Green ~ Larry Stylinson

~ Three ~

The boys entered Louis home and Harry looked around in Louis' black and white hallway. He kicked his shoes of, putting his fedora and coat aside.

"If you leave that there, I will burn it!" Louis warned him about his ugly hat. Harry just shrugged with a chuckle, he wasn't going to forget it.

He followed Louis in to the kitchen, which to Harry's not surprise was very colorless as well.

"I really can't believe you're a painter without a favorite color..."

"I can't believe you're a matchmaker and doesn't believe in falling in love. And I do have a favorite color, grey!" Louis argued.

"Grey is not a color, Lou!"

"Shut up, do you want anything? Beer?"

"Do you have anything else, something that actually is drinkable?"

"Soda?"

"I'm good, thanks" Harry smiled, pressing his eyes together. Harry wasn't a fan of beer, Louis learnt that at the club even if he couldn't understand it. How could someone not like beer?

Louis put his hands in his pockets, feeling the small piece of paper, remembering why Harry got out of the cab.

"You were saying somethi-."

"Right!" Harry cut him off. "Grey is a boring, plain, none color tha-!"

"Shut up, I wa-"

"You shut up!" Louis looked at the boy in shock, not used to be talked back to. Then he saw the smirk on Harry's face and couldn't help but to smile.

"I was talking about Peter's number. The reason you got out of the cab?"

"Oh" Harry said, thinking quickly. "Oh, yes!" Then Harry did something Louis was not expecting him to do, he walked over to him, threw an arm around Louis shoulder, taking a look of the note." You should wait at least until tomorrow afternoon before you call him. Cause you're planning on meeting up on the club again, right? Not a date thing?"

"No, I was thinking meeting up at the club, get to know each other just a bit and then see where it goes." Harry nodded, agreeing on the idea.

Louis showed Harry round his house. Harry enjoyed the paintings Louis had around the house and ended up leading him upstairs, to Louis' workshop. Harry stopped in the stairs to look at one of the paintings. A picture that imagined two identical hearts. Harry stopped and let his green eyes run over the painting. Louis sent him a half smile.

"I painted that in high school, dealing with the bulling cause of the 'gayiness'. I needed to remind myself that we're all the same on the inside..." Harry's eyes left the painting and locked with Louis blue. The shorter lad swallowed as he felt his knees get weaker by the boy's gaze. Just as Harry was to open his mouth Louis cleared his throat, taking of up the remaining stairs.

As soon as he opened the door to his workshop the smell of paint hit them. Louis flicked the lights on, revealing a plain grey room.

"Wow, how do you keep it so clean in here? I thought a painter's work shop would be messy, you know, different colors everywhere!" Harry asked as he stepped in and looked around. He walked up to the canvas that Louis was working on and lifted his brows. "Oh, right... never mind" He explained as he noticed how Louis only used two colors in his painting. Black and white, and of course different shades of grey, but since that aren't a color...

"They're beautiful" He commented, making Louis blush just a little bit. Harry's eyes was caught on the painting of a forest. He didn't know how, but with only two colors, black and white, Louis managed to give life to every single leaf in the picture. "Who would have thought this morning that I'd be standing in the rude and grumpy artists' work shop, huh?" Harry joked, bumping his hip against Louis'.