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

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The cab drove down the busy bustling streets of one of the largest cities in the entire universe; New York City. I stared in awe at all of my surroundings even though I'd been here before. Everytime I came here I noticed new things every second though. The city was fascinating and there were Christmas trees every 3 meters. You couldn't go one centimeter without seeing a Christmas decoration. They were right when they said it's the most wonderful time of the year, especially in my case.

I was on my way to my boyfriend Harry Style's pent house. We've been dating three beautiful years, and just two years ago he was discovered for his amazing vocal talents. I have never heard anyone sing better than Harry in my entire life. We drove by Madison Square Garden, and I saw none other than an over sized poster of Harry. I smiled; he looked so sexy.

Some would probably ask me if it's awkward that millions of girls around the world are drooling over my gay boyfriend. Well, I would say sort of. A lot of the fans are very supportive though and I love it. Then there are those few psychopaths that send me daily death threats....

"We are here sir," said the cab driver up front and a huge grin covered my face as I looked up at the humongous building in front of us. I sprang out of the car and grabbed my suitcase.

"Thank you," I said and I handed him a small wad of cash. He looked at it surprised at the generous tip I'd given him, but it wasn't very generous because he deserved it. He recognized me, but never said andything about it and I was grateful for that.

Even though Harry is the real famous one, I have run into some extreme "Larry" shippers before. Apparently our couple name is Larry Stylinson. I walked to the large complex and dropped my suitcase by my side at the front desk.

"Excuse me sir?" I asked and he just looked up at me,"Could you send up a call or whatever to Harry Styles room?" he sighed which I found weird and then reluctently reached for the phone.

"Listen crazed fan, you need to stop with these stops in here to see Mr. Styles. He's sick of it, and quite frankly I'm sick of it." he dialed the number, but he put the phone down because it was on speaker.

"I'll assure you sir, I am much more than a crazed fan." I explained and he rolled his eyes.

"That's what they all say," The phone picked up and I heard a large sigh.

"What is it Charlie? This has to be the thousandth fan just today! I'm just trying to fucking sleep." he complained and I got close to the phone which Charlie didn't like.

"Harold Edward Styles you better not let your boyfriend hear you talking with that potty mouth," I said in a strange voice and there was a pause for a second.

"Louis?"

"Get your popstar arse down here right now Mr!" I heard him jump up and Charlie gave me the strangest look. Harry ran down the stairs and when our eyes met we ran for a big hug. I wrapped my cold arms around his warm body. I smelt his cologne coming off of his body and I ran my fingers through his curls I missed so much. I looked over at Charlie who was starring at us in disbelief. We finally let go but his hands were still behind my back and I was doing the same to him.

"I missed you so much Boo Bear!" he exclaimed and I laughed.

"I missed you too Haz Bear!"

"Come on upstairs babe," he said and he lead me to the elevator. Our fingers locked together and his hand warmed mine.

"You are so cold!" he complained when we were alone in the elevator.

"Sorry I haven't been sitting in a hot pent house all day!" we both laughed and embrased again.