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

Confessing

Harry's POV 

It's almost finals season again, which has me simultaneously nervous and excited. Nervous because I hate exams and don't want to study, excited because it means I'll be seeing Louis very soon. And this time not just for a week - for the whole summer! 

I got a summer job working at a non-profit as a Spanish interpreter in Midtown, and Louis is gonna be taking summer classes at NYU so he can finish grad school quicker. We're going to spend three whole months living in the same city, which is the most we've ever had together. 

I am so bloody excited.

Speaking of the love of my life, he just left last week and I already miss him. I've honestly been having a tough time without him because of my burns. Not only do they hurt, but they also look extremely terrifying and the weather is getting warmer, so it's harder to cover them. 

Yesterday, for example, I went to the gym and I was dripping sweat because I was wearing long sleeves and a beanie. The sweat was starting to sting my burns, but I didn't take it off because I was too ashamed of the red, bubbling blisters beneath them. 

My face starting peeling too, like a fucking snake. Skin would just start flaking off in the middle of class and it would take everything in my power not to pick at it. To say it's been rough would be an understatement. 

As bad as it's been, though, this whole experience has really taught me a lot about myself - and how grateful I should be for my health. I never really though much about my skin or appearance until this happened, but now I know how lucky I am to look the way I look, pain free.

Louis always tells me how beautiful I am, even with my injury. 

"You look so gorgeous, honey, still so gorgeous."

"The burns make your eyes look even brighter."

"I love you so much. And I love you for you -  you being hot is a bonus."

I always blush when he tells me that kind of stuff, and I say thank you. But I never really believe it. In high school, I was invisible. A nerdy track runner with messy bed-head and a crooked smile. 

Now, I'm much more put together - and my new hair routine has helped a ton. However, I often forget how far I've come. And when I see people checking me out on the street, sometimes I still feel like my former self. Unnoticeable, unattractive. I don't realize that it's me they're looking at... because why should they?

Louis says I need to work on my self esteem and I know he's right. It's definitely a problem that I can't accept compliments, but I'm working on it. I got a bunch of new clothes over spring break, and I would like to say that I'm rocking them. Dark denim skinny jeans for fashion, athletic shorts for the beach, and a bunch of summer-y button downs for the good weather. 

To be completely, honest I guess a lot of my insecurities stem from my weight - not my style. I was so thin in high school, and I would be lying if I said I was completely comfortable at this weight, which is about 40 lbs up. 

I'm getting there though. Slowly. I'm gradually starting to feel a lot better about it. The gym really helps because it gives me goals, and helps me to put on muscle. I have really skinny legs so I have been working out my legs and glutes a ton and Louis says I'm making progress. "Booty gains" as he likes to call them. 

Currently, I'm in the library trying to write a paper, but of course my mind is focused on Louis. It's never not focused on Louis, and I resist the urge to snap chat him to see what he's up to. He has finals too. We both need to focus. 

But I have no will power. And less than thirty seconds later, I grab my phone. 

Louis: Hey cutie