Louis hummed when he walked into their warm home, placing his book on the shelf near the door and placing his hoodie on a hook near it. "Hello, Uncle Waltur."
Waltur cranes his head around to greet Louis with a smile, still in the same place he was when Louis departed. "Hello, Louis. How was it in town?"
"The same, per usual," Louis said and walked over to the small kitchen, ready to prepare dinner. The kitchen wasn't much but a small rectangle that was only seperated from the sitting room by this small island. It was enough for two people, though.
"Did you get a new book?"
"Not really. Jack gave me the one that I'm always reading," Louis said.
"Ah," Waltur chuckled, reading his book over the rim of his wire glasses.
Ask Louis was prepping the chicken, he asked Waltur a question after a few moments of thinking. "Uncle...?"
"Yes, Lou?"
"Do you think I'm odd?"
Waltur looked up from his book and over at Louis with a fond smile. "Odd? Who on Earth would think my nephew was odd?"
Louis sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't feel like I fit in. There's really no one I can talk to who feels the same way about life as I do," Louis admitted. It is true. Even though he is dear friends with Niall, Liam, and Jack, they weren't interested into adventure as much as Louis was. He wish he had someone who would understand.
"What about those three young men you always chat about?" Waltur asked.
"They don't understand what I feel. They don't find me odd, but they just don't understand."
"Hm...but what about that tall fellow? Blasted, what was his name? He's the American lad."
Louis huffed and rolled his eyes. "Richard?"
"Yes! How about Richard? He seems like a nice bloke. He's quite handsome too," Waltur chuckled.
Louis laughed and looked at his uncle. "Uncle Waltur, are you suggesting I take interest to dating him?"
"Well it's time for you to settle down and find someone to settle down with," Waltur spoke honestly.
"And Richard is the answer?"
"Why not? He's handsome and seems nice."
"He's handsome, but far from nice. He's rude and conceited and..." Louis stopped with a sigh. "Oh, Uncle, he's definitely not for me."
Waltur looked back at his book and flipped the page. "Well you can't just wait for Prince Charming. Our life isn't based off of a fairy tale, you know."
Louis bit his lip and smiled slightly. "I believe it is."
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It was the next morning and Louis' uncle had a fever. Louis woke up to the sound of someone gagging and coughing hysterically in their bathroom. When Louis got out of bed to go see what was going on, he saw Waltur crouched down over the toilet and throwing up last night's dinner. Taking his uncle's temperature after helping him get back into bed, Louis saw that Waltur in fact had a fever and it was causing him to be weak even more than what he already was. So Louis did everything he could to try to get that fever of 103 degrees to go down.
"I want you to drink all of this broth," Louis instructed the old man when he entered his room, placing a tray over Waltur's duvet covered legs with a bowl of chicken broth on it.
"I just drank the tea you gave me, Louis. Maybe I should eat something solid," Waltur suggested but still started to drink the broth as Louis instructed.
