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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6. The Secret

I sat down on my bed. Harry hadn't moved yet and I was scared that I might have scared him a bit too much with the story about the gun. Harry was staring at the paper on my desk. I had a huge stack of it as I never wanted to be without it. 

"Do you mind?" 

"No please share something with me." 

He took a piece of paper and ripped it into smaller pieces. At first I was in shock, but when I saw his hands fold and work I couldn't help but getting a little fascinated. 

It took him nothing more than a couple of minutes before he threw a mini model of a paper airplane in my direction. The little plane was flying innocent around my room and landed beside me on the bed where it was soon joined by Harry. 

"You know what the beauties of these are?" 

He held out the little plane he had just made as he was looking down and me, smiling because of the silent music I had just put on from my phone. 

"They can symbolize so many different things, but to me it's the symbol of freedom and my dreams of travelling the world as a singer." 

"Singer?" 

I looked at him with big question marks as eyes.

"I've always enjoyed singing, I just never got the chance to do it, at least not after I left Holmes Chapel." 

"Why did you even leave?" 

We lay just like we had done about an hour earlier on the sports field behind the school. Close to each other but without really touching even though we were close to each other in my bed. 

"Because I tried living my dream and it got me to where I am today." 

"My poor little Hazza. So misunderstood and yet such a beautiful human." 

"Esther?" 

"Yes Harry?" 

"Will you ever tell me the full story of what happened?" 

"Maybe someday..."

"Do you trust me?" 

"Yeah of course I do!" 

He smiled as he thought of my words for a second. I enjoyed seeing him like this as he was working with his thoughts and tried to make everything happy and perfect. 

"You know you're a very talented girl right?" 

"Huh?"

"Your drawings." 

"Oh...." 

"Esther?" 

"Yeah Harry?" 

"I should really go home."

"But you just got here." 

"I know, but something's telling me I better get going. It will be for the best in the end." 

My face expression changed. What could possibly tell him that leaving was gonna be the best in the end? Who knew what would be best in the end besides the God that abandoned us all? 

"Who would ever tell you such things Harry?" 

"Me..." 

I looked at him shocked. Somehow it felt like I was choking. It made me sick that he would ever think such things. 

"Why?"

The word that could barely get out managed to climb over my lips and come out as a fragile whisper. 

"I don't think I can tell you Esther..." 

"Don't you trust me?" 

"I do Esther! Trust me I do! But I don't want to hurt you." 

"Then what is it exactly you're trying to do right now? Leaving me behind - hurting me - so I won't get hurt in the long run?" 

"It's not like that..." 

"Explain yourself..." 

He sat up in the bed and looked at me with a vulnerable face. He seemed scared of his own thoughts. 

"Don't be angry with me when I've told you okay?"

"Okay?" 

"No you have to promise me." 

"I promise you I won't be angry with you." 

"Good." 

He was biting his lip and looking at me. It was obvious to me that he was having a big discussion with himself. 

“Sorry I really need to get going Esther. I’ll call you soon.”

He got up from the bed and left the house. I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or what else I should do.

My mum came into my room shortly after Harry had left the room.

“What happened, Esther?”

“Just leave me alone, I don’t want to talk about it…”

“Are you coming out to get some dinner?”

Just the thought of food made me sick. I ran out into the bathroom and locked the door. Tears were streaming down my face and felt the emptiness of my stomach pulled together and tried getting something out of my system. The only problem was that the only thing that could get up was the gastric acid or the water I had gotten today.

“Esther!”

My mum was knocking on the door as the sound of my vomiting was unable to cover.

“Esther open the door! And for God sake start taking your medication! This is gonna kill you.”

I sat down as soon as I stopped vomiting.  My head hurt and I wanted to stuff myself with painkillers, but they had been taken away and locked inside a box in my mum’s room. The only place in the house that was always locked.

“Esther, please open the door.”

I crawled the way to the door and unlocked before I moved back to my seat. The tears were streaming down and I would never know how to ever explain this to my mother. This time she didn’t ask what had happened she just sat down and wrapped her arms around me. She tried to comfort me, but we both knew that it wasn’t able to stop the pain I felt.

“Esther, we need to do something about this.”

“I know, but it hurts mum…”

The tears had sat their mark on my voice as well, and my mum could probably feel how everything was just a nightmare for me right now, and she knew everything would be even worse soon as she would as always force me to face the dinner table with all the food on it. I already felt sick again, but I knew I would have to face food sooner or later. I would have to start building up my body again sooner or later, but for right now I still chose later. I still wasn’t ready for everything. 

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