Love At First Type ~ COMPLETED

“Username?” Liam shouted from across the room. Harry groaned and rolled onto his stomach, burying his head into his pillow.

It turns out that Louis’ ‘brilliant’ idea was brilliant to everyone but Harry who is completely opposed to the idea of online dating.

‘What’s the point anyway?’ Harry thought. ‘You meet a bunch of people who may or may not be lying about their entire life and see if they’re compatible to you?’

“Hm… It has to be simple, yet it has to stand out,” Eleanor put in her thoughts.

“How about… JustYourNormalGuy?” Niall suggested.

“Ooh, that’s good,” Perrie agreed.

“Password?” he asked next.

“Just type his usual!” Zayn shouted back.

“How do you guys know my password?” Harry snapped profound.

“Um…” Niall stuttered.

“Wedon’tknowyourpassword…” Zayn said extremely fast. Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back on the headboard of his bed letting the situation slide.

“Alright, bio?” Liam called out.

“I got this one!” Louis said. Louis pushed Liam out of the desk chair and wiggled his fingers over the keyboard. He began to slowly say everything he was typing to fill out Harry’s biography. “Likes romance films such as Love Actually and has a laid back style. Loves cats, but would much rather prefer to not be forever alone. Quite the charmer and would be glad to find someone who likes him for who he is and not what he does… There!”

“Wow, Louis. You really put down all of my best qualities…” Harry exaggerated.

“I’d like to see you make your own bloody biography!”

“I want no part in this,” he mumbled.

“Well, it’s too late because everything is pretty much set up. You just need a profile picture,” Liam informed him.

“Just set it to default or something.”

A few clicks later, Harry’s new perfectmatch.com account was all set up and ready for using. Now the boys just needed to convince him that this was a good idea.

“C’mon Harry. All you have to do is search your matches every once in a while and start a chat room with them. If you’re ready to meet them, you can set up a date. This way you know a little about the person before you go out. It’s brilliant!” Niall said.

Harry, however, was unconvinced that he would find the love of his life through some online dating website. It was all too surreal to think that it is in any way possible.

He mumbled a few words into his pillow too gibberish for the guys to understand before lifting his face from the pillow.

“How are you so sure that this is going to work?”

“Well, if I did my research correct, and I go by the words of Culbreth, then I know that ‘Dating is a numbers game, and online dating has the best odds,’” Zayn quoted. Perrie gave him a loving look and leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Wow, Zayn. I knew you were deep, but that… that was beautiful man,” Louis pretended to cry. Harry glared at the two before taking the quote into consideration. Could it be possible that he could find a new person to love as he once could before? Or was this all just another plan that is sure to blow over quickly?

“Hey, you said you would try, and this is the best we could do other than speed dating. Which, by the way, is still an open option.”

Harry shuddered at the idea of speed dating. A bunch of girls lined up to have just sixty seconds with him. He wouldn’t be sure who was a fan or who was actually trying to be with him for him. He doesn’t want just any girl; he wants a girl who can understand him, and love him for who he is just like… her.

He groaned in frustration as he realized that he had to do this. Not just for the guys, but for her. It won’t matter how many times he has to remind himself that, so long as he fulfills his promise.

The curly headed Brit pushed all thoughts of her into the back of his mind, locking them away for safe keeping so to speak. He ushered Liam out of his desk chair as he stared down at the empty screen with the outline of the site.

Though he wasn’t too familiar with this site, he hit button labeled, ‘Find my match,’ in bold, red caps. Immediately, he got a ton of matches. Evidently, the boys knew just how to fill out the information as if Harry were the same boy he was but two years ago.

Flabbergasted was the expression played on Harry’s face. A lot has changed in Harry’s life since the event. There were many minor errors in his info. Not wanting to hurt the boys’ feelings, he decided to change the settings later when the boys weren’t all crowding around his Mac.

“Oh, shoot! We have to get going, Per!” El shouted suddenly.

Perrie glanced down at the small digital clock at the bottom of the computer screen. “My gosh! We’re late!”

“It would seem so. I’ll see you tomorrow, Lou!” Eleanor kissed Louis goodbye while Perrie did the same to Zayn. Harry had no idea what they were late for, but he didn’t seem to even notice the two girls leave.

The boys decided to stay and help Harry figure out the configurations of the website. None of the boys really knew how to, but it’s better to have some help than none at all. Harry could have used some when the boys decided to give him space.

Scrolling through what seemed like an endless list of female suitors that would have fit Harry’s high criteria if he had only been the same boy the guys had known. Now, his poor soul was looking at a bunch of girls who were nothing like he had expected.

It was getting late into the night, so the boys decided to order in pizza and have one of those historic guys’ nights. It seemed like forever since they had actually had a good guys’ night with the whole group together, and that was pretty accurate.

They stayed up late, watched a few films, cracked a few jokes, and overall they really just enjoyed the full company of one another. It is moments like these that the Directioners miss. The boys knew it too. For a while, it almost felt like One Direction was going to fall apart, yet the boys managed to pull through. They couldn’t imagine letting their fans down and ending their careers so early in.

Soon, all of the boys were passed out on the couch. It was a wonder, all of them sleeping peacefully in the same room. On their past few tours, the boys had all requested separate hotel rooms based off of small differences and unresolved petty issues. Managing to be able to go from broken to nearly being fixed just didn’t seem likely, yet the present seemed to prove everyone wrong.

~
Liam, per usual, is the first to wake on this fine January morning. He stretches his arms up over his head, letting out a quiet yawn. Looking down at his band mates sleeping so calmly next to each other brings a smile upon his face. Slowly removing himself from under Louis’ leg, he walks to his personal room to get ready for the day.

Louis is the next to wake up, not too soon after Liam’s wake. The energetic ball of sunshine has devious plans on ruining the other boys’ slumber as he scuttles off to his room to change quickly.

The other three, however, are much harder to wake up. You would have to go to desperate measures to be able to wake up Harry or Zayn. With Niall, simply make him food or at least bribe him and he’ll be up and ready before you can set the table. So as normal, the three boys continue to enjoy their beauty sleep.

This doesn’t last too long as Louis sneaks out of his room ready to jump on Niall, his latest target.

“Louis!” Liam scolds in a whisper yell as he seeks out his companion’s plan. “Let them sleep.”

“But they look so innocent,” Louis complains. He ignores Liam, as he gets closer to his goal.

“Louis,” Liam threatens. “I’m warning-”

“NIALL FOOD!” Louis cuts him off completely oblivious to the words that just came out of the boy’s mouth.

“Huh? What? Food?” the Blondie shoots up from his place on the couch.

“Sorry, Nialler. Its just Louis,” Liam informs him. The Irish boy pouts at his charismatic friend. “I suppose if we all get ready, we could go out to Starbuck’s.”

“Yay!” he claps his hands together.

“Help me wake them up first!” Louis says.

Niall starts to jump on Zayn and Louis on Harry while Liam just stands there shaking his head wondering why he ever agreed to be in a boy band with this lot.

Zayn merely turned his body over and dug his face further into the pillow. On the other hand, Harry was gasping for air as Louis accidently stepped on his chest.

“Louis, c’mon mate, really?” Liam scolded as he went over to Harry and refreshed his memory on how to breathe.

Louis just shrugged his shoulders and moved on to Zayn, but before Louis could do anything, Zayn pulled on Louis’ legs, tripping him from behind. Louis fell hard on his fit bum. He stared at Zayn in astonishment.

“Don’t even try,” Zayn mumbled as he rolled back over on his stomach and shoved his face into the pillow.

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