Charlie. (Larry Stylinson)

Glow.

Styles' Household.

[Dinner for three]

"Dad, this is Daniel." Louis thought he was mentally prepared to meet the boy behind his son's rosy cheeks, but it proved to be a little overwhelming once Daniel was actually standing before him. Charlie was growing up and venturing through his own experiences, while Louis was still stuck with the memories of a two year old clinging to him and always wanting to be held. However, he couldn't deny Daniel's appeal and the happiness, and gratitude, that radiated from him. It kind of reminded him of Harry, later on in their relationship of course. Charlie stood there with animated eyes and a sense of hopefulness.

"Louis Styles; nice to meet you," Louis said, shaking the minor's hand.

"So, what's this about a lake house?" Louis asked, cutting away at his steak. Admittedly, he was somewhat apprehensive about allowing his sixteen year old to leave the city without his supervision, especially with someone that Louis didn't know until now; however, he had to allow the trust to be there, to know that Charlie would be in safe hands during his time away.

"My grandparents' lake house, sir," Daniel began, wiping away the remnants of the steak sauce from the corner of his mouth. "It's a little under two hours from here. My grandparents only live up the road from the lake house. So, they're okay with it and will be checking on us from time to time." Louis nodded, taking a small sip from his wine. Charlie nervously awaited his father's response, knowing that though Daniel informed Louis of a lot, alone would be the only word that stuck out.

"Well, if you're able to get his head out of that journal, then you have my approval," Louis concluded.

"Yes sir," Daniel smiled, eyes shifting towards Charlie's direction. The green-eyed boy blushed for the umpteenth time since they've met. Louis could see the genuine meaning behind it.

"The dinner was lovely, Mr. Styles." Three hours had came and gone, a beautiful evening spent with conversation and photographs shared amongst one another. As much as Louis wanted to avoid bringing up Harry, due to his own unstable mentality, he did anyway; and Charlie saw to it that everything went smoothly.

"Please, don't hesitate to come by some time," Louis informed him, moving away from the door in order to give Charlie and Daniel their moment of goodnight and farewells. Charlie's gaze was on the porch below them, leaning back and forth on the tip of his toes. He realized, he did like Daniel. There was no point in fighting the inevitable.

"So, see you at school?," Daniel asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes. Charlie nodded; and he nearly found himself soaring when he felt Daniel's lips softly press against his cheek, lingering long enough to warm his blood and make his heart skip a few beats. He returned to his room, swooning, until he fell atop his duvet in a daze.

November 26, 1988.

This Thanksgiving was by far my favorite. Traditionally, there was a large feast and conversation between us all; but with more depth. We talked about the days in which my grandparents were young, how they met, and how their relationship has managed to withhold after all these decades [five decades]. Would you believe that my grandfather actually asked my grandmother to marry him only three weeks into their relationship? Of course she rejected the proposal, saying they were too young, and how she had goals and dreams. Eventually, she realized that she wanted him to be apart of those dreams. Six months later, he asked again. It's tales like those that keep me hopeful and give me something to hang on to. But whose to say that Louis and I will ever retrace the words of their story?

I'm currently atop the roof with nothing more than a sweater and my briefs on. It's kind of chilly, but I like it. I almost miss home a little and I miss my friends, but I'm sure they're enjoying the taste of dry turkey and their families' secret recipes. This reflective letters are getting shorter, I've realized. I think I need to experience more. I think I need a change.