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

Snapping

Harry's POV

I seriously can't believe he answered my snap. Fuck.

Not only did he answer it but he answered it doing the same exact thing that I was doing: pooping.

I stared at the photo in awe, unsure where to go next. My plan with Louis was to self sabotage and show him my weird, damaged side so he would back off. I was starting to warm up to him and I knew if I developed feelings it would only hurt in the end when we both realized the distance was too far.

My plan had been to scare him off. But instead, I had done the bloody opposite. Wonderful.

Staring at my phone, I sighed and bit my lip. I had no choice but to answer. It was my turn anyways.

I'm done pooping at this point, so I exit the bathroom and send Louis a selfie from a high angle, making sure to feature my green eyes prominently.

"Wow, were synched up" I reply, adding a laughing emoji.

Louis opens my message almost immediately.

"Poop synched!" He sends back, showing a selfie of him, this time not in the bathroom, but in the locker room. It's a mirror selfie, and he's wearing shorts and a tank top, his muscles bulging against the fabric. He's flexing his bicep a little and I feel my crotch start to tingle. He's so fit.

Poop synched. That's hilarious. It seems like Louis is just as weird as I am — if not weirder. Who knew?

Well, if poop isn't enough to scare him away, I guess I have to try a bit harder then. I suppose he won't be able to handle what I send him next.

Grabbing my keys, I begin to head down the hall and out the front door. I have another class at this point. It's a night class, for intro to art. As I walk outside, I begin to video myself over snap chat.It's something I do often with my friend Zack from back home. Just send silly videos of myself walking across campus and ranting about life.

But Zack is a close friend and Louis is a stranger. There's no way he'll want to be with me after this.

"So I'm out here, walking to class. It's a fucking gloomy evening," I say into the camera, staring into it shyly as I walk. I take an apple out of my bag and start to crunch on it.

"Fucking good apple," I say, not really sure what I'm going to do next. But just being myself is weird enough isn't?

I try for a few seconds to come up with something funny, but I completely draw a blank and end up just staring wordlessly into the camera. Fuck. Sighing, i delete the video. I'll have to try again.

"So I'm on my way to class. I just ate this apple," I say, showing the core to the camera.

"Not really sure what to do with it, as there's no trash nearby."

I begin to look around, but there's nothing, so I toss the apple into the bushes, catching it on camera as I do so.

"Well woops! the apple is now in the grass.... it's biodegradable though. If only they had a fucking bin...." i ramble.

I literally throw my fruit on the ground all the time. Sometimes I almost hit people with it. It's hilarious.

"Okay. Bye!" I chirp, ending the snap.

Without replaying, I send it to him. There's no way he's gonna be interested in my fruit throwing weirdo side. No way.

Then, I start to hurry to class, opening Spotify and putting in earbuds to avoid the world around me.

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I almost drop my phone when I see that Harry has sent me a video. I'm on the shuttle back to my dorm, but I put the sound up anyways as I'm out of replays and I want to catch what he says.