Uni (A Larry Stylinson Story) ✅

Giving Up Control

"Today we're going to be working on perfecting our rifts," said the professor, pulling up a PowerPoint slide.

I was trying to pay attention, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop imagining Harry's soft lips or sexy legs. I was currently thinking of the way he had kissed me, grabbing my jaw and running his fingers through my hair. Fuck, I thought to myself. Stop daydreaming and pay attention, Louis.

Today, I sat in the front of the classroom, far away from Zayn, who didn't deserve the time of day. I saw him scowl at me as I walked in, but I wasn't in the mood to be bothered today, so I just ignored him. He's childish, really.

But now as I sat here thinking about Harry like a giddy schoolgirl, I felt like I was the child in this situation. Shaking my head, I readjusted my notebook and began taking lecture notes as they appeared on the screen.

"Alright class," the professor said about twenty minutes later after closing the PowerPoint. "Now let's put this lesson to use. I'll play the piano. Who's going to start?"

I definitely did not want to go first. I had forgotten to eat this morning— okay, maybe I purposely didn't eat the bagel Harry had brought me— and I was feeling sort of lightheaded. But of course, it was just my fucking luck. "Louis," the professor said upon realizing that no one raised their hand. "You're in the front today. Would you like to start?"

I wanted to answer "fuck no," but obviously the professor only wanted one answer and that was yes. I nodded and walked over to the piano, butterflies forming in the pit of my empty stomach.

The professor began to play Empire State of Mind by Alicia Keys, which I didn't know too well. Panicking, I pulled up the lyrics on my phone and quickly started singing, as I had already missed a few beats.

My voice came out way stronger than expected, but still not my best. I tried to ignore it and focus on the rifts which were quickly approaching. "New York, New York, New York..." I sang.

The class looked at me in bewilderment and the professor stopped playing. Oh dear lord, how bad was I? I started to sweat.

"Mr. Tomlinson," the professor said. "How did you manage to do such a unique rift?"

I looked back at him, trying to wipe the incredulous look off my face, and began spewing some bullshit. The truth was, I had no idea, I just felt it in me and went with it. But I had to explain something fancy to the class. "Well it occurred to me while I was singing that the traditional rift is a bit too quick for the chorus, so I broke it up into longer chunks..."

The class listened in awe to my explanation and I couldn't help but smile after I went back and took my seat. Even Zayn looked pleased with me, which was a shock.

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"Hey, Lou," Harry said, giving me a friendly hug as I met him in the café. We still hadn't been on our date yet since we hooked up a few days ago, and I wasn't quite sure what we were. It was sort of my fault— it was my idea to stall another week to let our feelings marinate. But in reality, I just needed some time to figure my life issues out before I got involved with someone so perfect as Harry.

"Hey, Harry," I said, following him to our table. "You'll never guess what happened in class today."
I smiled at him, excited to share my news.

However, the look on my face turned from excited to disgusted in two seconds when I saw that Harry had already gotten us food.

"I got us both bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwiches and fries," Harry said, digging into his food. How unhealthy of a choice could be make? Seriously... I was suddenly so infuriated.

"Everything okay, Lou?" He asked innocently.
"Um... yeah. Thank you Harry. But I was going to order my own food."

Harry nodded. "I know but you told me last night how much you used to love bacon lettuce tomato. So I wanted to surprise you." He smiled sweetly at me and I couldn't bare to disappoint him.

"You're right," I said, grabbing the sandwich. "But if I'm being honest with you, Harry, I really need to watch my figure." I dramatically struck a pose, running my hands over my torso in an attempt to explain away my perverse reaction.

"You definitely don't. You look great," Harry replied, looking me up and down with his big green eyes.

"Thanks, Harry," I said. "But I really need to be careful, since I'm on crutches and all. I haven't been able to work out like I used to... and I've gained some weight."

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "How do you know you've gained weight? I'm sure you haven't."

"I weighed myself," I said, shyly. Why the fuck was I suddenly being so honest? Oh my God, Harry had cast a fucking spell on me with those eyes. I couldn't even hide stuff from him anymore, it all just came spilling out. This seriously wasn't okay.

"Well, you shouldn't. It's not good for you. I don't weigh myself," said Harry, eating a fry.

"I know. Just a bad habit," I said, biting into my sandwich. God it was delicious. I started eating a bit too quickly.

Harry smiled as he watched me eat. "I'm glad you like it," he said, grabbing my hand across the table.

"PDA now, Mr. styles?" I asked flirtatiously.

"Why Not?" He cooed, stroking my hand.

I giggled and crunched on a fry, almost forgetting about my body insecurities.

"Also, if you're worried about not working out, we can go to the gym together. You can do just upper body. I've been needing to work out these string bean arms," Harry said with a small laugh.

I thought about Harry in the gym wearing shorts and a muscle tank and instantly felt dizzy. Those curls tucked back in a head band. Sweat dripping down his forehead. Oh my god. Fuck. I was seriously losing control.

I should have said no. I hate people watching me work out. But how could I say no to those big green eyes? "Sure, Harry. We can try. Just don't fall off the treadmill or drop a weight on your toe or anything," I said smiling. "I know how clumsy you freshers can be."

Harry nodded and rose to toss away his food, which he had completely devoured. I looked down at my food and realized I was almost finished too.

Alright, I thought to myself. I'll eat this whole meal. And I'll eat the next one. If I'm going to date Harry, I'm going to do it right, with a healthy mindset. I had to start letting go of my coping mechanisms— if not for me, for Harry. Because as much as I wanted to deny it, Harry was going to be the death of me if I couldn't have him.

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Author's note: OMG. Little Lou is making serious progress here! Harry seems so good for him— what do you think will happen next? I'm also missing the Niall-Harry bromance. Harry's gotta make some more time for his boy... so I'll have a bit more of that in the next chapter. I'm getting a bit bored doing just Harry and just Louis POV— so there'll be a surprise soon with a new character's perspective. Who will it be?

MERRY XMAS EVERYONE ❄️🎄