Darkest Eyes - Larry Stylinson

2 - Eyes

A few minutes passed but the chair was still empty. People around the table had started to quietly talk with each other. No one seemed to be bothered by the fact that this Louis Tomlinson was letting all of them, including Zayn, wait for him. Just Harry was slowly getting more and more annoyed gazing at the watch around his wrist every ten seconds eager to finally begin. After what seemed like an eternity to Harry there was a loud knock on the door and a deafening silence fell upon the room all eyes on the entrance. "Come in." Said Zayn in a calm voice. The door opened and a man entered the room. Louis Tomlinson had brown feathery hair which ended in a loose swirl right above his forehead. He was wearing a suit with a black coat loosely hanging around his shoulders his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers. Because of the dim lighting Harry couldn't really see a lot of his slim face but the sharp cheekbones that were carved into his features. Tomlinson was silently standing at the end of the table looking directly at Zayn. A smile was playing around his thin lips as he slowly bowed his head seemingly enjoying all the attention he received. "Good to see you Louis. Please take a seat." Zayn pointed at the chair next to Liam, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted upwards. Harry was bewildered as he watched Tomlinson who was now walking towards the empty chair still without having said a word. Who was this man that Zayn greeted him so friendly even after being late and not apologizing for it? As he sat down Harry quickly looked away eager not to meet his gaze. Instead, his eyes landed on Zayn who was still looking at Tomlinson tough it seemed like he was in deep thoughts. Harry again was astonished by the way you could already sense the power this man had by just looking at him. The way he held himself, one hand elegantly resting on the table while the other one was at his chin his long fingers slowly stroking over his bottom lip. When he saw him like that, so deep in thoughts, Harry always wondered what was going on in his mind. "Shall we start now that everyone has arrived?" Liam finally said glancing hesitantly at Zayn who just all so slightly moved his head to signalise him that he could continue. And with that Liam as always started the meeting, talking about what has been happening lately. Every now and then Harry's eyes darted to the new arrival, who was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, looking down at his lab seemingly uninterested. Harry tried his best to not be annoyed by this too much however he couldn't help himself but feel a bit of anger bubbling up inside him. Just the way Tomlinson was sitting there acting like he was better than everyone around him and that he was too important to be bothered with what was said made Harry question all the amazing things he had heard about this man. He dragged his gaze away from the small figure in front of him, focusing on Liam who was still speaking. After a couple of minutes, he realised that it was useless. He didn't know exactly why but he just couldn't seem to concentrate on what was said. It felt like the energy in the room had shifted the moment this Louis Tomlinson had entered. Harry dared to again look at the man before him. His posture hadn't changed the slightest bit from before, still looking uninterested. What was it about this man that bothered Harry so much? Why couldn't he keep his attention away from him? Without thinking about it Harry let out a small sigh, which he regretted immediately. The noise made Tomlinson look up and Harry's heart skipped a beat at the sight before him. He was met with a pair of piercing blue eyes staring right back at him. A smirk spread across Tomlinson's face as their eyes met and Harry quickly looked away. His throat suddenly felt dry and his whole body tensed. Something was off about this Louis Tomlinson. Something just didn't feel right. These eyes, Harry had never seen something like it. Because even though Tomlinson's eyes were of a bright blue colour, they held more darkness than the darkest eyes Harry had ever seen. And even with the smirk plastered on his face his eyes were cold and empty. No emotions lying beneath them. Harry couldn't help himself but feel a bit scared of the man right in front of him. What must happen to a person that their eyes become this lifeless and cold?