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]

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3. Harry's past

*HARRY’S POV*

I heard myself sink loudly once again before I opened my eyes. The fire in them had disappeared and it was utterly fear and sadness that was left in them. The memories of the burns as those horrible things were turned off on my back and I tried pulling myself together not to scream and cry, but I did every time they did it anyway.

“When I was about 13 years old…”

I trailed off; I didn’t know if I could actually do this. I was too scared to tell them, or I was scared of telling everyone but Esther. I was sure I could tell Esther everything. That’s what she had told me, and that’s what I had told her myself as well. I looked down at her. Her huge eyes were looking up at me already watery from the story I was about to tell. I sent her a smile and looked back up at the others when she had smiled back at me. Another deep breath…

“When I was 13 years old I lived with a very abusive woman. She would beat me up. Rape me. Verbally abuse me, and burn me…”

I looked at their faces, but the one I feared to see the most was my Esther’s, so I tried not to look at her.

“One day we were in a huge fight, I was scared and I felt the world about to break down in front of me.”

My eyes started flacking as I relived the memory. My eyes were soon closed and I saw the 13 year old version of myself in my old room in Manchester. I was scared and sad because the girlfriend I had back then had broken up with me. That’s when Amanda came into my room. She was beautiful. She really was. She was the woman I had lived with ever since I had left home. I think I was in love with Amanda, but I wasn’t sure. That’s what my girlfriend had been pissed at me for, and therefore had ended the relationship we had.

“What’s wrong Harry dear?”

Her older voice rang in my head and I felt as if all of this was real in front of me. I was a ghost in my memory as I tried to get myself out of there, but it was too late. I was bonded by her curse.

“She broke up with me Amanda… because of the things we feel for each other.”

I looked at the young woman. She was 25 years old, beautiful and what everyone would wish for. I wish I was old enough for her.

“Who?”

“My girlfriend Amanda. The girl I have been seeing ever since I moved in here.”

That’s all that took to make her pissed. That’s all that took to make me scared of her. She didn’t have any sanity, and if she did it was vanished by now. I heard her yell, scream and rip things into a million pieces. She was screaming words in another language. A language I didn’t speak.

“DO YOU HEAR ME STYLES?!”

I looked at her with big eyes; I had crawled up into my bed. I think I was hiding from her but I wasn’t really sure.

“I hear you Amanda.”

I didn’t get what happened at this point, but she sat in my bed and started ripping off my clothes as her lips were placed over mine. The feeling of her violating my body as she got her joy was disgusting, but I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to cry and scream. Make her get away.

Soon a pain I didn’t know about filled me. I was screaming out. Crying… I felt my skin burn under me and I tried getting her away from me, but it was impossible. The pain disappeared, but was soon back on my body. The smell of cigarette smoke was filling my lungs, and I opened my eyes and tried to move. I saw her face for a second, the joy that was written all over her face was scary and I started crying ever louder.

“HARRY!”

I heard Esther call my name out really loud. She snapped me back into the real world. I felt the tears streaming down my face and I saw them all staring at me, as I ran out of the room, but I heard her behind me. Esther… she was there with me. Following me all the way outside.

*ESTHER’S POV*

I saw him run out of the room and I knew that his memories had scared him too much to tell. He had had a flash-back, the thing we had talked about so many times when we had been on the phone in the evening.

“Harry!”

I called his name again after I had been running after him for a while. I saw him stop and sit down up the wall. My poor Hazza. So scared of the past that he couldn’t live the present. I sat down beside him without saying anything in the beginning, but after a couple of minutes I had to break the silence.

“Harry it’s just memories. They aren’t real anymore.”

“But the past is real little Esther.”

“I know, trust me I know better than anyone that the violated pictures that are running through our minds are real, but you don’t deserve them. You’re so innocent.”

This made the tears stream down his cheeks again. Life wasn’t fair, and I knew my dad had taught me that. I took his hand and looked at him.

“Harry you’re the closest thing I have to a friend, and I can’t afford to lose that. Not now, not ever.”

I knew Harry a couple of other friends. The boys he lived with. They were some of his best friends. Though I never really understood how they knew each other and little how they all ended up in London. One of these boys was from Ireland, another one from Bradford, third from Doncaster and last but not least the boy from Wolverhampton.

“I’m not gonna leave you Esther. Don’t worry.”

“Good.”

I rested my head on his shoulder and sat there till the rest of the people came out from the classroom and I knew support group was over for the day. 

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