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

Hooking Up

Harry's Point of View

"Haz," Louis whispers. I'm cuddled up against him with my eyes closed and my hands on his biceps, with absolutely no desire of moving.

If you had told me a few hours ago that I would be falling for Louis this hard and fast, I would have laughed in your face. Sure, we had talked a ton beforehand, and sure, I liked him. But I didn't think I would be this blown away by meeting him, this hot and heavy with desire. 

I had been so nervous to even show up to this date. I was certain that Louis wouldn't like me and that I might not even like him. But now, laying here in Louis' arms, I feel like everything is at peace with the world. Every flirty text we ever sent, every photo we ever exchanged, every story we ever shared has suddenly all come together in this one beautiful, momentous date. A fantastic lunch, a breath-taking kiss, an adorable cuddle session. I bite my lip and tried to refocus my mind before I start thinking about what Louis and I will be doing next.....

"Haz," Louis repeats, tapping me this time.

I open my eyes, nearly jolting backwards as I realize Louis' face is inches from my face. 

"Yeah?" I ask, lazily, regaining my balance. I grab his bicep more tightly and scooch closer, not wanting this moment to end.

"Get up, love. That's our stop," he says, pointing to the doors which are now opening.

"Oh fuck," I mumble. I sit up and rush to the exit. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Louis replies. He follows me off the train an onto the platform. Our eyes connect, and Louis bites his lip and smiles.

"Thanks for coming back with me," he says, running a hand over his stubble. "Um, this way. It's a ten minute walk."

I nod. "Yeah sure," I reply.

I'm hardly paying attention to a word he says. All I can think about is what I'm going to do when we finally get some god damn privacy....

But I can't let him know how excited I am. Keep it cool, Harry, I tell myself. Keep it cool.

As I try to calm myself down, Louis leads me down the steps and to a sidewalk, and I follow after him, my long legs quickly matching his pace. As I look around, I realize we are not in the city anymore — there are large houses with front lawns and backyards. Suburbia if I ever saw it.

Sighing, I begin to realize that I kind of want to hold Louis' hand, and look down at it longingly. Louis catches my gaze, grinning encouragingly. 

"Haz, do you want to like..." Louis begins, his cheeks reddening slightly. "Um... hold hands?"

"You read my mind," I reply. Louis extends a hand and I reach out, placing my hand inside of his. It's strong and warm and I suddenly feel myself getting wildly turned on.

"I, um," I stammer. "How much longer?"

We've been walking for several minutes now, further away from the train station and deeper into the suburban area, down a variety of tiny, winding roads.

As I look at the surrounding streets, I realize No one is around, and it's getting dark. With anyone else I'd be shaking with anxiety, but with Louis I couldn't care less. I trust him. I want him. I need him.

"A little more," Louis replies, leading me down yet another road. "I know it looks sketchy, but I promise I'm not going to kill you..."

I giggle, but all I'm really thinking about is how he basically is killing me with his good looks, his chiseled body, his sexy lips, his soft cuddles.