Blind date (Larry Stylinson) {Completed!}

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Harry's (POV)
"I think you'll like the lad. He's really cute and fit." Liam patted my shoulders, adjusting my shirt. "You look good man, go in and find him." Liam pushes me out of his car. "Call me whenever you're ready."

I rolled my eyes, huffing. "Okay. I can do this." I mumbled underneath my breath. Liam has been dying to set me up with someone.

According to my mum, I need to look for love.

It's not that I don't want to find love, I just want it to come at the right time. I walk into the building called: 17 Black.

Kind of odd to have a date here, but it'll do. When I walk in, I go straight the to restrooms, needing to empty out my bladder.

Once I walked in, I noticed a cute short lad by one of the urinals. I smirk, slowly walking towards him. I pull down my zipper, and pull my boxers down a bit so I can get my cock out.

While I was doing that, I accidentally peed on his shoe. "Oops." Is my way of apologizing. The tiny lad blushes.

"Hi." His voice is so very soft.

We both finish up at the same time, walking over to the sinks. "What are you here for?" I asked, easing up the tension a bit.

"Blind date. Stupid best friend set me up again. How 'bout you?" He spoke, pumping soap from the machine.

"I'm actually here for a blind date too. My best friend set me up as well." I chuckled. I noticed the caramel haired boy blushes again. "We must be here for each other then? Louis?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh." He squeaked. "Well I guess we better finish up and start talking, Harry." He grabs a paper towel, smoothly walking out of the restroom.

"I like it." I say to myself. I wash my hands quickly excited about the date. Once I finished washing up, I walk outside of the restrooms looking for the caramel haired boy.

I finally spot him sitting at the bar, ordering something. I stroll towards him, taking a seat next to him. "Hey, I'm back." I chuckled. "So, how was your day so far?" I asked, striking up a conversation. The blue eyed lad smiles.

"It was okay. How about yours?" He looks directly into my eyes, I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding extra fast as if I were about to have a heart attack. "Hello?" He waves his hand in front of me.

I snap out of my trance. "Uh- sorry." I looked down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers. "I'm sorry, I just have to say this, but you make me nervous." I look back up at him.

"Should I take that as a compliment or offense?" He joked. "Thank you." He turned to the bartender, thanking him when he was given his drink. "Oh, I didn't know what you like so I just ordered a big margarita for us, if you want it that is." He offered.

"Sure, yeah, definitely." I agreed. "You should take it as a compliment. I never get nervous." I take a black straw in the little straw holder. The short lad puts the drink between us.

"Confident hmm?" He arched a eyebrow. "Should've guessed. What's your full name, curly?" He takes a sip of the alcohol.

"Harry, Harry Edward Styles. How about you, love?" I questioned, looking at the way his cheekbones suck in when he's sipping on the shared drink.

"Ooo fancy. I like it. My name is Louis William Tomlinson. Nothing special." He shrugs. "Anyways, how old are you?" He switched the subject.

"Your name is different and unique. I'm twenty four." I answered. "How about you, Louis Tomlinson?" I smirk whenever his name rolled off my tongue smoothly.

"I'm twenty six, m'old." He mumbled. "What do you work as? I'm a journalist, and am in marketing field." He informs.

"You're not old. I'm a baker!" I say excitedly. "I have jokes, do you wanna hear them? I'm great at telling jokes, I'm the master." I convinced.

Louis giggles and nods his head for me to continue. "Why did the baker stop making donuts?" Louis continues to giggle, and shrugs. "Cause he got tired of the hole thing!" I laugh alone.

Louis gives me a straight face, no humor written over it. "Don't tell me another one, please." He pleaded, trying to contain the smile he's fighting.

"What did the ocean say to the other ocean?" I pressed on.

"No.."

"Nothing! They just waved!" I laugh again, while Louis shakes his head. "Oh come on! Don't be such a beach." Louis laughs on that one.

"Okay," He raises his hands up. "That one got me. You're somewhat funny Harry Styles." Louis takes a sip from our drink.

"I'm a good person to go on a date with, aren't I?" I joke, causing Louis to blush. "Do you agree?" I asked, smirking cockily.

"Hmm I dunno. I have been through worse."  He rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"Tell me all about it, I have all night to hear your date stories." I take the drink away from his hand, sipping out of my own straw. "Go on."

"So, yesterday I went to this pizza restaurant where I was supposed to meet up with the guy. Once I sat down, he said 'I wanna slip my way into your life' and I was like, what the fuck. I just sat down and that's the first thing you say? I told 'em, you're shit at communicating." I laugh at that.

"He gave me old roses, and a crushed chocolate box. Then he asked for my number, and I just walked out. I couldn't stand that old bloke." Louis scoffed. "Then a few dats before that, a man took me out. It was going great until his fucking wife and kid show up!"

"Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you. You deserve to be treated better. A beauty like you should deserve a prince." Louis blushes.

"That's what my- umm that's what they said." He stumbled over his words. I furrow my eyebrows a bit, his what?

They said?

~*~

For the pasty thirty minutes Louis and I converse with each other nonstop.

"Are you okay?" I questioned, noticing how Louis took a deep breath. Louis looks at me with nodding.

"I'm go-" He gets interrupted with his phone vibrating violently on the bar, a ringtone to full volume. Louis reads the caller ID before answering. "Ni, what's going on? I'm busy right now." Louis spoke into the phone.

A few seconds later, Louis' eyes widen. "Oh my god! Are you taking him into the ER?!" Louis grabs his car keys on the bar. "I'll meet you there, bye love you." He hung up the phone.

Louis gives me an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry Harry, but an emergency just came up and I have to go." He looks like he's about to cry. "Look, this was fun and all and you are amazing. I'm sorry I ruined this." Louis apologizes, waving goodbye.

I was quick to shake my head. "I'll go with you. Maybe this date won't be ruined after all." I reassured.

"Sorry mate, nice seeing you!" He shouted running off. All my worries for him were dropped when I realized I didn't get his phone number.

Shit!

A/N
Longer than I expected, didn't know where to end it.

Thoughts??

~LouisSmolBean
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