Green ~ Larry Stylinson

~ One ~

"Can't believe you're making me do this" Louis hissed from where he sat at the small uncomfortable chair in the waiting room.

"Just to clarify, I did not make you do this, your mother did!" His best friend Zayn laughed. Louis groaned in respond, sinking further down on the chair.

"Yes, she did, but only after you told her I was lonely and never leave the house! How could you tell her that?" The young painter asked with a hurt look on his face.

"How could I tell her that? Lou, I told her that cause it's true..!" The dark haired boy that sat opposite of Louis pointed out and continued; "... and since you wouldn't listen to me, you gave me no choice!"

"Fuck of, I'm not lonely.." Was the only thing Louis said before crossing his arms, sending his friend the evil eye. He couldn't believe that his best friend and mother teamed up against him, more or less dragging him to this matchmaker... Everything was Zayn's fault, if he hadn't told Louis mother that he on most days just stayed at home to work, he would never had been in the most uncomfortable piece of shit chair...

"Louis, I'm just trying to help. You haven't even looked at a guy sin-"

"Don't" Louis cut him off, not wanting to hear it. It wasn't that he didn't want to find someone, it was just that his last relationship had fucked him up, pretty bad, and he didn't want that.

His mother had ordered him to this matchmaker, which according to her was supposed to be a 'pro'. Bullshit if you'd ask Louis, but why would you? No one obviously care about his opinion anymore...

The small waitingroom Zayn had dragged him to that morning was painted in a hideous orange color that Louis couldn't stand. Not to speak about the painting hanging over the reception. It was a painting of two cats inside a giant red heart. Louis cringed by just looking at it. Everything in that painting was wrong, the movement of the pencil, the choice of colors and not to talk about the two kittens that just looked terrifying.

Suddenly a young man entered the room, holding a folder in his right hand and a pen in his left. The blonde boy with brown roots stopped and looked up from his papers with a big shiny white smile.

"Louis Tomlinson?" He asked, eyes moving between Louis and Zayn. Pissed off as he was, Louis didn't answer to his name, making Zayn sight and raise from his seat.

"Yes, the child over there is him, I'm Zayn" He politely introduced himself. The boy smiled again and shook Zayn's hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Niall" You could hear the Irish accent the second the lad opened his mouth, no doubt in that. "If you would please follow me this way".

"Come on grumpy pants!" Zayn said in a stern voice. Louis turned his head to his friend, begging him with his eyes not to make him do this, but Zayn showed no mercy, only responding with nodding his head in the direction Niall were showing them.

On lazy bones, Louis got up, dragging himself down the short hallway to the door that Niall opened for them. The Irish lad closed the door again as soon as Louis and Zayn had entered the room.

They met with a man that sat by his desk, on his computer. He took a sip on his cup of tea, nothing turning his gaze from the screen. Zayn discreetly cleared his throat to get the man's attention. He shined up in a big smile and put his cup down on the table.

"Mr. Tomlinson, Mr. Malik! How nice to finally meet!" He greeted them, rising from his chair.

The first thing Louis notices is how abnormally tall the man was. His skinny figure made him look even taller. The man was dressed in plain black jeans and a loose purple button up. Purple! How could anyone look good in purple?