Paper Airplanes (DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

I stepped out of my black 1966 Ford Mustang onto the semi-wet grass. Slamming the door shut, I walked around to the boot of the car, clutching onto the paper and Sharpie pen I held in my right hand, and small lantern in my left. I set the items atop of the boot and placed my hands opposite them. Stepping onto the back bumper, I hoisted myself up and placed my bum on the edge. I sighed contentedly at my secret serenity. The field of grass I silently sat in stood on a high cliff, overlooking the beautiful city of London, England. You could see all the dazzling lights sparkling in the dark night. But the sight more pleasing to the eye were the stars that shone brightly in the sky.
Sighing heavily, I pulled a lighter from my back pocket, leaning over onto my right hand, I lit the lantern with my left. Once it was lit I picked up the Sharpie, wrote my greatest fear on the blank sheet of paper, and folded it into a paper airplane. I withdrew my arm and shot it forward, adding a flick of my wrist to release the miniature plane. I watched it soar into the night sky, making its way toward the city. I let out a breath of relief, scooting my body back until it was pressed against the back window. Lying back, I folded my arms behind my head and looked up at the constellations in the sky. The easy part's over, now it's time for the hard part. . . .to actually face that fear.

Harry

"So boys, how do you feel tonight?" Louis asked, draping his arms over Zayn and Liam's shoulders. Zayn chuckled, but before he could let out a response, Niall butted in.
"I feel fucking fantastic."
"Well we did just practically make the biggest drop of our lives." Zayn stated in a matter of factly tone.
"We are gonna get a shitload of money from boss tomorrow." Louis said.
"Ey Styles!" Niall randomly exclaimed.
"What?"
"Why so quiet?" He asked. I shrugged, toying with the toothpick that was lodged in between my two front teeth.
"Is someone in love?" Lou teased. My face twisted into a look of disgust.
"The fuck kind of question is that? You know I'm not one for that shit."
"I'm with ya there mate. Chicks like to be so damn clingy." Liam said. We all nodded in agreement.
"So what's really got you so quiet?" Zayn asked.
"Eh," I shrugged my shoulders "I'm just really not up for partying tonight." They stopped walking, and turned to face me with smirks on their face. Lou was the first to speak.
"Harry Styles doesn't want to go clubbing? That's a first."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just not feeling it tonight. I'll see you guys back at the flat, yeah?" I asked.
"Don't go gettin' into any trouble Styles. We don't need the police on our ass, not after what happened last time." Liam said, pointing a finger my way.
I chuckled at the distant memory. "Alright, alright, I got it. Go hook up with some random." I waved my arm dismissively.
"See ya Styles." Niall yelled. They turned and continued on their way toward the pub. Lord knows why we decided to walk, but I'm glad we did, because I enjoyed walking, especially at night. I know I sound like a little bitch but fuck it. I sighed and pulled the box of cigarettes from my front pocket along with my lighter. I snapped the box open and pulled out a cig, placing it into my mouth and putting the box back into its original place. I shielded the flame and lit it, taking a deep breath, letting the hot air fill my lungs before blowing it out into the cool night.
I was walking, I noticed something irregular. There was a paper airplane flying about, as the soft wind tossed it around. I don't know what possessed me to go after it, but I did. It fell to the floor but when I reached it the wind blew it further away. I groaned in annoyance and chased after it. I bet I looked like a dumbass right now. I gave up on trying to grab it with my hand and just stepped on the damned thing. I let out a breath of relief, bending down to pick it up. I unfolded the perfectly did paper. In perfect handwriting, were the words I agreed with a hundred percent. And even though I don't know where it came from, or who it came from, I folded it up neatly and shoved it into my back pocket.

  My greatest fear,
Is falling in love.