Paper Planes {One Direction}

Esther Bane was a completely normal human being, and a beautiful young teenage girl, until the day of the tragedy. The day changed her in the blink of an eye, and she soon found herself in support group once a week, trying to wake up from her nightmare of what happened that night in London. The night of the murder. The night of the nightmare, that kept hunting her night after night. Though Esther does have one happy thing left in her life, and his name is Harry Styles.
*Male lead bears no/very little likeness to the real Harry Styles apart from appearance*
[One Direction non famous]


9. All the worries

The next couple of days were horrible. Harry didn't answer his phone and tried calling him at least twice a day, leaving message after message. There was only a week left for the great meeting and I still couldn't make the speech work out. 

I was sitting by my desk with a paper in front of me. I was drawing Harry because I had given up on the speech already. I took my phone out and called Harry again, yet again it went straight to his voicemail. 

"Harry, come on. I need you. It's been three days now, and everything is a mess. Let me please know you're okay. I need your help. Call me when you get this." 

I threw my phone on the table and went back to my drawing. I looked at the huge eyes I had drawn on the paper. 

I heard a knock on the door and my mum walked in slowly behind me. I had a great day today, but I still wasn't in the mood for her "you need to eat" talk. 

"How's your speech going?" 


"Do you want me to help your?" 

"You can't help me... I need Harry but he doesn't pick up the phone." 

"Isn't he getting better?" 

"He's acting weird mum, and I don't know what to do about it..." 

“Maybe you should go visit him? Get some time to speak with him about everything that’s going on with the two of you?”

“That’s what I tried Wednesday after Support Group, but he seemed so distant when he was here.”

“Do you want me to take you?”

“I don’t think it’ll help anything…”

I kept drawing his eyes as they were the only thing filling the paper out with perfection. This was the way I saw his eyes. So beautiful and happy, yet so filled with so much unknown pain. He was a mystery, but he was my mystery.

“You love him don’t you Esther?”

I looked up my mum a bit disgusted. I didn’t love Harry he was my friend. He was my only friend and my best friend. Love wasn’t a thing to exist in my world. The only one who was allowed to love me was my father, yet God left us as abandon kids and took my daddy with him.

“Love doesn’t exist in my world mum. Harry is my best friend and he deserves to be cleaned up from all of his pain. He’s scared of someone who hurt him badly in the past, but he’s having bad nightmares in time and I want him out of it.”


“Mate c’mon you can’t stay in there forever. You need to get out sometime.”

My housemate Louis was knocking on my door again. I had been hiding in my room ever since I got home from Esther’s place the other day. I couldn’t tell her the way I had been feeling about her lately. She was the first I had ever loved over the past 6 years, and I would never know how to explain it to her without hurting her or scare her away. And what had I done now? Hurt her for not telling what was on my mind and just fled when I had the chance.


“Not now Lou.”

“Harry please let me in.”

I got up and opened the door, but was fast back in my bed where I lay down under the covers and hid my face from him.

“Mate stop this. I know you have a rough past and that you’re trying to make everything better, but this has got to stop.”

“You don’t know what it feels like.”

“No Harry I don’t. But I know how it’s like to have tough days, but you’ve just got to move on okay. The past is the past, but you can’t keep hiding from it.”

“But what about Esther?”

“Is this what all this is about?”

“I hurt her Lou…”


”No you don’t get it. She’s so fragile, so vulnerable; yet I don’t even know her story, but it’s bugging her and I can’t let her vanish through my fingers, just like I’ve done with my own life. Trust me mate, I’m still scared of the past. I’m still scared of a lot of things, but the main reason I go to that Support Group every week is to see her, and make sure she’s still there. That’s the reason I’m calling her all the time. Besides… I’m the only friend that she has.”

“Then why won’t you pick up your phone when she’s calling Harry? She’s been calling you at least 10 times over the past days.”

“She has?”

“Yeah, you’ve just been too busy in here to be there for her. Look I know things are tough. They are for all of us in time, but maybe it’s just time for you to start fighting for you dream, instead of focusing on what’s been going on with you. Your medication has been working on you, and I’ve seen a big change since we first got to London a couple of years back. And honestly Harry, everyone’s been seeing them. So fight for your dream instead of this alright mate?”

“You’re probably right.”

“I always am.”

He smiled at me and gave me a hug that lasted for a couple of seconds. Louis was a good friend, actually he was my best friend, and we always had a good time whenever we were together. Louis had probably been the one to help me the most with everything. The others had been there as well, but not in the same way, and I think that was the reason I was so close to be ready to let go of everything. I had been feeling happiness and even forgot about the past at times, but the fear of leaving Esther behind was probably the one to drag me back down in everything once a week. I would need to tell her at some point, but I couldn’t fill her with anymore things right now. She had so much to think of and I just needed to show her that I was there for her as a friend. 

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