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

We Did What?

Louis's POV

I sat there moving my cereal around the bowl with my spoon. I rested my head on my hand and I just sat there deep in thought.

Deep in thoughts that were haunting me.

I shuddered remembering that night. Nobody should ever have to witness that and get abused at the same time.

"Are you okay Louis?" asked Liam rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"No," I managed out before I burst into tears. Liam embraced me into a warm friendly hug. He made small shushing noises.

"It's okay Louis. Shhhh it's alright." he ran his fingers through my knotty hair that hadn't been washed in 3 days now.

"No it's not." I said. Nothing was going to be alright ever again. These thoughts would haunt my mind for the rest of my life and I knew it. 

"Do you want to tell me? You know let it out." he suggested. I snifled in and realized I had to share it with someone, and Liam was the only one that I could. I nodded my head. "It's okay if you don't."

"I want to. I need to." I said and I wiped my eyes."On the night of the party a g-girl grabbed me and knocked me out. Then I woke up tied up infront of a big window that lead to a room called the "Love Making Room". Then H-Harry came in with a s-slut. They started d-doing things." I paused for a moment. Liam looked like was going to say something but I stopped him. I had to let it out.

"Then when I tried l-looking away the psycho who had attacked me days b-before started h-hitting me. She k-kept hitting me f-forcing me to watch Harry h-have s-sex with another p-person. A girl." I explained and I looked at the ground my breath was shaking. I felt Liam's grip tighten on me, but gently.

"I'm so sorry Louis." he seemed to be at a lose of words and he was shocked. "I knew Harry was bad but...that just doesn't sound like him." he observed.

"Well he did it, I witnessed it all against my will. A-and I kept screaming b-but it was s-sound proof." Liam nodded.

"I just don't understand. I thought he was 100% gay."

"Well he had sex with someone who was 100% girl.. or should I say slut. And through the entire thing the psycho was telling me h-how H-Harry never l-loved me."

"Louis, it's all over now though. Don't worry. Harry can't hurt you anymore." I nodded but tears still fell from my eyes.

"I know he can't hurt me anymore. But he also can't love me anymore." I observed and Liam didn't say anything, because it was true. He was never coming back at this point. We've been through so much together, but it's over now.

There's no turning back.

Harry's POV

"Oh come on, sex on the street. You're not as classy as I thought." she blew smoke into my face and I tried pushing it away.

"What happened?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"What happened that night?" I asked angrilly. She could see the hatred in my eyes but she ignored it.

"A women never fucks and tells." she whispered into my ear and my eyes widened. She's mentioned sex three times now. That is not a good sign.

"Well you're telling me." I demanded and she sighed.

"I can show you what happened." she said and then she leaned in,"Like an instant replay." she whispered. I was boiling with rage now.

"Just tell me what happened!" I demanded.

"Well, someone's an angry drunk fucker." I started joining up the dots.

"We had sex?!"

"Well, looks who's smartening up. I only had to say it four times." I was in shock. How could I? How was this possible? "Listen I gotta go." she started walking inside but I grabbed her arm.

"What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"How did you get me to have sex with you?" I asked still refusing to accept the fact that we might've had sex.

"That's not for me to say." I gripped on her arm tighter.

"What did you do to Louis?"I was furious. She let out a small laugh and I wanted to punch her in the face. Preferably the nose.

"That's not for me to tell. It wasn't my idea." I squeezed on her wrist and I could tell I was hurting her.

"You will tell me if you know what's good for you." I said between gritted teeth. She looked at me like she was scared for a moment before she answered.

"Alright alright I'll tell you!" I loosened my grip but only slightly.

"Talk,"

"She somehow got him into the closet/room that had a window to the love making room." she explained and my brow furrowed.

"Love making room?"

"The room everyone has sex in at the parties held there." she explained and I puked a little in my mouth.

"Okay," I began recovering,"So what did she do to him?"

"She uhmm.."

"SHE WHAT?" I demanded now tightening my grip. She was terrified now.

"Okay.. okay please don't get mad at me it wasn't my idea. She tied him up." My fists clenched, I was at my boiling point. "And she made him watch. And don't hit or hurt me but she hit and hurt him." she shut her eyes expecting me to hit her but instead I punched the wall oh her house.

"GAHHH!" I screamed out both in pain and anger. I was no longer at my boiling point, I had exploded in fury. "WHO IS SHE?!" I gripped both of her wrists hard.

"Harry, please you're hurting me! I'll tell you if you loosen your grip." she begged and I loosened my grip.

"Okay, her name is Maddison Hunts. She's 19 and she lives at 85 Mason Drive." she admitted and I saw tears in her eyes.

"Thanks slut." I let go of her now bruised wrists and walked down her steps. I saw her rub her wrists ad watch as I left her house.

I now had a new mission.