Falling Feathers

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  • Published: 24 Aug 2013
  • Updated: 25 Aug 2013
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Raven Gray. Broken. Unnoticed. Wistful. One Direction were her idols. She looked up to them. She loved them. She dreamed of meeting them. What happens when she does? Will something happen that will just tip her over the edge?


6. Lunch

I turned the knob all the way and swung open the door, a shy smile on my lips. The five boys standing there chorused in sync “Hello Raven!” My smile widen as they introduced themselves in their own individual way. Niall was last and he stepped forward to give me the ‘Horan Hug’ which I so badly needed.

Stepping out of the elevator, my eyes widened dramatically at the sight of the limo. “W-wow,” I stammered. “I-I knew there was gonna be a limo but…wow!” Harry chuckled at my reaction and offered his hand like a true gentleman to help me into the limo. Once we were all seated, the driver pulled away from the dull parking lot and began its journey to, well, wherever it was we were going.

 “So, tell us about yourself,” said Liam. Immediately, all the dark things in my life came crashing down as depression loomed overhead like a storm cloud; ready to break any second. But I pushed it all away and focused on other things. “Well, I’m seventeen years old and I live by myself,” I started but Zayn interrupted and said “What’s a pretty little lady like you doing living alone? No boyfriend?” I blushed and shook my head. When I looked up again, I saw all the boys looking at each other. “Ok, why don’t we each ask you a question and you answer? That sound okay to you?” said Liam. I nodded my head. “What’s your favourite colour?” asked Louis. “Red.” I replied confidently. “YAY me too!” he held his hand up and I high-fived him. Niall’s turn was next. “What’s your favourite food?” he asked. Images rushed through my head as it reminded me of when I was anorexic not too long ago and was hardly eating anything, starving myself to be skinny. “Grapes.” I replied reluctantly. Grapes used to be practically the only thing I would eat. Harry was next. “Do you have contacts or are they your natural coloured eyes?” I giggled at that question. People were always asking me about my eyes. “They’re real Harry.” I answered. Zayn’s turn. He picked up a chunk of my hair admiringly and asked “Did you dye your hair this gorgeous colour and is it naturally this long or are they extensions?” I chortled and playfully snatched my hair back, smoothing it into place. “HEY! You can only ask her one question.” Louis butted in in mock anger. “It’s alright Lou. It’s all natural, length and colour and everything.” I turned to Zayn to answer him. Liam’s turn now. I turned to him expectantly and cocked my head to the side when I found him staring off into space. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Oh. Uh… what’s your favourite uh song?” he stumbled. I had to think about this one for a while before I finally answered. “Olly Murs’ Busy.” I smiled sheepishly. “It’s just too cute.” Liam looked like he was about to say something else when the driver called back from the front that we had arrived at the restaurant.

La Bellezza Eterna. Ooh! Sounds fancy. “The Eternal Beauty,” states Niall matter-of-factly. “My favourite Italian restaurant.” He rubs his stomach eagerly as we walk inside. I ended up ordering a panforte di siena and a frullato di mango e. It was delicious and I was having a great time when it was ruined. “What’s that?” Harry asked looking at my wrists. My bracelets must have fallen out of place and now my scars were visible. I used to cut. A lot. It was my outlet for my emotions before I got into drawing. I’ve stopped now but the scars will remain forever.

 I stand up abruptly, tears welling up in my eyes. “Nonononono I’m sorry,” Harry stood up as well and came over to comfort me. I began to cry softly in his arms as he stroked my hair. Thankfully, no one else in the restaurant noticed as it was pretty empty. Only a handful of other people. “Shh shh it’s alright. It’s ok. I love you.”  He said gently. I pushed away from him. “No! No you don’t you barely know me. Ten minutes after you leave me, you’ll forget I even existed. No. No you don’t love me. So don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” I sobbed. I was suddenly furious with all of them. For pretending they liked me. For pretending they wanted to be there. With that thought, I ran. I ran as fast and as hard as I could. Anything to get away from all of them.  

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