Green ~ Larry Stylinson

~ Four ~

From: Louis
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From: Harry
Louis, what did you do?!

From: Louis
I told you not to leave it...

From: Harry
Damn you Lou, you own me a new

From: Louis
I did you a favor getting rid of it

Louis had texted Harry a picture of his fedora in front of his fireplace, and Harry kind of flipped. For some reason Louis enjoyed messing with Harry a bit too much. The younger lad didn't get mad at him, but he did send him a list of things he would do to him. No, not the dirty kind of things...

He said he would set Louis up with an old cat-lady (cause Harry knew Louis wasn't a fan of cats..) and that he would drown all of Louis' picture in strong colors that he would hate, cause Louis only likes grey, which wasn't a color...

Though Louis didn't burn the fedora, he just told Harry that he did. It was ugly as hell and Louis would never want to see anyone wear it, ever again, but he couldn't burn it. It reminded him of the tall, thin man with dimples that was stupid enough to wear a fedora to a club, and he didn't want to forget about him.

***

The next few days Louis worked. He worked around the clock, barley letting himself get any sleep. When inspiration hit him he didn't let himself be distracted. He didn't feel his human needs, so Zayn, the good friend he was, took it upon himself to feed the artist. He had stopped by with breakfast before he headed to work, and with dinner on his way home. So when Louis stepped in to Harry's office Friday morning, he was tired.

"So, did you call him?" That was the first thing Harry asked. The matchmaker looked as good as always, shining like the sun, all giddy and happy. Louis got tired by just looking at him. He dragged his legs over to the chair in front of Harry's desk before falling back on it.

"I called, but he didn't answer... Sent him a text, telling him to call me back, but he hasn't" The big smile fell from Harry's face and he nodded. The boys were quiet for a few second, just looking at each other. Louis didn't know what the next step would be, so while he waited for Harry to tell him, he rewarded himself from his hard work the last couple of days with a glance of the emerald green eyes cause it was simple the most beautiful color he had seen.

"Okay, that's too bad, but luckily!" Harry rose from his seat, walking over to the bookshelf, taking out a folder. "I've found someone you might find interesting! This is Daniel!" Harry laid a picture of a very fit guy in front of Louis. A very fit guy. Louis felt how his own confident slowly falling of him.

"Wow... Didn't know that this was the place that arranged dates with supermodels..."

"He's not a model. He works at a bar in northern London, but I thought you'd like his appearance, someone who can live up to your standards. He also likes footb-"

"Wait what?" Louis cut him off, confused what Harry had meant. Harry stopped talking as well, realizing what he had said.

"No, I mean... Not like- I" Harry stopped himself, taking a deep breath, trying to form a proper sentence. "Not that you have high standards- Not that you have low standards I'm not saying you're easy just that..."

"Harry!" Louis cut him off again, not understanding a word of what Harry tried to tell him, but the boy was rather cute. Confusing himself with the words that was coming out of his mouth, dropping the tread he tried to follow and never getting to the point.

"Just, you're a great looking guy, I just thought you would like someone who's also nice to look at."

"Nice to look at?" Louis questioned him, not fully understanding but the conversation did amuse him. "You think I'm nice to look at?"