How We Met: A Tinder Story (Larry Stylinson)✅

Burning

warning: smut, fluff, & drama ahead. enjoy xoxo

Harry's POV

(Louis' visit at Harry's university)

"I love you so much, fuck," I breathe. Louis just arrived to my apartment literally seconds ago and our clothes are already off. It's not surprising though, is it?

When it comes to Louis, I have no control.

"Love you too," Louis huffs, nibbling my ear. "You're so hot, babe."

His hands make their way to my waist and he undoes the buttons on my jeans. I can't get them off fucking fast enough.

I need this.

The hardest part of being in a long distance relationship - for me - is the physical aspect. I talk to Louis every day. We snap, we Facetime, we text. But I can't touch him. I can't reach through the screen and grab his waist and run my fingers through his chestnut locks. This is what I miss the most.

His touch. His touch and his smell and his presence. His pure presence, just knowing he's next to me. Knowing he's there, and always will be....

Well, not always. Always is too strong of a word. We've talked about it before, Louis and I. About our future.

"Well, you'll just break up with me once you finish grad school next year," I said one evening during the winter break. I bit my lip and began turning away from Louis.

Louis stroked my jaw and turned my face towards his. "Hey, honey. I'm never breaking up with you. Ever."

"But you will," I replied. "They always do..."

"Who does?" Louis asked, frowning. His hair was falling into his eyes a little. It had been getting pretty long, and he wanted to cut it. But I told him he shouldn't - I love his long hair.

"The others," I replied, shrugging. "There was this girl in particular who left me and said she never liked me...."

Louis faced me, his blue eyes penetrating mine with a concerned stare. "Well, that's so horrible, Haz. I'm so sorry that happened. But I'm also glad it didn't work out with her... she was an idiot and made a huge mistake. But now, I have the most beautiful boyfriend in the world.... so it worked out..."

I giggled, snaking my arms around Louis' waist and resting my head on his shoulder. "Thank you Louis."

"For what?" he asked, stroking my back.

"For loving me," I whispered.

I allow my thoughts about our relationship to wander while as Louis and I hook up in my apartment. Feeling his skin against my skin, his hips against my hips, it's just so surreal. We've done this dozens of times before, but I think I feel most connected to him during that initial encounter after a long period of distance.

It's absolutely euphoric, so satisfying - like the first drop of water after a drought.

As I slide onto my stomach, Louis comes up behind me and jerks his hips roughly against my ass. We've gotten so good at this that we hardly need foreplay anymore, though we do enjoy taking things slow and sensually if the mood is right.

Louis lubes up a condom and enters me, nearly sending my body into shock from the pleasure. A low moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, bucking back against Louis' dick.

"Fuck, Haz," he groans, gritting his teeth.

He tugs my hair a little and I stifle a moan. There's no way I'm lasting that long.

"Sorry.... I can't... you're just too hot, it's been too long," Louis breathes. I can feel him cumming, feel the condom filling. Jesus.

"It's okay," I grunt. "Me too."