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

Psycho

Harry's POV

What was Louis's issue? He was all upset about managment writing some songs. Who cares what songs I sing? I don't.

I walked down the street to get to the garden. Needed to have some stupid meeting or something. Then, the fangirls came.

"OMG LOOK ITS HARRY STYLES!" One screamed. No, it's Paul McCartney.

"AHHHH! IT IS!" A crowd ran at me and I sighed. Why were these girls everywhere? Didn't they have lives?

"Hi." I greeted and they surrounded me. "Scuse me." I tried getting through but they wouldn't let me.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?" One shrieked in my ear. "HE'S MARRYING LOUIS! LARRY STYLINSON!" Another screamed at her. These bloody girls were gunna make me deaf!

"Please stop screaming!" I begged irritated.

"Geez, who knew Harry was on his period." One said and I heard it through all the shouts and excited talking.

"I heard that!" They didn't seem to care.

"Will you kiss me Harry?" Asked one who was way too close to me.

"No!" This was fucking annoying. I just wanted to get away from these sluts.

"LOVE ME HARRY!"one screamed directly into my right ear. She was practically pressed against me with her low cut top.

'No slut'. I thought to myself but by the look on her face I realized I said it aloud. I began running and made my way through the crowd and she did too.

"WHAT DOES THAT BITCH FAG HAVE THAT I DON'T?!" She asked. She was the only fan following me. All of the others were watching the scene she was making.

"Don't say a fucking word about Louis." I stopped in my tracks and she caught up.

"Why? Is he making you say this? Are you being held against your will?" She asked.

"What the bloody hell is your problem? I love Louis." Why was I even talking to her? She was a psychopath!

"You are mine Harry Styles. That bitch can go suck his own dick." She reached for me but I backed away. I felt so hurt. Why did she have to say bad things about Louis.

"You can say shit about me all you want. But you won't say a fucking word about my Boo Bear." With that I ran away and thank god she didn't follow.

That had to have been the strangest interaction I've had with a fan yet. I didn't stop running until I was at the Garden. I huffed and puffed when I finally got to te office. I even felt a little dizzy.

"What happened to you?" Asked Simon. I couldn't even speak.

"I-breath-Attack-breath-Fangirls-breath." He nodded.

"Those fans are insane what are we going to do?" Asked one of the several guys who worked for me.

"I don't know." Said another.

"Are you hurt?" Asked someone.

"No, surprisingly." I could finally speak. They all sighed in relief. We began the meeting, but I couldn't consent rate on it. I could only think of what she said. And what she seemed capable of doing. I shuddered in fear.

Louis's POV

I walked down the street merrily. Everything was great. My life was how carefree, nothing to fear when your boyfriend is Harry Styles. I held the steaming hot Starbucks coffee in my hand. It felt so nice since it was so cold.

Harry was at a meeting so I decided to explore New York on my own. It was really fun. There were new things to do everywhere.

"Louis Tomlinson?" Asked a raspy voice. I turned to see a girl who looked about my age, 21. She had dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes.

"Hi," I assumed she was one of Harry's fans.

"It's you?"

"Yup," I said. She had this wild look in her eyes that scared me.

"Are you alright?" I asked. Maybe she was sick or something?

"Oh, I'm fine." She said in the creepiest possible voice. She took a few steps toward me.

"Do you mind, umm, personal bubble?" She just got closer.

"Do you think it's okay to steal my boyfriend?"

"Excuse me?" What on Earth could she be talking about.

"You know you stole Harry from me." Oh no, this was one of te crazy fans.

"Sorry, but Harry's been mine for 3 years. I don't think he knows you." I started walking away but I suddenly flew forward. She had tripped me.

"Ouch!" I screamed out. My face hit the concrete and hot coffee spilt all over me. My nose started swelling and I could feel it throbbing. Then she sat on my back and I heard a small faint crack. "Aaaahhg."

"Listen Tomlinson, Harry is mine. Not yours. Never yours. You hear me?" I didn't say anything. "Fine you wanna play it that way? This isn't the last you'll see of me. You man-whore. Harry will be mine. You watch." She got off my back and I made a small noise. She walked away and I just layed there paralyzed with fear.