The Matchmaker Part 1
Pairing: Larry Stylinson - Harry/Louis
Summary: Zayn thinks Harry goes out too little and sets Harry up for an appointment at a matchmaking agency where Mr. Horan will help Harry on the way to find his perfect match.
Harry looked up as Zayn busted into the room, bags flying all around him. Apparently somebody had gone shopping..
‘”Need some help there mate?” Harry asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Zayn looked up and gave him a heartfelt glare. “Shut up Styles. I’m perfectly capable of carrying these myself. Though you could help seeing as these clothes are for you…”
“What? Why would you buy clothes for me?” Harry looked shocked. Everyone knew Zayn mostly just cared about himself and buying clothes for another person is a huge deal when it comes to Zayn.
“You’re going on a date.”
Harry spluttered. “A date?”
Zayn nodded and put the shopping bags down on the couch next to Harry where he was sitting. “Well yeah. I got you an appointment with a matchmaking agency. All you have to do is meet up with one of the people from the agency, describe what you look for and they’ll find you a perfect match.” Zayn gave Harry a easy smile.
“And you didn’t even think to ask me about whether I wished or not to do this?” Harry felt anger building up inside him. Sure he didn’t go on lots of dates, and sure he didn’t get out as much as other people; but setting him up like this was mean and wrong and totally not okay!
“No.” Zayn simply stated and started pulling out clothes of the bag. There were 3 trousers, 4 new t-shirts and a pair of shoes. “So you’re meeting Niall, the man from the agency, at Deli De Luca in two hours. These are the clothes I bought. First set is for today, the next is for the date and the third is for the second date. The shoes are for first date, okay?” Zayn said, looking expectantly at him.
“And you’re just assuming I’ll go along with this?”
“Yes.” Zayn looked at Harry with a thoughtful expression. “Look Harry, you’ve been cooped up in this apartment for months now. You only ever go out if I drag you by the collar of your shirt! You sometimes even ask me to go to the store!” Harry looked offended, so he continued. “Harry, I only want what’s good for you, and I think a good shag is the perfect solution.”
“Well, I don’t want a useless shag.” Harry said stubbornly.
“Well then tell the Niall guy that you’re looking for a long term relationship then!” Zayn huffed and threw his hand in the air. “All I know is that you’re going and that’s final.”
Harry knew there wasn’t much to argue about when Zayn used that tone, and gave a sigh and nodded. “Fine, but I wont like it.”
“You don’t have to. I just want you out of the house. Now, lets try on these new clothes, shall we?”
//
Harry walked into the café, wearing a new pair of dark demin trousers and one of the new white t-shirts Zayn had bought him. On his feet were the white converses he loved. Harry looked around looking for the guy he was supposed to meet. Two tables down stood a blond man waving at him, so Harry assumed it was him and made his way down the tables to greet the bloke.
“Hi! I’m Niall Horan, but please just call me Niall, and I’m here to get you the perfect match,” the lad said in a business like voice, but still friendly, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it.
“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you.” He replied, trying to be polite. This guy was only here to do his job, no use in giving him an attitude because he was still irritated at Zayn for doing this.
They sat down at the table and Harry looked down and saw that Niall had put down a writing block on the table and was already writing.
”I have a sheet here which I need to fill out, so I’m going to ask you questions and you try to answer them, okay?” Harry nodded. “Let’s get started then,”
“Age, weight and height?”
“18, about 160 lb and 5 ft 10.”
“Alright,” Niall said, writing it down. “Do you work?”
Harry intertwined his fingers and laid them on the table. “I am a published writer?”
“That’s very good!” Niall said, looking up from the paper and giving Harry a wide smile. “Any hobbies?”
“I like to sing and take pictures? I don’t like clubbing much.”
“Have you ever been married, divorced, separated etc?” Harry looked shocked. “It’s a standard question.”
“None of those.”
“Would you mind if your guy have ever been married before?”
Harry sat straighter up in the chair, thinking about it before deciding to answer it truthfully. “Yes.”
