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

I Never Want To See You Again

Harry's POV

I woke up with no memories of last night's after party. I remembered the concert of course, and it was amazing! I couldn't believe I'd performed at Maddison Square Garden!

"Last night was amzing Boo!" I sat up and looked to my side, but he wasn't there. "Boo?" I jumped out of bed and my head was pounding. "Ahhhggg." I groaned. I walked down the stairs to check if Louis was down there.

"Oww Boo my head is pounding." I said but he wasn't there. "Lou? Are you here?" I walked into the kitchen, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the living room or kitchen.

"Louis? C'mon this better not be some prank." I said and I walked into the media room. He wasn't there and I felt a little panicked. "Louis, this isn't funny anymore!" I shouted so he could hear me wherever he was. I checked my phone and I had no messages or calls. It was already noon!

Maybe he went to the store? I tried convincing myself. I dialed his number and held the phone to my ear. No answer. I left a message.

"Boo where are you? I swear if this is some prank I'm going to kill you. Come home please." I hung up and sat on the couch taping my foot. It was then that I realized I was only in boxers. I only had faint memories now of last night's party. I think I got very very drunk.

I remembered dancing with Louis on the dancefloor and he made me drink water, but that's it. I felt so anxious for some reason. I just wanted him to get home. I wanted to see him, maybe he could fill me in on some of the details. I got no reply from him though.

Louis's POV

"MMMmm this is so much better than being with Louis." said the boy I loved voice.

"Oh, baby just fuck me." whispered the slut seductively.

"Anytime baby. Sex with you is so much better than with that dumbass Louis" I felt tears streaming down my face. She was sitting on his lap playing with his sexy curls that I just wanted to touch but couldn't.

"Eww, what type of nickname is Haz anyways?" he snickered.

It's a great nickname! I wanted to scream but I had no voice. I had nothing.

"One that was made up by a gay fag." he said and he started nibbling on her ear as she stared deep into my non existant soul.

"You hear that Louis? I don't love you. Nobody does. I never did love you. You're just a gay little faggot." They laughed and I tried screaming but I couldn't.

I jumped out of bed screaming and crying at the same time. It was a horrible combination. My face was red and hot with tears. I searched around for Harry's body to comfort me, but it wasn't there. I was alone in the foreign bed. I suddenly remembered everything that happened last night and I sobbed my eyes out.

"Lou?" asked the familiar voice and I looked up at Liam.

"Hi Li." I said wishing it was Harry's voice I was hearing.

"Are you okay?" he sat down next to me and rubbed my back calming me down. 

"N-no." I stuttered in between sobs. He continued rubbing my back and it reminded me of the way Harry would.

"Shhhh it's okay Louis." he tried calming me with his soothing voice. "Do you just want to let it out Louis?" I didn't want to tell him yet. I shook my head and he respected that.

"Do you want some tea?" I nodded and he got up to grab the tea. I curled up into a ball holding myself. I wasn't even a self anymore. I was broken. Broken. I had fully witnessed something nobody should ever have to see.