Green ~ Larry Stylinson

~ Two ~

"For the love of god Lou! Be still!" Zayn yelled at him as he tried to help Louis with his hair.

"But you're hurting me!" Louis yelled back. It wasn't a lie, Zayn had managed to stab his skull with the comb and hit him in the head with the blow-dryer, leaving a red mark on his forehead.

"Well, I've said I'm sorry!" Louis sighted in defeat, leaning back straight on the chair.

"Remind me, why are we doing this again?"

"Well" Zayn started. "When Harry works his love-magic, he works with you on the field. So we are going out tonight, with Harry and his wings, so he can find out more about you. Your type, style. He needs to get to know you before he tries to find someone perfect for you." Zayn talked as he worked his hands through Louis hair, forming it in to a quiff.

"It ridiculous, the man don't believe in falling in love..." Louis snorted "And what if I find someone tonight? When we're out?" Zayn just sent him a look, before he started to laugh.

"Lou, we're out almost every weekend, when was the last time you got laid? Hell, when was the last time you even found anyone interesting?"

Not answering the question, Louis moved on with his own.

"Where were we going again?"

"We're going that new club down town"

"And why exactly are you coming?"

"Because you are a giant pain in the ass, and I know you better than anyone else, so Harry thought it was a good idea."

"Are you sure this guy is even any good? I mean, he seems awfully young to be a matchmaker..."

"He's the best, Niall showed me this giant board with photos of all the coupled Harry has pair up. The first one was his own mother back when he was in his early teens. So cute!" Zayn took a step back to see what he had accomplice with the working of his best friend's hair. Biting down on his own bottom lip, he grabbed the can of hairspray, drowning Louis even more in it, but thankfully Zayn made sure he didn't get any of it in his eyes.

"So, let's get dressed, we're meeting the others in 30 minutes."

"But Zayn, just because he's had successes, doesn't mean he's good, what if he has twice as many failures?"

"No, he has never had a costumer that hasn't found his perfect match!"

Louis was skeptic as him and Zayn enters the club. He couldn't see Harry or his wings, so they made their way over to the bar, finding a table that would fit them all. Just as they sat down, Louis spotted the Irish lad they had met earlier. Zayn did to, rising from his chair to wave him over. Louis could see Liam follow him, and Harry came just after.

Louis barley recognized him. He had changed from his purple bottom up, and was instead wearing a black and had left the top bottoms open, not sending of the same stuck up vibe as earlier. His leg wore a pair of even tighter black jeans, not leaving much to imagination...

Louis shook that thought away as the three boys reached their table. They greeted each other, Harry taking the seat opposite of Louis sending a smile, showing of his dimples once again. Louis couldn't do anything but to stare at him.

"What?" Harry asked, almost a bit scared by the look Louis gave him.

"You're wearing a fedora?" Louis almost asked him. He just couldn't believe it. " Who even wears a fedora to a club? Heck, who even wears a fedora this decade?"

His comment made Harry burst out laughing. "I guess you're right, that sounds exactly like something the kid in kindergarten asks me!" Louis' brows rose, sending him a questionable look.