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

Depression

Louis's POV

I just layed there curled up in a ball for what felt like days, but it was really hours. I didn't sleep, too many nightmares when sleeping.

"Louis," I heard a small knock on my open door.

"Whaat?" I groaned softly.

"You gotta eat it's almost five and you haven't eaten all day." he begged.

"No, I don't want to eat." I said and I pulled the blanket over my head.

"C'mon Lou, you need to eat." he pulled the blanket back down so he could see my face.

"I don't need food."

"Yes you do, you still are a living breathing soon to be eating human being." he explained and I sighed.

"What's the point?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's no point," I began,"I lost the one I love. The only one I've ever loved. He's all I want in life, he is my past, present and future. If he's not here and he doesn't love me anymore then there's nothing left in my life."

"Lou, just come eat." he begged and I shook my head,"I love you Louis. I know it's not the way he loved you, but it counts for something right? Your family loves you too." he rubbed my leg soothingly.

"I loved him Liam."

"I know you did."

"And he doesn't love me anymore. Do you know how that feels?" I asked not really looking for an answer. There was an awkward pause.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" I asked forgetting I even asked the question.

"Yes I've lost someone I loved before." I turned to him and I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.

"I'm sorry Liam," I sat up," I didn't mean to."

"It's okay Louis. It's fine really. Just come eat please?" Well now I owed it to him since I made him cry. I held my hand out and he helped me out of bed. Wow, I was weaker than I thought. He helped me walk to the kitchen.

"Here eat this first." he handed me an apple after he helped me into a chair at the table. I bit into it and it actually tasted really good. "Told ya you wanted food." I smiled for the first time since last night, but then my smile faded back to my deppressed look.

After I was done with the apple he gave me a plate with spagetti and meatballs. I dug my fork into it and it tasted delicious.

"Thanks Li," I said inbetween bites. He was eating his own plate of spaghetti at the moment too.

"It's my pleasure Louis." he smiled and I did for a moment too.

Harry's POV

3 days later

"HOW COULD YOU!?" the usually gentle voice screamed.

"I'm sorry!" I said but it only came out as a whisper.

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE NOTHING. YOU ARE STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME HARRY? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?"

"Please, please I love you!" it was like my voice was broken. I could only whisper.

"I LOVED YOU BUT I HATE YOU NOW! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. IT'S OVER AND YOU'LL NEVER GET ME BACK! EVER! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR MAN-WHORE OF A FACE AGAIN!" I wanted to tell him sorry but I couldn't.

"Please, what did I do?" I whispered.

"HOW 'BOUT YOU ASK HER!" Louis suggested and the slut of a women emerged next to me. She just let out an evil laugh.

"Oh, Harry my baby. What's got you down?" she asked and she touched me very innapropriatley. I jumped away.

"What the fuck?"

"YOU BASTARD!" the voice of the man I loved screamed. Not loved, love.

"Louis please," I begged but he ignored me. The slut Sarah put her hands behind my neck and I was so confused. I pushed her away but she wouldn't go. I now had no control. My vision was going blurry.

"STOP! STOP NOW PLEASE!!!" Louis screamed but everything went black.

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I woke up. Sweat and tears were pouring off of my body and my entire body was shaking. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8. I flipped my curls around for a second and got out of my bed recalling the dream I had. Or should I say nightmare.

I walked into the bathroom and recalled some of the things that had happened in this bathroom with Louis and I. I sighed and slammed my fist against the wall.

I striped myself and then jumped into the steaming shower. It felt good against my scared still shaking body. It calmed me down a little too.

What did that women do and why did Louis think it was my fault?

Was it my fault?

I really hoped I could prove it otherwise. If not, I don't think Louis will ever forgive me. Who cares though? He hates you now, not loves you. And you're hopelessly in love with him.

I stepped out of the shower and put on some sweats and a Jack Willis jumper. I checked my phone and I had no calls or texts. I wanted to call Louis right now, but I couldn't stir up the courage in myself. I just sighed and stepped out the door.

I ignored everyone that I walked by. A few people purposely hit me as they walked by. I was now known as a cheater to most of the world. I was probably the worlds biggest man whore now.

I found the address I found online and I stired up enough bravery to ring the doorbell. She opened the door with a cigarette in her mouth and she was wearing the shortest shorts I'd ever seen. Her revealing tanktop cut off at her stomach.

"Oh my gosh Harry you've come back for me! I knew I wasn't just a one night fuck!" she said happily but my jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"Oh, nothing my dear, come in please." she gestured for me to walk in but I shook my head.

"I think this would be better done out here."

A/N

CLIFF HANGER!

Well, sort of. Kind of a filler chapter until the end of course. Soon Harry and you will figure out what truly happened that night.

Will Louis forgive Harry?

Find out soon!

Thanks guys (: