Paper Planes {h.s.}

Chapter 1

Harry

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I stood there, staring at her in disbelief, "W-what?" I choked and let a tear prick my eyes. "I'm sorry Harry, it just isn't working out for us." She frowned and rubbed my arm like she always used to when we were still dating. "B-but Slylar...I love you." I felt my insides melt and it just got harder and harder to stand. "Harry, listen. I just don't have feelings for you anymore. Can we still be friends?" She gave me a comforting smile but I just shook my head 'yes' and leaned up against my locker for more support. "Good." She walked off and just left me there, on the verge of crying and broken.

Skylar and I had been dating for one year and three months now and out of the blue she just decides to dump me.

Once I was able to support myself, I walked off to my class. I figured my legs wouldn't crumble beneath me when I was sitting. I sat down and laid my head on my desk. This was too overwhelming, I loved her, I cared about her. I tuned my boring math teacher out after I heard the word 'integers'. Whenever Skylar told me she wasn't interested into me anymore, what did she mean by that? Was I not good enough? Was I not caring enough? Was there someone else? I couldn't bare to think of the fact that she had been cheating on me.

"Mr. Styles, would you please pick your head up and pay attention, this is on next week's test." My teacher said. "Yeah." I sighed and lifted my head, propping it on my hand. He nodded back and continued with the lesson.

"Now class, we know that the square root of negative five-thousand and eighty four is negative seventy two, right?" Then I heard a bunch of moaning 'right's come out and I chuckled silently. Seems I'm not the only one who hates math class.

After math class was over, I went to the nurse to fake that I was sick. After being dumped and going through three boring classes already, I think I'm ready to go home.

I ran to the nurses office and when I went in, I fake coughed and pretended to have a stuffy nose. By the looks of the nurse, she was fooled. She made me lie down on one of the medical beds while one of my fourth period class mates brought my backpack and homework to me.

After fifteen minutes of staring at the ceiling and fake coughing, my uncle had finally arrived to pick me up. I followed him out of the school and got into the car with a sigh of relief.

"Harry...I know you aren't sick. You look perfectly fine. The only conclusion that I can come up with is your nurse is an idiot." I laughed loudly and explained to him everything that happened. "I'm so sorry, Harry." he pulled me into a quick hug as a let a tiny tear escape down my cheek. He gave me a comforting smile and started the car. "Listen, I was dumped tragically too when I was your age. She was so mean to me, she treated me like crap." "So what's your point?" I said back quickly. "That high school break-ups are stupid. Don't worry about it. How about I make you a nice batch of cookies when we get home?" "Sure...." I stared out the window and looked at the scenery to calm me down.

When we got home, our dog jumped up on me as if he was really excited to see me. "Hey, Simba! What's up, buddy!" I smiled at him and pat his head. We named him Simba because he looks so much like the young version of Simba.

I moved to my room swiftly and crashed down on my bed. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to be left alone. I sighed and turned over on my side and looked down at the floor. My mind already started to drift back to Skylar. I shook my head and looked out my window.

I felt for my paper airplane necklace that dangled around my neck. My uncle told me that when I was born, my mum gave me and my twin sister a silver chain paper airplane necklace. I never even knew I had a twin sister before my uncle told me this story. Then, before she died, my mum split my sister and I up so that later on, we could find each other using the necklaces because they are exactly the same. I think that was kinda stupid but okay.

I'd always wondered what my sister looked like. And my mum. I always pictured my mum with brown, curly hair like me but apparently her hair was straight. And my uncle also told me that my sister was beautiful. That's all he told me. "She is a gem of the sea." Was his words. That's what he said no matter how much I asked him. He never told me her name either.

I got up and moved to my laptop sitting on my desk. I decided that I would stalk random people on twitter.

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I stared out my window at the night's sky, the moon beautifully reflecting off of the ground. I lay in my bed, half asleep singing songs quietly like there was someone I was trying to comfort.

"Heeeey brother, do you still believe in one another? Heeeey sister, do you still believe in love I wonder. Ooooh if the sky came falling down, for you, there's nothin in this world I wouldn't do." I whispered and closed my eyes to fall into a deep slumber.