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

Visiting

A/N: this is a bit of a boring chapter and it also has a lot of time hops.... I promise there will be some drama soon. Stick with me :D

Louis' POV

It's February now. Harry and I are back at school, and it's only been a few weeks but I miss him so much already. We still snap all the time, and sometimes I even FaceTime him. But it's not the same as holding him in my arms, stroking his biceps, tracing his jawline.

I miss his touch.

Luckily, I have school to keep me at least somewhat preoccupied. Things have really been picking up in the lab, so I've had to come in more than usual. And Liam and I have been seeing eye to eye a bit more lately... kind of. He actually cooked for the first time in weeks yesterday, and tomorrow we are going to host a get together at our place. But even though times are getting busier, nothing replaces Harry. Not even the gym.

Harry. Fuck. We've only been together for four months, but honestly it feels even longer than that. I know it sounds silly and cliche, but Harry seriously is the best thing that ever happened to me. He's taught me so much - how to love, how to be loved. How to be sensitive, how to communicate, how to share, how to cuddle.

I am by no means the best boyfriend ever. I'm still learning, and I have fucked up before on more occasions than one. But I'm trying my best to get better for Harry. To be the best I can be for him. He told me a few weeks ago that my dieting was triggering his eating disorder, and I really tried to change that. I stopped talking about food and exercise as much, and I try to talk it through with him when I notice he's struggling.

Despite his struggles, Harry is doing really well currently, even though he may not be able to see it. His friendship with Niall has really grown and he's also made a couple of new friends by joining the Spanish club. He's taking an advanced Spanish film class right now, which is hard, but I know he can do it. He's a smart little fucker.

Today, for example, Harry told me the following:

Harry: Spanish is so hard Lou im gonna fail - gotta present every week

Louis: you present to me every day

Louis: your beauty and cuteness

Harry: stop being a mush. im so fucked, lou, my spanish isn't good enough

Louis: Trust me babe, you can do it

Louis: Seriously. Your Spanish is great

Harry: Glad u think so, but will the professor think that?

Harry: Ugh, sorry to rant. How's my adorable scientist doing?

Harry: Did u brew any alcohols today

Louis: sadly no, but I did culture e. coli

Louis: no worries, cutie. don't doubt urself though

Harry: yuck was it from your butt?

Louis: no from yours

Harry: oh, ok cool

Harry: ps i miss your butt

Louis: i miss yours too. it's so cute. i named it henrietta

Harry: I named yours Dante

Louis: lmfao like dantes inferno

Harry: exactly

Louis: wow

The conversation carries on like this for a while, just joking and being silly. Back and forth, back and forth. I smile the whole time, imagining Harry in his room watching Netflix or outside throwing apples or in class pretending to pay attention.