shrieked. She just laughed.

"It's sound proof you little dumbass."

"What do you want with me!?" I kept trying to wiggle myself free.

"I want you to see something." she said with the most evil grin on her face.

"See what?" I asked angrilly.

"Don't worry, they'll be in there in a few minutes." she pointed to the large window that lead to another room infront of me. There was a very large king sized bed and just about everything was pink. There were also hearts everywhere. I looked at her questioningly.

"They call it the love making room." she stated and I just stared blankly at it. What would she want me to see in there? I had a few awful ideas. I inspected the room I was in. It was very long the horizontal way and grey. There were brooms and other cleaning supplies.

Then, I saw what she wanted me to see.

A slut was holding Harry's hand draggin him into the 'Love making room'. I shot the psycho a worried look and she nodded.

"Here it comes." she stated and I could feel the sweat pouring from my face. What was happening? Harry would never do anything with her, right? She began taking her dress off and she layed him on the bed. I thrashed around and shut my eyes. I could feel tears forming.

"Let me go!!! Look at me harry! I'm right here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs trying to make him notice me. The psycho just laughed.

"He won't want to look at you. Too busy looking at her boobs." she laughed and I tears streamed down my face as she began kissing him. Those lips are strictly mine! Not that sluts!

"Why are you doing this to me!?" I screamed and the psycho girl suddenly looked angry.

"I'm showing you Harry doesn't love you. He's a little famous man whore who doesn't want you." tears were flying everywhere. "Open your eyes!" she demanded but I didn't.

"Don't tell me what to do!!" I screamed and she growled.

"Oh, I'll make you fag." she said and I felt a pain in my gut.

"OOOOUCH!" I screamed. My eyes slammed open and I looked down at the psycho who had punched me. I saw Harry was now only in boxers and she was completley naked. I looked down at the ground.

If you don't see it it's not true. If you don't see it it's not true.

My breath was shaky now as Harry's boxers were being taken off. My sobs just got louder and louder.

"HOW COULD YOU!!??" I heard the psycho let out a satisfied laugh but I didn't care. The bastard was having fucking sex with a slut.

"HARRY!"I screamed but the room really was sound proof. His hard dick emerged from his pants and I shut my eyes. I couldn't watch her admire his body part that was only admired by me before this.

"I SAID KEEP YOUR EYES OPENED!" She kicked me right in the balls and I groaned out in pain.

"AAAHHHH!" Between her abusing me and having to watch Harry and the slut the pain was unbearable. She touched the body part that had only been touched by me and Harry before this.

"Please stop!!" I begged her but the psycho just punched me by my eye. Everything was so painful right now. My whole world was upside down. She put the condom on his hard member and I shouted out.

"DON'T DO IT!!! PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wanted to just wake up from this awful nightmare. I wanted to just wake up in my Harry's arms. I wanted him to hold me tight and calm me down saying it was just a bad dream, and that he would never do anything like that.

I was desived though. He was a fucking man whore. Had he done this before? I shuddered at the thought. It was horrific.

She started riding him, and I was dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD! A slut was riding my Harry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed and I felt new warm tears flying down my face. "PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!" The psycho laughed.

"I told you Harry wasn't yours. He was never yours." I shook my head but she punched me in the jaw.

"He doesn't love you. He chose the slut in there over you. He never loved you. How do you know he hasn't done this before?" It was like with each word she was forcing more fire onto my delicate skin.

"Why do you think he's fucking this slut? He doesn't love you. He doesn't love you." she kept hitting me in various parts of my body. Abusing me with her words and her hard fists. I could feel blackness beginging to absorb me as Harry and the slut were reaching their orgasm.

"He's about to cum into her little pussy. You'll never have what Harry wants right now." her words stung me everywhere.

"HARRRY!!! PLEASE HARRY STOP!!!!! I LOVE YOU STOP RIGHT NOW I'M BEGGING YOU! HELP ME HARRY STOP THAT SHOULD BE ME!" I felt like I was running out of tears, but I just kept crying. She was laughing as she hit me more.

Please Harry! Please tell me this was just a nightmare!

I remembered the feel of his warm skin pressed against mine and I remembered the first time we'd had sex together. The feel of his warm hands holding my hand. His warm sweet tasty lips. I remembered the first time we kissed in the movie theater, the first time I met his parents. The first time I met his parents. The time his mom found us making out. The day he told me he was in love with me. The day he asked me to move in with him. The prom he sang "They Don't Know About Us" to me and told the entire school he was dating me. The first time we went to the beach together and he gave me a heart shaped rock. All the times he held me in his wamr arms and told me everything would be fine.

I remembered it all, but he didn't.

He was cumming, and so was the slut. I felt my entire world crack. I had nothing. I broke.

Then, the darkness absorbed me and I was out cold.