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]


11. Back to the past

Harry came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He was kissing my neck as we were both looking into the mirror, seeing the fragile bodies. His hands were on my stomach. It hurt like hell that he was touching my cuts, but I didn’t saying anything about it, I just turned around and faced him.

“Let’s go get that coffee.”


He pulled some hair up behind my ear and smiled down at me before letting go.

I grabbed my shoes out in the hall, and wore a thin jacket over my clothes. Harry was in car over here, and he drove us to the nearest coffee place. We both ordered expressoes when we got there and sat down in the corner of the café. It was easier this way, because I wouldn’t feel that many people staring at me.

I sipped my coffee and looked out of the window. There was a beautiful view out over Battersea Park. I loved this area of London, it kinda reminded me of something. Maybe it was all of the good times I had had with my dad in the park.

“What are you thinking?”

Harry’s soft voice stopped my thoughts and I couldn’t help but look at him as I took another sip from my coffee. I knew I had been smiling, and this was exactly what he wanted me to.

“My dad used to take me to the café over there, in Battersea. It was our favourite place to go and we would always have a lot of fun together. I used to live on the other side of the park with him. He was my hero, and all of this just reminds me of how happy I used to be.”

“What happened to him Esther?”

My smile vanished and the fear filled my body again. I didn’t know if I could tell him. My body was shaking and the tears started filling my eyes and streaming down my cheeks.

“It was May 4th last year… Dad and I had been out for dinner at this fine restaurant with some people from his work. We were having so much fun, both at the restaurant and at the movies we went to later. We were watching The Avengers… when we left the movies we were having fun. I bumped into this strange guy. It was an accident and I of course apologized… I did it plenty of times.”

I felt like chocking myself. There were a lot of horrible pictures running through my head. I replayed the night in my head all from the laughs and to the gunshots that killed my father.

Harry moved up on the side of me and wrapped his arms around me. Somehow he seemed even more hurt than I was about this right now. His eyes were puffy and red as well and I just felt like hiding myself in him.

“The guy freaked out and my dad tried to pull me away. They got into a pretty huge fight when the other guy pulled a gun at my dad. This is where everything went wrong. I can’t really believe it happened. It is like everything freeze and you can hear every single sound around you as if it was a gunshot. Everything is happening so fast, yet it is so detailed printed into your brain. My dad was holding his arms up in defence or surrender, and the guy just kept yelling. I threw myself on the ground and tried to hide away from the man, yet I was too scared to leave my dad. It was coming to a point where I heard the trigger being pulled and there was nothing more to do. I kept screaming just until the gun was pointed at me and I fell to the ground. I heard the trigger again and I honestly thought I was dead, until I saw the gunman on the ground and some dressed up police man in front of me. I wasn’t too sure about trusting him though. It was awful… I ran to my dad but he wasn’t breathing and I knew by then that everything I had at the time had just been taken from me.”

I broke down, barely breathing and speaking from the anxiety that filled my body. I felt my body crash against Harry’s. I wasn’t in control of it anymore, and I just kept crying for what felt like ages.

When I finally calmed down it was like a huge hole was healing in my heart. It was like I all this time just needed someone to listen to what actually happened and not say anything, or maybe say something, but it was like I felt better by getting this off of my chest.



“I might not have known your father, or seen what you’ve seen, but I know one thing about parents and that is no matter who they are. He wouldn’t have wanted you to go through half the shit you’ve been through, and I’m sure that happiness can find a way back to you, just like it have done to me. But for happiness to come back you have to welcome it.”

“What does that mean?”

“You have to try being happy, you have to live your life even though these terrible things happened. This belongs in the past even though it’s marking your present, but life is a gift and you can’t just throw it away. Take your medication, get something to eat, speak with people, get out of the house and live your life. You’ve spent a whole year in the dark, but you felt better as soon as I became a part of your life. Keep your journal, but focus on what’s been good in the day. It’s been working for me. I don’t need treatment anymore Esther, I’m only in support group, because I’m scared you’re gonna fail healing if I don’t.”

“So you’ve been healed?”

“Ever since I started speaking more and more with you and we got closer, a little piece of me made me stronger, and I slowly build up happiness with a great deal of help from my house mates.”

“They sound like lovely guys.”

“They are… there’s this one guy at my place. He’s such a charming guy, and he really wants to take you there right now.”

I smiled at Harry for his cheeky comment and then got up from my chair soon followed by him and out of the café. 

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