Green Eyes | Larry Stylinson ❀

The Meeting

"He had those kind of eyes that shone with the light of 'everything will be okay'." -Atticus

Everything about London is perfect. Despite the constant showers, London is quite big and adventurous. At least, that is what Louis has come up with. Most free days he spends walking around the park with Harry. Their favorite pass time is to sit on the bench and look out at all the people. Come up with their own version of everyone's stories. Sometimes, they'll head into downtown and get up on the ferris wheel, just having the strong urge to see the city from a Birds Eye view. There's usually never a dull day. Not when he's got his boy next to him.

Today though, it's different. Instead of the London showers drenching across town, it's snow. A thick blanket of white coating the trees and icing all the roads for the past few days. The temperature had dropped a couple more degrees just that morning, so it left them to remain bundled up indoors where the heater works full blast. They've been cozied up in front of the fireplace sipping hot chocolate and sharing a bowl of popcorn. Christmas movies have been on repeat since they woke up, despite Christmas being over weeks ago. But Louis is not one to ruin the mood.

About mid-day, Harry ends up receiving a notification that a package has arrived at the post office for him. Instead of remaining in the warmth of their apartment, he untangles himself from the blankets and Louis' arms to head out to get it. The package seemed important because nothing Louis said would keep him there on the couch with him. Not even the concern for the weather and the icy roads. But if there is one thing that Harry is, it's stubborn. Always set to his mind.

Ever since he left, the day seems to drag. The movie becomes a bore, and Louis' body grows cold. Harry has always been his personal furnace. His comfort. His home. He continuously checks the time to see how much of it has passed, and he's noticed that it's been almost two hours. But that's just kind of like what life is when Harry's not around. Slow. A drag. A waste.

Just as his eyes close, his cellphone begins to buzz. It's tossed over on the coffee table, and he reaches forward to grab it. He notes that the snow has returned from his brief glance out the window. Harry is the one who's calling him. However, upon answering, the sound of a stranger's voice comes on, and immediately there's a sinking feeling deep within his chest. Everything comes in like a whirlwind all at once, and his entire world completely flips over.

"Hello?" The stranger voices, "Is this Louis Tomlinson?"

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The venue still looks as Harry remembered. He had been there just a few months ago with his band, White Eskimo. They were competing in the battle of the bands, and the stage set up is the exact same one that he was standing on. Where he performed with his group of friends. Now he's back with Niall. For a concert, and it feels so surreal to know that the stage The Script is about to walk out on is the same one he did.

The two of them had arrived fairly early to set up camp at the front of the line. These tickets were gifted to Harry for his birthday, and it's always been a dream to see his favorite band live. Now that they're here, they plan to get closest to the stage. There are a lot of people around, but once the gate opens the majority of them run towards the merch line. They have no difficulty with walking through the place and heading up towards the barricade. The stage is so close Harry can almost see all the scratches and dents on the floorboard.

A DJ is set up to play music for the time being. People are slowly start to fill the place up, but there is still some time before the band walks out. Harry quickly leans over towards his friend and taps his shoulder, drawing in close since the music is rather loud.