“Okay.” Niall said, clicking his pen twice. “Do you smoke or drink a lot?”
“No.”
“Is there any interest you want you two to share?”
“Music”
Niall smiled. “What do you look like for in a boy?” Niall asked, and waited for Harry to answer.
If he was going on a date then he might as well enjoy it with a person he’d like, right? So Harry decided to go for it. ”I look for someone with a good sense of humour, nice smile and a fun personality. I like someone who takes care of their body, too.” Niall nodded, writing it down.
“Is there something specific you like? Hair colour, eye colour or height ?”
Harry took his time, and then replied. “I like brown hair and blue eyes. I don’t mind if he’s shorter than me. But as long as the person is fun and nice then it’s okay with me.” And then he smiled.
“Any preference as to what race or ethnicity he should be?” Niall himself hated this question. Asking someone if they outright didn’t want someone who wasn’t ethnic English felt wrong, but he then again he couldn’t set another guy up with a racist.
“No, everything is fine with me”
Niall smiled and looked up from his papers. “You have good taste Mr. Styles. I’m sure we’ll find someone who matches you perfectly. Is there something else you want to add?”
“It wouldn’t hurt if he was able to hold a conversation going?”
Niall nodded and gathered his papers and stood up, so did Harry. He shook his hand and bid him farewell, reassuring the man that he’d look closely for someone who had the traits the other lad was searching for.
//
It didn’t take Harry more than two days before he had forgotten all about the agency and Niall Horan, so he was pretty surprised when he got the call telling him Niall had found him the perfect match.
“Hello?” Harry answered the phone out of breath, having run around for about 2 minutes frantically trying to find the offending object that kept waking him up with an obnoxious ringing sound.
“Hi Harry, it’s Niall here.” There was a pause, and Harry tried desperately to remember where he’d heard the name before. “Niall from the matchmaking agency?”
It was as if a light switch was turned on and Harry suddenly remembered, and he got nervous. Maybe they hadn’t been able to find him a date after all ? “Oh, hello!”
Niall chuckled. “Forgotten me already? Tsk tsk. Anyways, I’ve found your match.”
“Harry, are you finished in there?” Zayn knocked on the bathroom door.
“Yeah, just let me.. ugh,”
“Are you okay in there?”
Harry sighed. This had to be the worst day ever. He was nervous. Yes, Harry Styles was nervous. He hadn’t been on a date for months and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was excited. “Yes, just kind of cut myself.”
“What?!”
“I fucking cut myself on the razor trying to shave. Bugger off Zayn!” Harry said getting slightly frustrated over cutting himself, and he heard Zayn huff and retreat to the kitchen where he was doing god know what.
Harry looked in the mirror. Great, he had blood dripping from the side of his chin, just what he needed. He sighed again and dabbed on a little paper, brushing his hair and stepped into the trousers Zayn had laid out for him on the chair before walking out of the bathroom with the shirt in his hand, not wanting to put it on before he’d stopped bleeding. He didn’t want to have blood on the shirt; that’d stir up all kinds of weird questions on the date. Maybe he could make up a story about saving a cat that was bleeding? No, that wouldn’t work. Harry thought as he stepped into the kitchen and saw Zayn ironing one of his blazers.
“Zayn,” Harry started cautiously. “What are you doing?”
Zayn looked up surprised, “Um, I’m ironing. What does it look like?”
“Being a housewife.”
“Oh shut it Styles. I’m doing this for you so be happy.” Zayn huffed, and pulled out the plug. “So, when are you going?”
Harry looked down at the watch on his hand, “Shit.” He looked up at Zayn’s amused eyes. “I have a date in 15 minutes.” Zayn nodded, and ripped off the paper Harry had put onto his wound, and Harry made a hissing sound. “You could be a bit more careful you know!”
Zayn shrugged, “Nah. But put on your shirt and this blazer.” Zayn said, heading for the hallway. “I’ll drive. Oh, and remember to put on those shoes I bought you!” Zayn called over his shoulder, keys hanging from his fingers.
