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

Catching Up

Louis' POV

"I am so sorry Harry," I whimper as I feel myself starting to cum. It's literally been thirty seconds, not even. But I hadn't seen him in six fucking months. What did he expect.

"Don't even, Ugh, worry about it," Harry moaned back. He gripped his own dick and started to collapse onto the bed.

I cum onto his back and then wipe it off with a towel, giggling. "We are so trash!"

"I missed you though, Lou-ee," Harry said sleepily. He was still super jet lagged from his trip despite sleeping for 13 hours last night.

"Missed you too, cutie," I replied. I lied down on the pillow next to him, rolling him so he was positioned on top of me with his head on my chest.

Nothing in the world is more comfortable than this. Sure, the sex is great. The way his ass grips perfectly around my dick has me squealing with pleasure. But feeling his beautiful little head pressed against my chest as I run my hands through his gorgeous locks, that's just pure bliss.

"Your Hair got so much longer, baby," I say, noticing how it's grown at least two more inches, reaching the second vertebrae on his back.

"It did. I didn't wanna get a haircut in Spain," Harry laughed. "Your hair grew too, love."

"I know! A result of pure laziness and nothing more. I've been slaving away at the lab all semester. Finally finished last week, just in time for my baby to come home," I replied as I kissed his forehead. I've done it dozens of times already, but it never stops feeling so good. So natural. So right.

"Aww, I'm glad you finished! How's your shoulder?" Harry asked, tracing the surgical scars with his finger.

"Good, good. I should be working out... it's just the night shift killed my free time. That's why I got so fat," I say, blushing a bit.

"Hey!" Harry says, lifting his head up so that his big green eyes stare into mine. "Don't you ever say that, Lou. You're so hot."

"I know, but I used to have abs. I've gotten more out of shape, and you've only gotten more cut. You're the more fit one now," I admit, a tinge of jealousy hitting me as I eye Harry's newly formed abs.

"Hey," Harry says, raising an eyebrow. "That's actually really messed up, Louis. You shouldn't compare us. Also, I lost weight because my host family didn't feed me and I started to get addicted to the gym because I was so lonely. It wasn't on purpose. I barely had any energy... Lou you know all this."

I nod, understanding. I know how much harry was struggling in Spain. He even started running a bit more again, even though he's not supposed to. We were both worried about his exercise compulsion coming back. I shouldn't have even brought this up.....

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, baby," I say softly. "That was inappropriate of me to say. I'm sorry. I just feel insecure." 

Harry nodded, but pulled away from me, lying in his side. "It's okay, Lou, but I need you to be more sensitive about stuff like that. That's like really important to me in this relationship. This and my family. So, thanks, by the way for coming with my dad. I know it was tough."

"I'll be more sensitive," I promise him. "And oh, yeah i was wirh him for like three hours. I've never heard so many cop jokes in my life."

Harry snorts. "Jesús. Sounds like pure torture."

"It was!" I laugh. "I mean no offense to your dad. By the way, speaking of parents, my parents are coming to visit the states this summer. They're gonna stay with me and my aunt."

"Oh shit- so I really do get to meet them!" Harry says, a smile spreading across his face.

"You really do, baby. They're so excited to meet you," I say. "They said you're beautiful. My sister was like: 'Louis how did you even get this guy?'"