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

Changing

A/n: hello party people. Idk what we're having a party for but I just wanted to say that. Maybe we can party over the fact that I am back from the depths of hell aka my week long job training where I had to do 14 hours worth of workshops each day and eat gross cafeteria food and live in a dirty old dorm with a random roommate!!! Did I mention that's where I was? Because.... yeah, That's where I've been. My parents also got mad and refused to pick me up so I had to hitch a ride with a near stranger! Somehow it all worked though, and I'm home now with real food and a real bad and real free time so yay for that! I am  also moving to Boston in less than a month and ready to cry from the stress of being a real adult but it's no big deal. No. Big. Deal. Trust me I'm fine!

Anywaysssss.... mental breakdown aside.... here is a little something I wrote up. An alternative title would be: angst + smut + fluff. Because it's basically just that. But enough of me blabbering. Let's get on with it, mates!

Harry's POV

"Haz! Are you coming?" Niall shouts across the cafe. I finish sending a text to Louis and nod, jogging after him.

"Don't wanna go to class," I grumble. "There's no point."

"Come on Harry," Niall says, slapping my back. "There's only two weeks of school left. Then it's graduation time, baby!"

I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to puke up my coffee. "Right. So looking forward to graduating with no job, no accomplishments and tons of loans. Hooray!"

"Don't be like that, Harry," Niall says, wagging a finger at me. "You will find a job. Trust me."

Easy for Niall to say, considering he has a job and has had one for months. I want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but I settle for "whatever."

We spend the rest of our walk to class talking about Netflix and the new mall downtown and everything other than jobs and graduation and life goals. I can't think about that now. I'm so screwed.

Eventually, we get to class and I sit there, the Spanish words going in one ear and out the other. My Spanish isn't even that good— and my degree is in Spanish. No wonder no one will hire me.....

Sighing, I close my notebook and take out my phone in my lap. Anything to get the impending doom of student loans and living in my parents basement for eternity out of my head.

Louis: hey cutie. Can't wait to see you in two weeks
Harry: Same. How's my babe doing?
Louis: stressed with tons of schoolwork I want to cry
Harry: did you get my nudes earlier
Louis: lmao
Louis: YES. I screenshotted one for later ;)
Harry: mmm. That's hot
Harry: fuck getting hard in class
Harry: I don't even care. What's the point of class anyways? Fuck the system. I'm not learning anything about real life
Louis: true. But u should at least graduate with good grades, smartie
Harry: why should I ? My GPA isn't helping me get a Job
Louis: Haz. Take a breath
Harry: id rather go have a wank
Louis: you're too much
Louis: hang in there, you're almost done
Louis: u finished ur thesis!!!! Congrats :)
Harry: thanks
Harry: yes almost done
Louis: lots of sex very soon ;)
Harry: awesome. Can't wait.

After I close my phone, my dick throbbing like a bee sting, I return my attention to the professor, who's explaining the directions for our final essay. I take some notes and then wait for the class to end, which takes a lot longer than I anticipated. It's going to be a long two fucking weeks.

*******

"Lou!!!" I nearly scream as he heads into my apartment.  "Best graduation present ever!"

Louis giggles and tosses his suitcase down next to the door. "Let me get inside first. Jesus, Harry!"

But I'm already ripping my shirt off. And my pants. I don't even care anymore. It's been months since I've seen him and I can't take it anymore.