//
Summary: Zayn thinks Harry goes out too little and sets Harry up for an appointment at a matchmaking agency where Mr. Horan will help Harry on the way to find his perfect match.
Harry looked up as Zayn busted into the room, bags flying all around him. Apparently somebody had gone shopping..
‘”Need some help there mate?” Harry asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Zayn looked up and gave him a heartfelt glare. “Shut up Styles. I’m perfectly capable of carrying these myself. Though you could help seeing as these clothes are for you…”
“What? Why would you buy clothes for me?” Harry looked shocked. Everyone knew Zayn mostly just cared about himself and buying clothes for another person is a huge deal when it comes to Zayn.
“You’re going on a date.”
Harry spluttered. “A date?”
Zayn nodded and put the shopping bags down on the couch next to Harry where he was sitting. “Well yeah. I got you an appointment with a matchmaking agency. All you have to do is meet up with one of the people from the agency, describe what you look for and they’ll find you a perfect match.” Zayn gave Harry a easy smile.
“And you didn’t even think to ask me about whether I wished or not to do this?” Harry felt anger building up inside him. Sure he didn’t go on lots of dates, and sure he didn’t get out as much as other people; but setting him up like this was mean and wrong and totally not okay!
“No.” Zayn simply stated and started pulling out clothes of the bag. There were 3 trousers, 4 new t-shirts and a pair of shoes. “So you’re meeting Niall, the man from the agency, at Deli De Luca in two hours. These are the clothes I bought. First set is for today, the next is for the date and the third is for the second date. The shoes are for first date, okay?” Zayn said, looking expectantly at him.
“And you’re just assuming I’ll go along with this?”
“Yes.” Zayn looked at Harry with a thoughtful expression. “Look Harry, you’ve been cooped up in this apartment for months now. You only ever go out if I drag you by the collar of your shirt! You sometimes even ask me to go to the store!” Harry looked offended, so he continued. “Harry, I only want what’s good for you, and I think a good shag is the perfect solution.”
“Well, I don’t want a useless shag.” Harry said stubbornly.
“Well then tell the Niall guy that you’re looking for a long term relationship then!” Zayn huffed and threw his hand in the air. “All I know is that you’re going and that’s final.”
Harry knew there wasn’t much to argue about when Zayn used that tone, and gave a sigh and nodded. “Fine, but I wont like it.”
“You don’t have to. I just want you out of the house. Now, lets try on these new clothes, shall we?”
//
Harry walked into the café, wearing a new pair of dark demin trousers and one of the new white t-shirts Zayn had bought him. On his feet were the white converses he loved. Harry looked around looking for the guy he was supposed to meet. Two tables down stood a blond man waving at him, so Harry assumed it was him and made his way down the tables to greet the bloke.
“Hi! I’m Niall Horan, but please just call me Niall, and I’m here to get you the perfect match,” the lad said in a business like voice, but still friendly, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it.
“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you.” He replied, trying to be polite. This guy was only here to do his job, no use in giving him an attitude because he was still irritated at Zayn for doing this.
They sat down at the table and Harry looked down and saw that Niall had put down a writing block on the table and was already writing.
”I have a sheet here which I need to fill out, so I’m going to ask you questions and you try to answer them, okay?” Harry nodded. “Let’s get started then,”
“Age, weight and height?”
“18, about 160 lb and 5 ft 10.”
“Alright,” Niall said, writing it down. “Do you work?”
Harry intertwined his fingers and laid them on the table. “I am a published writer?”
“That’s very good!” Niall said, looking up from the paper and giving Harry a wide smile. “Any hobbies?”
“I like to sing and take pictures? I don’t like clubbing much.”
“Have you ever been married, divorced, separated etc?” Harry looked shocked. “It’s a standard question.”
“None of those.”
“Would you mind if your guy have ever been married before?”
Harry sat straighter up in the chair, thinking about it before deciding to answer it truthfully. “Yes.”
