Subject 306: L.S.

Chapter 8

Harry;

I set the note down, trying to figure out what to even say after reading that flimsy piece of paper. So many thoughts were coursing through my head but only one in particular really stood out among the rest, "He hates you!"  And that thought alone sent me into a fit of anger throwing the paper across the room in a crumpled mess. "Louis, I don't care if you hate me, or even told me to stay away I'm going to find your short ass" I mutter to myself as I rake my hand through my hair.

I quickly grab my cellphone and dial up Rick's number impatiently tapping my foot on the wooden floor of my small room. I plan on moving to a bigger home now that I have a chance, probably in a wooded area that's hard to find. It continues to ring until the line finally goes Silent. Damn. I take a seat in my office, not knowing what to do, I wipe the last tear from my eye,"I'm never going to find him" I groan as I shake my head, closing my eyes, letting the silence engulf me.

I felt a need to open my eyes for some reason, something was calling to me, so I did. My eyes glanced around the room until my eyes landed finally on my suitcase. Glistening in the low sunlight, maybe I can find him...

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Louis;

It's very cramped in here...

My arms were pinched to my sides as my body swayed with the 2 people on either side of me. They rescued us. I couldn't help but feel a warm tingling inside my chest at the thought of really being able to feel the grass break off between my fingertips.

I sigh as a lay my head back trying to get as comfortable as I possibly can, as a new thought comes to my head making my heart beat faster,"I wonder where Niall is...Is he here right now? What if he didn't make it?...What if they left him behin-" I stopped my train of thought quickly before I start tearing up. I'm just going to take a nap instead...

An hour later:

I feel a cold hand shake my arm trying to wake me up so I open my eyes groggily, looking around seeing the convoy nearly empty except for me and Niall who just smiled. I couldn't hide the blush that crept on my cheeks as he led me out the vehicle and outside to the entrance of an airport. I just stood there in complete awe,"Are we really leaving? Is this real?" I hugged him tightly feeling the warm tear kiss my face as they landed on his shoulder. He nuzzled his face into my hair as he replied,"Yeah, I have the tickets-" he kissed my forehead as he paused looking at me with a certain twinkle in his eyes,"To some flight going to some place called Brah-zill" he laughed with joy as he squeezed me once more, to which I smiled. His laugh could brighten anyone's day. "That's great!" I half heartedly smiled, a tinge of something missing still lingering in my heart, but I dismiss it. I'm finally free of torture, I need to be happy not only for myself, but for Niall as well.

We made our way to our gate number and awaited for them to call us up. This was exciting, going somewhere we've never heard of and probably can't pronounce, considering our lacking knowledge of the real world. We're smart, but we can only know so much after being locked up for years.

Apparently were meeting up with someone in Brazil to help figure out a job for us, to get us into the working field that pays decently enough for us to make a living. If we can even call it a living.

"Flight for UK to Brazil is boarding now, we'd like to accept any handicapped, disabled, elderly, and anyone with kids to board right now." I heard the stewardess announce over the intercom, I nudged Niall to get up with me, since we were technically disabled mentally and he's obviously disabled physically we qualified to get on first. You see, we will forever have PTSD, there is no escape from it, it has become us. We will have nightmares until we die, but we must learn to cope with it. And I'm willing to help him get through it, because I know he'll be willing to do the same.

We stand up and walk up to the middle aged woman, dress in a navy blue form fitting dress and a little too much red lipstick and tell her our situation to which she is shocked and allows us to board 1st class...whatever that means. As soon as we buckle up and listen to the well rehearsed lines of our stewardess we relax, and the flight takes off, leaving our rotten past behinds, wishing for a brighter future which may never come. We will never know, we will cross that path when we get there. Until then I will live in the moment...and in this moment I'm loving life. I sneakily move my hand to rest in Nialls flat one, feeling it immediately wrap around mines.

Maybe this is what love is...

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-DLL OUT

p.s. From here on out all the chapter will be edited. THERE THATS BETTER