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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2. Support Group

Mum pulled the car up in front of the school we were gathering at. I raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes when I stepped out of the car and was followed all the way up to the door by my mum. Seriously how old did she think I was?

I didn’t even have to walk inside the doors before I saw Harry. I had seen him through the glass door, and for the first time in a week I felt a smile appear on my lips. It was an amazing feeling and the little spark of happiness filled me once again.

“I’ll see you in an hour Esther.”

“Sure?”

I opened the door and walked inside to see my cupcake waiting for me.

“Harry!”

He smiled at me and soon we were wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling that little spark of happiness that was always able to fill both of us for an hour a week.

“Esther. You okay?”

“No it’s been a tough week, I didn’t get much sleep.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Are thing ever gonna get better with you Hazza?”

“I hope so. It’s you I’m worried about. Did you lose weight again?”

He looked down at my skinny legs and I copied his face and bend in my back to look at the skinny sticks I called my legs.

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you eaten?”

I looked insecure in the ground and started biting my bottom lip. I hadn’t eaten today, but I did eat a meal yesterday… or I ate an apple, but for me that’s a meal.

“Esther! When was the last time you ate?”

“About 24 hours ago…”

“Esther! You can’t do this to yourself! You’re gonna end up dying.”

“It seems better than living right now Harry…”

“Don’t say that.”

He wrapped his arms around me again and kissed my forehead.

Being traumatized for me made me scared of all bonding, but it was different with Harry. I couldn’t lie to him, I couldn’t be angry with him, because somehow he had been a missing puzzle for my jigsaw to solve the rest of it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just take care of yourself little caterpillar.”

“I try my very best.”

“Good.”

He smiled to me, and let go before we walked down into the classroom we were supposed to be in.

“Harry! Esther! Good to see you both here. Take a place in the circle.”

I looked at the psychologist, Anna, who was standing in the centre of the circle trying to drag attention towards herself.

Soon everyone was sitting in the circle looking at each other. I didn’t know the names any of the people here besides Harry, Anna and that little girl Talia. She was somehow adorable, yet I couldn’t help but feel really sorry for her. She was nothing more than 12 years old, and suffered from a deep depression that she had a really hard time getting out off. She was sitting on the other side of the circle and I could see her scars and wounds from my seat beside Harry.

“Thank you all for being here today. It is God blessing that you are all still here, as we try to wash you clean for all of the pain that has been filling your bodies for a long time, and has left you big ugly scars that we are trying to cover up. Sharing experiences and stories will help you in the future, to think of these things, and try to recover from the pain you will be feeling in the moment. Who would like to start by sharing their latest story?”

Everyone was looking in the ground, neither of us wanted to start. I especially didn’t want to. Actually I hadn’t even shared my story yet. Harry didn’t even know why I was there, but he could sure tell that there was a huge pain inside of me.

“What about you Esther Bane?”

“Pass.”

“Esther will you ever open up for those big dark thoughts that are eating you up from the inside?”

“I said I’ll pass.”

I heard a sigh from Anna, before she moved on to some dressed up emo kid, who was complaining about how he had gotten depression and felt like the world was against him. It was a bit of cliché. Not that everyone was like this, but a lot of them became it after a while. It was like they forced themselves to be scared. Especially this kid was like this. I listened to everything he had to say, even though I in reality didn’t care. I didn’t care about any of this, besides Harry.

“That is very brave of you to share this with us Kent. I’m glad you’re still here, breathing this beautiful air, and making us all believe that your fight is still worth fighting. Is there anyone else who would like to share their stories?”

I saw Harry raise his hand. I had heard some of his story before, but I knew there was a lot of things he hadn’t told us yet, and that he scared telling a lot of it. He got up from the chair, but sat back down fast. The tight black jeans suddenly looked loose on him and his knitted dirty white shirt was suddenly even bigger on his skinny body. He looked fragile, hurt and reminded of the things that were buried deep inside of his mind and tearing his soul apart. He took a deep breath and got up from the chair again. This time ready to speak whatever painful memory he had dug up from his deep mind. He looked down at me; I could sure tell that it was only a matter of time before he would be crying his eyes out. He was scared to death, of the horrifying feelings that felt him up inside, and for a moment I was sure that he wasn’t the Harry I knew, but someone else, someone different, maybe the little kid, who was terrified for his past. He was the kid that felt haunted. My poor Hazza.

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