"Louis is starting to really piss me off," Richard growls, taking a swing of the half empty beer in his rough hands.
Ever since Louis threw him out of his house, Richard has been so uptight and relentless. He would yell at Zayn more than usual (not like the said bloke ever protested) and he would take random birds and take his anger out on them any way he saw fit (not like they ever protested).
"Are you still mad about Louis tricking you?" Zayn cackled at the memory, but stopped when he was slapped in the back off his head by Richard's almost empty beer bottle.
"I mean...how can that little minx reject me? I was humiliated!"
"Rich, you have to pull yourself together. It's odd seeing you so worked up over some boy," Zayn scoffed.
"He's not just some boy, Zayn. He is the most beautiful person walking in this town and a beautiful man like me needs someone like him to inhance my good looks. Duh, it's basic logic," Richard explained.
"Maybe you're right," Zayn agreed, but mentally shaking his head in disapproval.
Zayn may be a big kiss up with Richard but he definitely doesn't overlook it when he sees how wrong he can be sometimes. Zayn, however, doesn't interfere with Richard's ego. There's no use.
"There has to be something done," Richard states, contemplating on what he would do to win Louis over.
"And what's that?"
Richard didn't answer right away. After a few moments, said man's lips slowly wrapped up into an evil-like smirk, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. "Oh...don't I have a plan just for him."
~
"How are you feeling today, Uncle?" Louis asked Waltur, placing his hand on the old man's sticky forehead. His fever went down slightly ever since he'd gotten sick, but he's still a bit under the weather.
Waltur coughed dryly and managed to give his worried nephew an assuring smile. "I'm fine, Louis. I feel much better, thanks to you." Waltur took the hand that was on his head and brought it to his quivering lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. He squeezed Louis' hand tight before released it.
Louis smiled down at Waltur fondly and nodded his head. "Good." Louis stood up from the bed and tucked the warm quilt covering his uncle tighter around the man's shoulders. "Now I am going to go make dinner. You just rest. And call me if you need anything," Louis added before leaving Walturs room, leaving the door wide open so he could hear him easily if he needed him.
The smile Louis had on his lips faded the moment his back was turned from his uncle. His worries for the old man have been growing more and more. He fears that one day, he will go into that room to check up on Waltur and he won't wake up. Louis' chest starts to tighten as he prepares dinner for the two of them. Waltur is all Louis has right now. The thought of being alone in this little house makes Louis shiver in the most displeasing way.
"Come on, Louis. Get yourself together," Louis scolds himself when he started to feel tears welling up in his eyes. Louis wiped his eyes with the towel that was over his shoulder and continued to make dinner. He couldn't allow Waltur to hear him crying.
~
The next day, Waltur was feeling much better than he was for the past few days. He was still slow when it cane to him migrating from place to place in their small home, but he wasn't warm anymore and his voice didn't sound as week as it did before. That was a huge relief for Louis more than Waltur.
"Hey, Uncle," Louis called from the kitchen when he was washing the few dishes in the sink.
Waltur was in his usual spot in the living room with a new book in his hands from the library. Louis would occasionally bring his uncle back a book from the library whenever knew books came. Waltur greatly appreciated it every time. "Yes, Lou?"
"The Styles family...do you happen to know what they all looked like?" Louis has been doing as much research as he could regarding the Styles family and the infamous missing Harry Styles but he could never find what they looked like. It's been eating at Louis' brain ever since he heard about the family.
"Well...I am not really familiar with was Des looked like but I do know that Anne and both her children all looked similar," Waltur responded, his eyes still glued on his book.
Louis hummed as he dried his hands on a towel and plopped it on the counter. He walked over to a spot next to his uncle and faced him with his legs crossed. "Really?"
"Yes. They were quite a beautiful trio. Anne was so breathtaking. She had a pretty white smile and her hair was black and reached her shoulders, her skin slightly tanned. As for the kids, they were so adorable. Gemma's eyes were so big and you could always tell that she was a strong young lady just by the way she smiled. Harry, on the other hand, kind of stood out the most. His eyes were big and green. The prettiest green there is in the world. He had dimples too. Also his hair was blonde but as he grew up, you could tell that it was beginning to turn a light shade of brown with curls. That family was indeed a beautiful one, Lou. That's what makes their story even more sad."
Louis listened to every word his uncle spoke, completely fascinated. It is such a sad story about what happened to those poor people. And Harry is still missing. He's either alive or dead, and the thought is very unsettling in Louis' tummy. "Wow...that is very sad. They seemed like very good people."
"They were. Des and Anne would participate in anything that had to do with charity work and so did the kids. They never hesitated to help out," Waltur explained, taking off his glasses and laying them on his (now) closed book. He smiled fondly before he started to speak again. "Des and Anne would make Gemma and Harry learn at least two instruments to master at. Gemma was quite good at the chello and piano. Harry was also good at piano but he was a master at guitar. Even at his young age, Harry would make up his own little tunes. Of course, he was a little bit of a show off so he would play that thing for as many people as he could. With all of the technology in the world, his talents got around quick."
"That's amazing," Louis spoke truthfully. "I bet they would have grew up into amazing adults."
"In all honesty, love, I feel like Harry is still alive," the older man confessed, nodding his head when he saw Louis look at him in surprise.
"Really? How so?"
"I just have a strong feeling that one day, Harry Styles will pop up out of no where."
Louis honestly felt the same way, and that just spiked his interest more than it already was.
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[Author Note: Yes...I am in fact alive and I am updating. This one kind of sucks but I have something great planned. Plus, I really wanted to get this chapter out of the way. Comment and tell me what you think is gonna happen. Maybe it will...]
~Liam_Payne_Crave xx
