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

Changing

1 Week Later

Louis's POV

I relaxed in my seat in the front row at Maddison Square Garden. Harry was going to start rehearsal soon, he was just getting ready backstage. I folded my hands in my lap watching them set up on stage. I still couldn't believe my Harry was going to be performing at Maddison Square Garden in only 5 days! It was incredible. He's created one album that made it to the top of the charts and his second one is coming out in 6 months. This concert was going to be a bit of a sneak preview.

Some may ask is it weird to you that your boyfriend is an international pop star. Well I would say yes, it is extremely weird.

"Curl already stupid hair!" I heard a familiar voice shouting. Why on Earth was Harry yelling at his hair?

"It's okay Harry relax." said a calming voice.

"I look like a fucking idiot." he said angrilly. I'd never seen him this angry at hair.

"Don't worry, all the girls will still fangirl over you whether you have curly hair or not."

"Whatever bitch," Why did Harry just say that to him? He didn't scream it but it was still audible from out here. The guy was trying to calm him down. Sheesh.

"Okay, let's start with your new track called You Know." said someone backstage. The music started.

It was an okay song, but nothing like his other songs. It was weird. It was so....cocky. The whole song was pretty much him bragging about himself and how he's so amazing and everyone knows. The song was so... not Harry.

"So what did you think?" he asked and I swallowed hard.

"Well, to give some constructive critisism, it was a bit too cocky." he starred at me blankly for a few seconds.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the whole song is just you bragging about how everyone loves you and everyone knows it. It's just some of your other songs have some more meaning to them." I explained hoping he wouldn't feel hurt.

"Oh, management thought it sounded good."

"Managment?"

"Yeah they wrote it." he explained.

"But you said you wrote all of your songs."

"Not on this album. My manager thought I needed some help writing songs." he didn't sound hurt at all at this, but I felt hurt.

"But the songs you write are amazing. They're magical!"

"Chill I helped write some of the songs."

"Your songs have meaning to them though." I said feeling sad. Were all of the songs on his album going to sound like that?

"The people get what the people want." he shrugged and I felt rage boiling inside of me. Since when did Harry Styles care about what others thought. I calmed myself down though, no need to blow up everywhere infront of everyone.

We walked into the front door of our penthouse. I slumped down onto the couch thinking about the song Harry sang. It was horrible! All of his songs like They Don't Know ABout Us, Little Things, they were amazing! This song made me want to throw up. It made me look at him like he was a different person...

"So what are we gunna do for the holidays?" I asked. Christmas was only 3 weeks away. He shrugged next to me.

"Whatever you want."

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could go back to London." I suggested.

"Sure, sounds like fun to me."

"Perfect. We could see both of our families." he nodded. His mum and step dad were in London right now on holiday and they'd be there through Christmas.

"Alright, I'll go book the flight right now." he smiled and took out his iPhone. He dialed a number and then put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, two tickets to London December 22, first class," he ordered and somebody said something I couldn't hear.

"Thanks bye," he hung up.

"Wow, that was easy."

"Well you can get service like that when you're me." I laughed and then cuddled into his chest.