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

Working Out

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for your support on this story. I have gotten a lot of positive feedback and I want to thank you for sticking with it. To be completely honest, this story is a bit emotionally draining to write, as it's almost entirely based on my actual relationship with my boyfriend (he is Louis, I am Harry). Obviously, certain details are changed, but the storyline and order of events are real. It takes a lot to tap into my memory and sort of makes me sad since our relationship is no longer this fluffy and loving. Sorry if the updates are slow or sporadic. I will try my best to keep up with this story and give you guys what you want to see! I was planning on ending this at chapter 20, but honestly, if it seems like readers are interested in learning more, I can try to make it longer and add time hops. We shall see.

Harry's POV

"Lou, there's no good movies playing," I whine, as we round the corner and enter the theatre on 86th Street.

We've almost been dating a month now and this is one of many dates we've had over winter break.

Louis rolls his eyes. "Calm down, Harold," he says. "We'll find something."

We enter the lobby of the theatre, hand in hand, and look up at the big board of showtimes. There is absolutely nothing that looks of interest to me, so I decide to filter it by wait time. I'd rather see something immediately than have to wait around all day.

"Okay, let's just see that one," I say, pointing to a movie that starts in five minutes. "The Big Short. 6:05."

"Sounds good to me," Louis says, planting a kiss on my cheek. We head to the register and I go to pay, but Louis stops me.

"It's okay, love," he says, grabbing my hand. "I've got this, you get the next thing, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," I say, squeezing his hand. "Thank you, babe."

As soon as we get our tickets, we rush into the theatre. We're super late, so it'll definitely be a challenge to find seats. I also overheard someone saying this was the first day the movie was out - so it's also probably going to be crowded.

"Holy shit," Louis whispers as we enter the dark theatre. It's packed to the brim with people - and not just any people. Everyone here is at least 60 years old or older.

"Oh my god," I giggle. "I picked an old person movie!"

"Shhhhh," a librarian-looking old lady says, wagging a finger in our direction.

I take Louis' hand and lead him to the back, where I can see two empty seats. There's two old people to my left, but no one to Louis' right.

The movie begins - it's something about the stock market - and I suddenly realize that it may be the most boring film in the entirety of human existence.

"This movie sucks," I groan to Louis. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he replies. "It was either this or a Disney film. Either 60 year olds or 6 year olds."

I chuckle and Louis wraps his hand around my shoulders. This would probably be the time that a newer couple would slowly, slowly, start holding hands and maybe even kissing. But I immediately take that moment of contact as an opportunity to lean in and start passionately making out with Louis.

Maybe it's because we're in the honeymoon phase or maybe it's because I find him wildly attractive, but I simply can't resist Louis once I'm within a 5 meter radius of him. It's like I have to touch him. I have to kiss him. I have to run my hands all over his muscular back and squeeze those bulging biceps. I have to...

"Ehem."

A woman with a cane is now approaching - about 20 minutes into the movie. I don't know how, but she someone pulled up a folding chair next to Louis and is sitting next to us as we make out. Is this a joke?