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

Burning

Louis pulls out right when I begin to cum, and we both collapse onto the bed sheets in a sweaty mess.

"Harry, I'm so sorry," Louis giggles. "Not even a minute."

"Can't help it if I'm beautiful," I reply with a flashy smile. "Kidding, I only lasted a minute too. It's okay, cutie."

We lay their for a while, just snuggling and babbling about nonsense. Sometimes, I don't even need to talk to Louis about real life events - I can just tell me the thoughts that come to mind, my stream of consciousness. My inner being.

"Do you think like... I don't did you ever think what would have happened if we had been different as teenagers?" I ask, looking up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" Louis asks, wrinkling his nose.

"Like... I don't know, if I didn't try so hard at grades, I wouldn't be here at NYU. And if I wasn't sick during track, maybe I would still be running..." I babble.

Louis nods. "Yeah, I think about that sometimes," he admits, stroking my tummy. I tense up a bit at first because I'm not used to him doing that. I don't like when he touches my stomach, it's still my most insecure feature.

"Like... There are experiences I wish I hadn't been through, and things that I regret. Like I also really cared about grades, and I'm not quite sure that really benefited me. I could have been focusing on other things," Louis continues. "And even in undergrad, I went through some really dark times where I got obsessed with studying and working out and didn't talk to people for weeks. I was a stoner for my first two years.... I have regrets."

"Yeah?" I ask, nuzzling against Louis' shoulder. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah," Louis says, nodding. "And ouch, babe, that's the bad shoulder."

"Sorry, love!" I reply, my cheeks flushing red. I jump up and climb over him, leaning onto the other shoulder.

"No worries," Louis says. "But yeah, I think we were meant to go through the things we go through. As hard as they are. They make us stronger and turn us into better people. If none of those happened to you or to me, we would never have met. But somehow the universe brought us together."

"Wow," I say, my eyes widening. "I never thought about it that way. That's true. I'm so glad it worked out like this."

"Me too," Louis says, kissing me. "Or else my penis would be really unsatisfied."

I roll my eyes, though I can't help but giggle. Classic Louis. He can't be serious for more than a few minutes. Then again, neither can I.

"My asshole would be quite disappointed as well," I quip, shaking my hips a little. "My ass is grateful."

Louis laughs with me and I pounce onto his chest like a cat, once again forgetting about the shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry!" I say, getting off as soon as I notice Louis wincing.

"It's okay, gotta be more gentle with me now that I'm injured," Louis says.

Laughing, I kiss his head and pinch his cheek. "Okay, Prince Louis, I will be very gentle with you, your Royal Highness."

Louis POV

"Harold, did anyone ever tell you that you're the most adorable creature on the planet?" I gawk. We are sitting in a fancy Italian restaurant and Harry is wearing a navy button down with khakis. He's smiling a bit and his dimples are showing. Plus, his hair is falling into his eyes a little.

"Aw, stop it!" he says, waving a hand in the air and rolling his eyes dramatically. My little drama queen.

"No, seriously, I'm snapping a pic!" I say as I take out my phone. "It's going on Insta."