Louis and Harry took their seats at the back of the classroom, dumping their bags next to the chairs.
"I don't understand why Niall can't just erase everyone's memory," Harry whispered whilst taking his books out his rucksack.
"I asked him, a few days ago, and he said that if he erased all the memory, then we'd die and all our younger siblings would die," Louis explained. "Basically everything that happened after our birth will have never happened, you know," He added.
"Oh," Is all Harry could manage.
"Yeah, I mean it would be better for everyone if we died but, but we can't," Louis had tears in his eyes, He wanted to kill himself. If he did his sisters would have friends, they wouldn't be bullied. His mother would be able to go to the shop without being laughed at and pointed at. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Louis small frame.
"Don't you ever think like that," Harry mumbled into his ear. Louis had forgotten that all five boys were telepathic. They could talk to and hear each other within a few meters.
"I'm sorry but it's true," Louis sighed. He packed his bag and stood up.
"Skip?" Harry asked and the other boy nodded.
"They won't even notice," Louis muttered as he walked out the room. No one even looked up, not even the teacher. They were all too scared to look at them, the teachers were too scared to call home, and it was all because of one tiny mistake. When the boys were popular, and no one knew about their powers.
"Where do you want to go?" Harry looked at Louis.
"Away," Louis replied, smiling sadly. Harry nodded and told Louis to wait for him near the water fountain. Harry disappeared and came back with the other boys.
"We're leaving?" Niall quizzed.
"I just want to go somewhere quiet for a while," Louis admitted. Liam, Niall, Zayn and Harry all agreed with Louis.
"Should we go then?" Liam questioned, opening the schools side door. They all moved out the door.
"Boys shouldn't you be in school?" A firm voice asked, each boy turned to face the teacher. The lady shouldn't shrunk a little, she nodded then quickly shuffled away from the five.
Niall was almost in tears, he kept his head down and carried on walking towards Liam's car.
"Niall, hey buddy, why are you crying?" Zayn put his arm round the blonde boy.
"She, she, I've d-done n-nothing-g a-and s-sh-she h-hates us, s-she's ssss-ss-so a-afraid," Nial stuttered. Zayn kissed Niall's temple (Not in a romantic way, in a best friend caring way)
"Don't let them get to you," He spoke. Niall nodded. All five boys climbed into the car and put their seat belts on. Liam was driving, Zayn in the passenger seat, Niall in the back behind Zayn's seat, Louis in the middle and Harry behind the drivers seat.
"Where are we going?" Liam asked, slamming his hands onto the wheel.
"We need money first," Zayn pointed out. Liam drove to his house, and told the boys to wait. Liam returned later with a bag, filled with clothes.
Liam drove to each of the boys houses and allowed the ten minutes to collect their things and then leave a note for their families. Louis was last. He got out of the car and walked into his house. He jogged up the stairs and climbed up the ladder into the loft, where he was forced to live. He grabbed a bag and folded clothes into it, jeans, chinos, jogging bottoms, tops, hoodies, jumpers, socks, underwear and shoes.
Louis then took all the money he had from his money box, quite a decent amount. £650. He then grabbed a marker pen and started to write on one of his bedroom walls.
I need some time, to get my head together, so I'm leaving. I'll come back in a few months, when I'm feeling better. I feel hated, I feel unwanted and I know that leaving is best. Goodbye Lottie, I'll miss you loads, and you too Fizzy.
Phoebe and Daisy, don't let the bullies get to you and mum, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for being different.
Love, Louis xxx
Louis' family was one of the most accepting families of all the boys, so it was hardest for him to go, but he wanted what was best. If that meant leaving, he'd have to leave.
"Louis, Liam's getting mad," Harry said, leaning against Louis' wardrobe.
"I don't want to go," He mumbled, not even turning around.
"I know but like you just thought, it's best," Harry walked over to him and wrapped his arms round the older boy's neck. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.
"We will come back, won't we," Louis was crying, his head pressed firmly against Harry's chest.
"Of course we will Lou, when the time is right," He whispered. "When the world will forgive us,"