Green Eyes, Empty Canvas (oneshot Series)

Green Eyes, Empty Canvas

Louis Tomlinson liked to paint.

He liked to fill canvases after canvases with beautiful colors. He liked to splatter his emotions over empty pages. Liked to explain what he felt with a piece of paper and a brush. Louis Tomlinson really liked to paint.

He had liked it since his mother bought him his first set of water colors when he was six.

He had liked it since he first touched a piece of crayon while sitting on a stool in his mum's kitchen on a hot summer day.

He had liked it since he drew his first tree which his mum had hung up on the fridge afterwards.

So when he took up painting as his major while applying for college, nobody was surprised. And when he managed to get a scholarship in UAL- one of the best universities for arts in UK- no one was surprised either. Louis liked to paint. Of course he'd get in.

So Louis liked to paint, and soon, he was going to get his degree for it.

He lived in a small flat in London --just a couple of blocks away from campus-- along with his best mate Zayn, who was a history major. All though it was a small flat, it was theirs and Louis liked it. He liked the old rusty walls and squeaky windows. Liked their worn out couch and the old squeaky bed he slept in.

He also liked his part time job at Marvalious, a small café just around the corner from their home. He liked the little red brick house with big wooden windows and old stained tables. He even liked the owner- Matilda- a woman in her seventies who talked about modern poetry with him. He liked the warm and welcoming feeling the café brought on a cold rainy day. He liked watching people pour into the shop, chattering away as they drank their first cuppa of the day. Some of them even smiled at Louis and he liked that.

But what he didn't like was the coffee itself. It was bitter and thick and it made him feel all heavy inside. He was better off with tea, really.

So Louis Tomlinson liked a lot of things. He liked the life he led, he liked the people he knew and he liked the friends he had. And he liked to capture all of these things on a canvas.

It's not that he didn't like to talk but he'd rather let his paintings do the talking for him. He wasn't that good with words anyways.

He liked quiet nights when he would just sit in front of his easel and paint for hours. He liked long walks on the empty streets of London and he liked eating pizzas while hearing Niall talk away about nothing and everything. He liked soft rainy days when the rain would fog up the windows and make everything blurry. He liked the grey clouds that covered the sky and made everything look dark.

So on a rainy day in mid-May, Louis Tomlinson wakes up feeling quiet happy. After all, it was raining. He likes the rain.

After getting ready for the day, he grabs his black umbrella and starts walking towards the café with a small smile playing on his lips.

The cold wind hits his face as he walks slowly along the empty sidewalk and soon enough, he finds himself in front of his favorite red brick building.

The sound of his rain wet shoes echoes throughout the empty place as he slips himself in. He could hear Matilda from the kitchen. Giving finishing touches to the goods she had baked for the day.

"Louis, darling is that you?" The woman peaks out of the kitchen and offers him a soft smile. "It's been pouring for a while now. Guess we are going to have a quiet morning today." She says.

"Good morning Matilda." He smiles at her in return. "Yeah, I think so too." 

"I know you've got a thing for days like this. Be a darling and go change the sign to open yeah? Then come to the kitchen. I already have your cuppa ready and I just fixed a fresh batch of muffins." She says as she disappears into the kitchen once again.