Before, House was a happy man. He was not spiteful, rude, hateful, or as much of an asshole. He had friends who enjoyed his company and vice-versa. He had a girlfriend who loved him very much, Stacey. He always told jokes and funny stories if you were down. He would ask if you were okay when you looked sad. If you got into a shouting at home, you were welcome to his couch.
Before, House was what you would call a player. He never went to bed with the women he flirted with; he just wanted to see if he could the offer. Stacey didn't mind, and neither did you. (Not that you had a right to mind it or not mind it.) He would flirt his way out of any problem. He could get his way every time with just a single glance from hi beautiful blue eyes. House was gorgeous and wonderful. He could do anything.
Before, House loved two people, Stacey and you. When Stacey left on business, it was you who would fill her space in the bed. You would be the lone recipient of kisses and full body hugs. You would give yourself to him whenever he asked. He told you he loved you, called his own, trailing sweet kisses all over your body with whispers of "Mine". You would respond fully, moaning and whimpering and breathing heavily, all the while gasping "Yours". He dragged his fingers all over your body. You let your tongue explore his mouth. He kept telling you he loved you, and you believed him.
Before, House began to make you truly believe that you could be lovers for any period of time. He gave you secret looks from across the room and made excuses to be with you wherever you were. He hinted about taking you on secret getaways so he could make love to you all day, telling you he wanted to fuck you in the shower and the bath and on the bed and anywhere he could… and you let him. He made you feel special. You loved the feeling of having him inside you, loved the way he said your name, loved him. You would do anything for him.
After, House hated everyone but you. He even hated Stacey. He pushed her away as hard as he could, all the while pulling you in with the same force. He kept you. He kept you close. You. His lover, his friend…
...his Jimmy.
Didn't expect that one, didja? If you did, good for you! You are perceptive! - If you didn't, it's okay. You recieved the story exactly as I intended... as a surprise.