“Okay.” Niall said, clicking his pen twice. “Do you smoke or drink a lot?”
“No.”
“Is there any interest you want you two to share?”
“Music”
Niall smiled. “What do you look like for in a boy?” Niall asked, and waited for Harry to answer.
If he was going on a date then he might as well enjoy it with a person he’d like, right? So Harry decided to go for it. ”I look for someone with a good sense of humour, nice smile and a fun personality. I like someone who takes care of their body, too.” Niall nodded, writing it down.
“Is there something specific you like? Hair colour, eye colour or height ?”
Harry took his time, and then replied. “I like brown hair and blue eyes. I don’t mind if he’s shorter than me. But as long as the person is fun and nice then it’s okay with me.” And then he smiled.
“Any preference as to what race or ethnicity he should be?” Niall himself hated this question. Asking someone if they outright didn’t want someone who wasn’t ethnic English felt wrong, but he then again he couldn’t set another guy up with a racist.
“No, everything is fine with me”
Niall smiled and looked up from his papers. “You have good taste Mr. Styles. I’m sure we’ll find someone who matches you perfectly. Is there something else you want to add?”
“It wouldn’t hurt if he was able to hold a conversation going?”
Niall nodded and gathered his papers and stood up, so did Harry. He shook his hand and bid him farewell, reassuring the man that he’d look closely for someone who had the traits the other lad was searching for.
//
It didn’t take Harry more than two days before he had forgotten all about the agency and Niall Horan, so he was pretty surprised when he got the call telling him Niall had found him the perfect match.
“Hello?” Harry answered the phone out of breath, having run around for about 2 minutes frantically trying to find the offending object that kept waking him up with an obnoxious ringing sound.
“Hi Harry, it’s Niall here.” There was a pause, and Harry tried desperately to remember where he’d heard the name before. “Niall from the matchmaking agency?”
It was as if a light switch was turned on and Harry suddenly remembered, and he got nervous. Maybe they hadn’t been able to find him a date after all ? “Oh, hello!”
Niall chuckled. “Forgotten me already? Tsk tsk. Anyways, I’ve found your match.”
“Harry, are you finished in there?” Zayn knocked on the bathroom door.
“Yeah, just let me.. ugh,”
“Are you okay in there?”
Harry sighed. This had to be the worst day ever. He was nervous. Yes, Harry Styles was nervous. He hadn’t been on a date for months and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was excited. “Yes, just kind of cut myself.”
“What?!”
“I fucking cut myself on the razor trying to shave. Bugger off Zayn!” Harry said getting slightly frustrated over cutting himself, and he heard Zayn huff and retreat to the kitchen where he was doing god know what.
Harry looked in the mirror. Great, he had blood dripping from the side of his chin, just what he needed. He sighed again and dabbed on a little paper, brushing his hair and stepped into the trousers Zayn had laid out for him on the chair before walking out of the bathroom with the shirt in his hand, not wanting to put it on before he’d stopped bleeding. He didn’t want to have blood on the shirt; that’d stir up all kinds of weird questions on the date. Maybe he could make up a story about saving a cat that was bleeding? No, that wouldn’t work. Harry thought as he stepped into the kitchen and saw Zayn ironing one of his blazers.
“Zayn,” Harry started cautiously. “What are you doing?”
Zayn looked up surprised, “Um, I’m ironing. What does it look like?”
“Being a housewife.”
“Oh shut it Styles. I’m doing this for you so be happy.” Zayn huffed, and pulled out the plug. “So, when are you going?”
Harry looked down at the watch on his hand, “Shit.” He looked up at Zayn’s amused eyes. “I have a date in 15 minutes.” Zayn nodded, and ripped off the paper Harry had put onto his wound, and Harry made a hissing sound. “You could be a bit more careful you know!”
Zayn shrugged, “Nah. But put on your shirt and this blazer.” Zayn said, heading for the hallway. “I’ll drive. Oh, and remember to put on those shoes I bought you!” Zayn called over his shoulder, keys hanging from his fingers.
//