3 weeks.
It's been 3 weeks since Louis went back to that part of the woods. Louis can't grasp the reason behind his sluggishness or his hesitation about going and enjoying the same beautiful view of his favorite spot. Although, a small explanation why has popped inside his head, but Louis likes to doubt that's the reason. But maybe he's been hesitant because there's a large house not even twenty feet away from where he would stand, not to mention the master of that huge house sends a shiver down Louis' spine; one of fear and curiosity.
Louis ran the side of his pointer finger over his bottom lip has he contemplated all of these strange and hasty thoughts in his mind, too distracted to notice that his uncle was looking at him.
"Are you alright, Louis?" Waltur asked Louis, taking his attention off of the newspaper in his hands.
Louis blinked his eyes a couple times and looked at his uncle with wide eyes, soon nodding his head with a little smile. "Of course...just daydreaming," Louis said.
Waltur gave Louis a doutful look, but he didn't say anything else. "Ah...alright," he mumbled, looking back at the article he was reading in the paper. Something interesting caught his eyes, causing him to humm in a mixture of surprise and sympathy. "What a shame".
His uncle's comment caught Louis' attention. Louis stood from where he was seated and moved beside Waltur on the couch, looking at the article Waltur was looking at. " What is it?"
"Well...today is the 14th year anniversary of Harry Styles' absence."
Louis furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Who's Harry Styles? "What are you talking about, Uncle? Who's Harry Styles?"
Waltur looked at Louis in shock. "You never heard about Harry Styles and the Styles family?" When Louis shook his head with an apologetic shrug of his shoulders, Waltur decided to explain everything to Louis. "Well...Harry Styles was the son of Des and Anne Styles. They were considered royalty but they were no where near so grand and wealthy. However, their wealthiness was pretty big. Des Styles was the owner of one of the biggest companies in all of England; I don't remember what the name of his cooperation was, though. Anyways, Anne was his beautiful wife and they both had two children. Gemma Styles was their first born and later on, Harry Styles was their second and last child."
"Well...what happened to Harry?" Louis asked.
"Nobody knows. You see...he disappeared the night his family died".
Louis gasped in surprised. "What happened to the family?" He asked.
"A fire started in their home. No one has a clue of what caused the fire. When the house was inspected, they found the remains of only three of the members of the family. After a while of investigating, they found out that those remains were of Des, Anne, and Gemma. So it was easily certain that Harry probably disappeared or wasn't there when the fire happened," Waltur explained.
"Wow," Louis gaped. "That is tragic. Do you know how old Harry was?"
"From what was said, he was 8-years-old."
Louis gasped. "Eight?! He was so young to be on his own. Do you think he's still alive?"
"I have the slightest idea, love," Waltur sighed, looking back at his paper. "You never know...maybe".
Louis would love to know.
~
"Hey, lads," Louis greeted Niall and Liam, closing the book he was reading to give them both a hug.
"Hey, Lou," Liam returned. "What are you doing in town? You just got a new book."
"I'm picking up some groceries from the market for dinner tonight."
