Blinded By You

6 months ago, I lost my eyesight. But life goes on, I attend university in London and one of my best friend's is Niall Horan, from One Direction. But he doesn't know I'm blind. Will he hate me when I tell him? Will he treat me the same? Will I fall for one of his bandmates...


28. Black Out & Freak Out

Sorry for the long wait...I wanted to make this a good chapter and funny too, not sure how I did, but I hope you like it. Shout out to my friend Rana that helped me with the idea for the date.

I love you all so, so much. You guys are so supportive and I can't thank you enough.

Link to Kodie's outfit for the date below


Kodie’s POV


Once I stopped kissing Niall’s face, which was probably embarrassing him, he set me back down on the ground and I heard the car door open. Then I felt hands on my waist and my feet left the ground. Niall plopped me on the seat and closed the door before I could protest.

“I am perfectly capable of getting in the car on my own,” I protested once I heard Niall get in the driver’s side.

“I know, but you won’t be able to stop me; it’s what I do. Plus, you way practically nothing,” Niall replied.

I sighed and pat my stomach as he started the car. “I know; it’s not like I don’t eat. I think I eat my body weight in food.” I thought for a second. “I guess we have that in common, too. You eat more than me and you’re still fit.”

“I cannot deny that accusation; I am incredibly sexy,” Niall said and I picture him sitting there flexing his muscles, trying to be tough.

I laughed, but nodded in agreement. “You are, but I don’t think you are the sexiest leprechaun around.” At this, Niall slammed on the brakes and I sincerely hoped it was for a stop sign and not because of my insult because I think he just gave me whiplash. I winced as I rubbed my neck, “What the hell was that for?”

“And who, pray tell, is sexier than me?” Niall asked in a low voice.

“Lucky the Leprechaun, duh. I mean, have you seen his hat? Chick magnet,” I stated and it was quiet  for a few seconds before Niall burst out laughing.

“Well, if that’s what you’re into,” he choked out.

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Maybe it is.” The rest of the ride was silent except for the moments where Niall burst out laughing remembering what I said to him.




After Niall, Rosie and I ordered pizza and ice cream and had a celebratory lunch, Rosie shooed him out of the flat, so she could make me “sexy” for my date tonight. I honestly have no idea as to what is wrong with her, but I don’t understand how she thinks she’ll make me desirable, but if I don’t let her try she’ll kick my ass. So that’s why she sent me off to shower 3 hours before Harry was coming to pick me up for whatever he had planned.

Pretty much as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Rosie yanked my arm to get me to sit on the chair, so she could do my hair. Rosie blow-dried my hair before using a curling iron to make soft curls, shortening my hair where it reached the middle of my back. She had me run my hands through my hair to make the curls looser.

“You know, I wish you wouldn’t wear your sunglasses that way I could make your eyes look amazing,” Rose sighed.

“But you know how I feel about that.” I countered.

“I know, so that’s why I’m going to make your lips look good. Harry will not be able to resist when he sees how kissable your lips are.” Rose told me. She applied the product and told me what color she was putting on; apparently it was a berry-pink lip stain. According to Rosie it wouldn’t clash with the shirt she had me wearing and would stand out against my white blazer. “Hmm, I would totally kiss you right now, but I have a boyfriend,” she teased.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” I answered with a smile.

“Now go get dressed; tonight you shall be wearing a sleeveless blue shirt with a gold color, a white blazer, black jeans and black wedges,” Rosie told me.

“I approve,” I said.

“You better or you’d be in deep shit, Kodes.” Rose stated. She left and I got dressed pulling on my shoes with little difficulty. I called her back in to get her “seal of approval” as she liked to say. “You look absolutely gorgeous! Harry’s jaw is going to drop when he sees you.” As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Rose squealed and clapped before I heard her footsteps run away from me and towards the door.

I sighed and smoothed down my shirt. Besides the disaster date last weekend, it’s been a while since my last date. No guy wanted to put the effort in to accommodate a blind girl and the fact that Harry was making an effort gave me butterflies.

I made my way into the living room where I could hear Rose and Harry chatting. “And here she is, looking absolutely stunning.” Rosie exclaimed.

I smiled, “All because of you; thank you.” I held out my arms and gave her a hug. We released each other and I turned towards Harry.

“You look beautiful, Kodie.” Harry said from behind me.

I jumped and spun around, “Well hello there. Thank you and I’m sure you look handsome.”

“Nah, I’m dressed like a bum,” Harry joked.

“Harry,” Rose said sternly. “Now, I want you to have her home by 11:30 and absolutely no funny business. And if you harm a hair on her head, I will shove my foot so far up your ass, you won’t be able to walk right for the rest of your life. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Harry answered.

“Alright, now go.” Rosie said before pushing me out of the door and from the sounds next to me Harry was being pushed out with me.

Harry took my hand and led me out of the building to his car. “Where are we going?” I asked

“Nope, not telling, but it’s going to be interesting…for me at least.” Harry said which only confused me. And the way he said “interesting” didn’t give me much assurance either. As Harry was drove us to, wherever this date was happening, we talked a little and sang a lot.

