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

Facetiming

Harry's POV

Louis and I have been talking for three weeks when he calls me for the first time.

I've asked him to FaceTime so many times before but he always said no.

"We'll talk when you see me, Harold!" He would always text me.

"Why Not now?" I would whine.

"Because! It'll make it more special. Trust me!"

I would always roll my eyes at that. It would make it more special, but i wanted things to be special now. I wanted to talk to him face to face now. I couldn't wait until Thanksgiving.

Speaking of thanksgiving, we actually had a date planned by the way. November 27th. I told Louis a million times we would never end up meeting in person, but when he showed me his plane tickets to NYC to visit his hand for the holidays, I started to feel like it might actually happen.

"Well. I mean it's a busy time. You'll be doing family stuff. I doubt you'll have time for me," I told him. Part of me wanted to say 'HOLY FUCK LOUIS COME OVER AS SOON AS YOU LAND. I WILL PICK U UP FROM THE AIRPORT!' But another part of me was scared of getting my hopes up and my feelings hurt. So I played hard to get.

"Well, I'll be busy but I'm free on that Friday. Are you?" He asked.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Yeah, i think I will be," I replied. My parents were visiting New York for the long weekend, but I could spare a few hours for Louis. I could spare more than a few hours....

"Awesome! Then I'll make a reservation. I have a place in mind," he typed instantly.

FUCKKKKKK. MY HEART. HES MAKING. A. RESERVATION. FOR. US.

Less than a minute later, he sent me a screen shot of the reservation: 3pm Friday November 27th @ Max Brenners in Union Square.

I knew that place. Students always got dessert there and took these extravagant food porn videos for Instagram of them dipping fruit into chocolate or eating a chocolate crepe. I had always wanted to go, but never had anyone to go with. How had he known?

Louis and I started texting really quickly after he proposed the date.

Me: omg i heard max brenner is so good!
Louis: it is! I always go when I'm in NY
Me: what do you get?
louis: Chocolate pizza
Me: wtf is that
Louis: pizza with Nutella instead of sauce
Me: *cums*
Louis: don't cum on the date
Me: wow
Me: wouldn't that be a disappointing date then?
Louis: true
Louis: Ok cum, but for other reasons ;)
Me: LOUIS
Me: WILLIAM
louis: i should never have told you my middle name
Louis: Harold EDWARD
Me: Fuck off
Louis: excuse me I just offered to pay for your chocolate pizza
Louis: offer revoked
Me: *cries*
Louis: aww poor baby
Louis: ok fine I'll pay. But you owe me real pizza after
Me: lol ok
Me: Bulk SZN
Louis: Lol. No way. I eat healthyyy
Me: all Dick diet?
Louis: yup
Me: yikes
Louis: keeps me healthy. Semen is protein
Me: FUCK
Louis: hehehe

That conversation happened a few days ago. On Wednesday. It's Friday now, and I'm in my room watching Netflix cuddled up under a blanket, while Louis is out at a party.

Im just about to fall asleep when I get a call. It's from Louis. And it's a FaceTime. Holy shit.

Im in my pajamas and my hair is all messy and uncombed. I don't look my best and I don't want Louis to see me like that, but at the same time I'm not going to pass up this opportunity to FaceTime with him.

So I answer it, turning on my desk lamp so he can see my face.

"Hiiiiii Harry," Louis giggles. He's walking - through a park or something, holding his camera at an odd angle below his face. "I know I said I wouldn't FaceTime you but... I'm drunk so...."

I laugh, taking in his sexy beard and bright blue eyes. He's wearing a hoodie and looks a bit cold. Poor baby.

"Ah! Hi Louis," I reply, smiling. "What's up?"

"I just got back from a partyyyyyy," he says, sitting down on a bench. "You know but I got bored and so I had my last drank and just came home."

"Ah. Was it fun?" I ask. "Where are you?"

He is sprawled across the bench like he owns it, holding the camera at a high angle and staring into it, unsmiling. I nearly laugh.

"Harry. I'm on a bench in the patio area of my apartment," he says, matter of factedly, like I was supposed to know where he was. "And it was fun. A lot of cute guys there. But I was only thinking of you."

I drop my phone. Fuck.

"Harry?" I hear him ask.

I rush to pick it up, laughing nervously. "Sorry!" I giggle. "That's sweet."

"Yeah, it's sweet," he mumbles, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're so cute, harry, you know that?"

I feel myself blush. I have never felt so fucking flattered. Like, i knew he found me attractive, but we always joked around when we flirted. He was never this direct.

"Thanks," I smile.

"Yeah," Louis says, smiling back. His eyes get all squinty and he looks adorable. "Yeah, and. I like you.... like. I never got this feeling before. You just make me smile. Harry."

Suddenly I need a drink too because damn this is just. TOO. MUCH. My heart can't take it.

"You make me smile too, Lou," I reply, shaking my camera with unsteady hands.

"I'm glad. You have a pretty smile," he giggles. He lowers his hand a bit, bringing the camera closer to his face. His button nose nearly presses against the screen.

"Youre my favorite," he whispers into the camera.

JESUSSSSSSSSSS. My mind is suddenly a war zone of euphoria and uncontainable excitement.

"You're my favorite too," I reply.

Lou POV

I wake up to my head pounding and my stomach swirling the next morning. It isn't until I reach for my phone that I remember what happened last night.

The party yeah. But afterwards - afterwards I drunk FaceTimed Harry. And holy shit I am so embarrassed now.

I open Snapchat to see if Harry's messaged me at all today. Holy shit.

Harry: hey Lou. Idk if you'll remember what you said to me last night but it was super adorable. Thank you :)

AHHHH. What did I say? Did I tell him I liked him? I definitely told him I liked him fuck.

I also broke my own rule of not FaceTiming him until after we met. So much for that.

Groaning, I hop out off bed, and run a hand over my body. I've been working out extra hard in preparation for meeting Harry in a few weeks - though he doesn't know that. I should probably go to the gym, but my head hurts and I'm too tired.

I head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge before heading back to my room to lie down.

"Yo, Fun night!" Liam says, nearly giving me a heart attack as he launches towards me with his hand extended for a high five.

"Ah, Yes," i mumble. "Hungover."

"Yeah, you drank a lot. Didn't get with anyone though at the party," he observes, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Im kinda into someone right now," I say quietly.

"Ohhh. Who is it?" Liam asks. He's making scrambled eggs - or at least trying to - and the burning smell makes me want to be sick.

"No one you'd know, Li," I reply. "But who knows, the way things are headed, you might meet him one day."

Liam rolls his eyes, returning to his charcoaled eggs, and I scamper back off into my room. Time to go back to bed.