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

Connecting

Harry's POV 

After I texted Louis, I ended up having to put my phone down because the my professor was welcoming a guest into the room -- and not just any guest. A naked guest. It was a nude model, who was here for us  to draw and sketch.

Holy fuck.

The entire rest of the class had gotten the memo -- either that or they were just extremely mature. But I certainly wasn't, and I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from bursting out laughing over this dude's dick, which was dangling right in front of me. 

About an hour and a few saucy sketches later, class was over, and I packed up my art supplies and headed out. 

As soon as I stepped outside, I instantly began to open Snap Chat to text Louis all about it. But a text message from Niall caught my attention. 

"Hey mate! There's a kickback this weekend at my house tomorrow, if you wanna join. I thought I'd text you in case I forget to ask in Spanish."

Wow. That was nice of him. I hadn't hung out with anyone in ages. I texted  him a quick 'sure that would be great!' before returning my attention to Snap Chat, where Louis had sent me a variety of messages. 

They were mostly selfies, and I clicked through, giggling like a child at the photos of him with his tongue stuck out and his eyes crossed. One of them was him holding up his homework, and pretending to be passed out with a knife emoji sticking out of his neck. Another one featured tiny blue doodles streaming down his cheeks with the caption 'when Harry doesn't text you back.'

I felt my heart beat a little faster when I read that. The fact that he cares whether he gets a text back from me or not -- it's just jarring. We hardly know each other, yet I can't stop thinking about him. 

I send back a selfie, nearly blinding myself by using the flash. But without it, it was too dark. And I wasn't going to keep Louis waiting any longer. 

"There was a nude model in our art class today!!" I type over the messenger feature. 

Louis answers almost instantly. 

Louis: There you are!

Louis: Did you see his *eggplant emoji*

Me: Yes and his *peach emoji*

Louis: Ahhh, no way. Harry! 

Me: Idk how no one else was laughing.... it was seriously insane! 

Louis: I woulda laughed for sure. Wow. Show me your drawings.

Me: No way!! 

Louis stops responding for a second and my face falls. With each message he sends, I get a rush of excitement -- it's like my dopamine levels spike every time I hear from him.

A snap appears and I open it, to find a doodle that Louis created of a naked stick figure man with a dick the size of his head. Cum is exploding everywhere in little white flurries. 

I stop in the middle of the street and laugh out loud. This Louis guy is so fucking ridiculous. And I fucking love it. 

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Louis' POV

Harry and I have been talking every day nonstop for almost a week now. I wake up and I text him good morning, I go to sleep and I text him good night. We've even given each other pet names -- I'm Lusty Lou and he's Horny Harry. A few shirtless photos were exchanged. My favorite was the one of him biting his shirt to hold it up, revealing a huge butterfly tattoo beneath his chest.