20 minutes later, I found myself being led out of the car and into a building. “Ow! That hurt,” Harry exclaimed from my right.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He replied.

“And how were you the one to walk into something when I’m the blind one?” I laughed.

“Well that’s the thing—,“ Harry was cut off by a voice in front of us.

“Hi! Welcome to Black Out, the only dark dining restaurant in London.” The voice said. Now I am thoroughly confused; what is dark dining?

“Styles, reservation for 2,” Harry said.

“Ah, yes. Right this way, sir.” The voice said and I felt a hand clasp around my upper arm, but the hand didn’t feel familiar, so I know it wasn’t Harry leading me towards the table. “Follow the sound of my voice to your seats.” I put my hands out in front of me and felt the back of my chair; I carefully lowered myself into the seat. Harry, however, was not as lucky.

“Aw, shit.” He said, followed by a string of curse words. “Where is the damn chair?” he asked aloud. There was a scraping sound followed by, “I got it!”

“Uh, Harry? What exactly is dark dining?” I asked him.

“Well, I thought that since you couldn’t see what we’d be doing, that I shouldn’t see either. And this restaurant has no lights, so we’re dining in complete darkness; I can’t see anything, no one can see anything here. Except for the waiters and waitresses because they have night vision goggles.”

My jaw dropped; this is actually really thoughtful. I can’t believe that he would take me somewhere that he couldn’t see what he was doing, only to be on the same level as me. I was going to thank him, but was cut off by a high pitched squeal.

“Oh. My. God. You’re Harry Styles!!!” A voice screeched. Then there was a bang followed by some cursing coming from Harry’s side of the table. “I can’t believe that you’re here and I’m your waiter; this is just incredible! I mean it’s you…and you’re here…and I’m here…is this a dream? Oh, wait! Where are my manners? Hi, my name is Tyler and I’ll be your sensory guide for the evening.”

I smiled and nodded figuring that he’ll see me. “We serve any and all Italian foods; can I get you something to drink to start?”

“I’ll have a Coke,” Harry said.

“Alright, and for you miss?” Tyler asked.

“I’d like an iced tea,” I replied. I heard his footsteps recede and turned to Harry. “This is really sweet and I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s nothing. I figured it would be interesting for the both of us, I think you’ll be laughing when I end up spilling something on myself.” Harry told me.

I laughed at that, “Trust me, you learn quickly.”

“Here are your drinks; they are placed at the 1 o’clock position. What can I get for you?” Tyler asked. I was actually surprised at how calm he was because from his first reaction, it seemed like he was a big fan of One Direction.

“I’ll have the chicken fancese,” Harry said.

“And I’ll get spaghetti and meatballs, please.” I answered.

“Okay, I’ll go put your orders in for you.” Tyler told us from my right.

It went silent so I assumed he left and I turned to Harry. “It seems as though he’s a big fan.” I mused.

There was a pause before he answered and I imagined he was nodding his head. “Yeah, but it’s really weird not being able to see him, but he can see me. I feel as though I’m talking to a ghost.”

“Oh!” A voice shouted, making me jump. “I assure you I’m not a ghost.”

“Geez, I thought you left,” Harry said and I know how he felt. I think my heart stopped for a few seconds, it’s like a ninja snuck up on us.

“I am so, incredibly sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if I could have a picture with you.” Tyler asked.

“Sure, not a problem,” Harry said. His statement was followed by a squeak of excitement and I heard a scurry of feet over to Harry’s side of the table and then Harry let out an, “oof”. I sat there while they took the picture, but the peaceful lull of the restaurant was interrupted by Harry yelling, “OW! My eyes!”

I sat there, honestly trying my hardest not to laugh, but it was extremely hard. Tyler was apologizing; I guess he took a picture with the flash and it practically blinded Harry. Harry was telling him that it was alright, but I don’t think there is much that’s more embarrassing than embarrassing yourself in front of one of your idols.

Harry and I finished eating, him spilling more food than eating, and he took my hand and led me out of the restaurant. Throughout the dinner, Harry was making me laugh and being really sweet. I can honestly say this was one of the best dates I’ve been on.

He brought me back to my flat and we were holding hands as he walked me through the lobby and towards the elevator. “I’m really glad that you agreed to go out with me.” Harry told me.

“I am too,” I admitted. We walked out of the elevator and towards my door, I knew we reached it when we stopped. “I had a lot of fun tonight and I just want to thank you.”

“Well, I know one way you can thank me,” Harry said, placing his hands on hips and pulling me against him.

“Uh huh, how does that thank you go again?” I teased.

Harry didn’t bother to answer and instead bent his head down and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss began slowly, but soon Harry kissed with more fervor and took a step forward, making me take a step back. My back hit the wall which seemed to please Harry because I felt his lips moved up into a smile.

We broke the kiss before he quickly pressed his lips back to mine. They were soft, but rough at the same time. It was actually a nice feeling and I could feel myself becoming addicted to his kisses. My brain was clouded from his kiss that I didn’t hear the door opening.

I only came to when Rosie began yelling at Harry because he brought me back 3 minutes late. Ah, best friends; they sure know how to ruin a moment.

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