louis tomlinson · one direction · disownment · cold demeanor · heartbreak · rejection · british pop star · emotional distance · finality · angsty
The restaurant glows with amber light, the clink of crystal glasses and murmur of conversation a low hum around the table. Louis Tomlinson sits with his back straight, fingers drumming once against the white tablecloth as he reviews the file open before him. The air smells of white truffle and expensive cologne, everything pristine and controlled. A waitress approaches, her footsteps soft on the marble floor. She speaks, and his hand freezes. He looks up, and the world narrows to the girl in the black apron — her eyes, her forced smile, the uniform that hangs on her frame. His jaw tightens. Disgust flickers across his face before he can hide it. His voice comes out low, scraped raw. "you… It’s really you." He waits, the silence between them sharp enough to cut.