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

Fighting

Louis' POV

"Hazza," I groan. It's 6am and he has a plane to catch soon, but I all I can do is pull him closer to my chest. "Can you just stay?"

Harry shakes his head, his curls bouncing and his sleepy eyes blinking up at me. "I wish, babe. But I have to finish the semester. We can run away together this summie."

"Okay," I say, jutting out my bottom lip. I giggle at the word 'summie.' Harry and I have gotten in the habit of using baby talk with each other, often ending words with an 'ie' instead of their actual ending. Water is 'wawie,' summer is 'summie.' 

My favorite is trouble. "I don't wanna get in troubie," Harry will say sometimes when we're being too loud in his flat. It's so fucking adorable. 

Harry hops out of bed and begins to tug on jeans and a T-shirt. I crawl to the edge of the bed and pull his arm. "No, Harry," I say. "This is the last time I'm gonna see you without clothes. Let me savor it for a moment."

Harry rolls his eyes, letting his tongue flop out of the side of his mouth. He pulls his pants down to his ankles and spins around in his boxers, striking a different pose at each angle and wiggling his hips. 

"Are you satisfied, sugar daddy?" he giggles.

 "No," I pout. "But you can get dressed, cutie. I love you."

"Love you too," Harry says. He puts his clothes on and comes back to the bed, planting a kiss on my forehead. 

I try to kiss his lips, but he pushes my face away. "Morning breath!" he giggles. 

Rolling my eyes, I get up to use the bathroom. Harry pees while I brush my teeth and then we switch. I think of all the shower sex that we've had in this bathroom over the past couple of days and I bite my lip to suppress my boner. 

Fuck.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," I whine, walking up behind Harry and snaking an arm around his waist. 

"I know, love, me too," Harry replies. "But I will see you in only a few weeks when you come to New York in April."

"True," I say, following him out of the bathroom. I get dressed while Harry packs his suitcase, grumbling to myself about how three weeks is too long to go without my baby angel. 

Then, once we're both ready, we jog to the kitchen and grab a few snacks before heading out to the airport, a place where I've been spending way too much of my time in lately. It doesn't matter though, because it's worth it. The distance is worth it. Harry is worth it. 

"Harry," I say, on the Uber ride to the airport. "I'm so happy you came into my life, honestly."

"That I CAME," Harry snorts. "I'm happy I came too."

I elbow him in the side, and we both burst out laughing. Leave it to Harry to ruin my cheesy romantic moment.

"No, but really, Lou," Harry says, once he's done giggling. "I'm so happy too. I was in such a dark place before we met. You really lit up my world."

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else!" I sing. 

Harry rolls his eyes. "No," he chuckles. "Just no. We are shutting this down right now, Manfred."

"The way that you flip your hair, gets me overwhelmed!" I continue. I push Harry's head forward so that his hair falls into his eyes and he slaps my hand away, burying his face into my shoulder blade. 

"I'm going to kill you one day," he giggles. 

"Haha," I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Not if I kill you..."