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...

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34. Hugs & Songs

Kodie’s POV

 

After Niall had run out of the flat this morning, Rose and I spent the rest of the morning being lazy and relaxing around the house. We decided to have a mini spa day as a way to relax. Rose gave me a manicure and a pedicure while I gave her a Swedish massage. She always said that I gave the best massages and seeing as I couldn’t exactly paint her nails, she decided on a massage. Right now we were watching, I was listening, to the TV as we waited for our facial masks to harden.

 

It seemed to be getting her mind off Dan and for that I was thankful. She seemed to be slowly getting over the breakup. I had finally convinced her that she hadn’t done anything wrong, because it was the truth and she was finally starting to believe it.

 

“And our masks are finally dry,” Rose announced.

 

“It’s about time. I feel like I have cement on my face,” I commented, barely being able move my lips.

 

Rose laughed, but agreed. We walked into the bathroom and rinsed off the masks. “My face is all tingly,” I said while rubbing my face.

 

“Same here,” Rose said. “And it’s smooth. Like a baby’s bottom.”

 

I shook my head at her and at that moment my stomach growled. “Lunch, lunch, lunch!” I yelled. I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I could hear Rose moving around the kitchen so I assumed she was making something to eat, too. As I chewed, I realized I would need to come up with an idea for a song.

 

Niall said I should write about something that is close to my heart or something I’ve experienced. The only thing I could think of right now was a breakup song. But not another slow, sad song; those are just too upsetting. Even though breaking up is tough, if it’s for the better, it should be considered a good thing.

 

“Rose, I’m going for a walk.” I called out. I heard her yell a response as I pulled on my jacket, scarf and shoes. I made sure I had my keys and phone before I left the house. Humming as I walked, the only thing that came to mind was a line that my dad and I used to sing at football games.

 

Na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na

Hey, hey, hey

Goodbye

 

Hmm, goodbye, that could be a line in the song. Now I just have to come up with the rest of the song; doesn’t sound so hard. Not.

 

I sat down on the bench I knew was along the path I was walking. I could hear kids laughing while they played on the playground across the street from where I was sitting. I pulled out my phone to record what I came up with. Hmm, what do girls hate when they’re in a relationship?

 

From the gossip I’ve heard around campus, girls complain a lot about having to support their boyfriends because they don’t have jobs. I know that girls have problems with how guys act, I’ve been there. I never wanted to put what I had going on in my life on pause for any guy I was dating; I’m sure most girls would agree. I’ve also refused to become too upset over a guy to the point where I would stay at home crying. Huh, that could be a couple of lines.

 

Am I supposed to put my life on hold…because you don’t know how to behave?

 

I said the words to myself, to the beat, seeing how it sounded. The first half sounded good, but the second half sounded wrong.

 

“Hey Kodie!” a voice cried. I jumped at the sudden noise because I was too focused on figuring out what to write for this song. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” the voice said. As soon as she apologized, I recognized her voice.

 

“Laura! I haven’t talked to you in forever!” I said, standing up and opening my arms. Laura and I had some Literature classes together; she was an English major. I was only in literature classes to improve my writing for marketing. I had met Laura last year in one of our classes and we had become friends pretty quickly. 

 

“It has been too long; I spent the semester abroad in France to do more studying.” Laura explained.

 

“I have always wanted to go to Paris. It must have been beautiful there,” I said.

 

She laughed, “It was. And the French boys weren’t so bad to look at either.” I shook my head at her, I could definitely picture myself eating croissants with a cute French boy. “So what have you been doing lately?” She asked.

 

I sat back down on the bench, “Well, actually I got signed to Syco Records!” Laura squealed in excitement.

 

“Are you serious?! That’s amazing!” She cried.

 

“I know; it’s crazy. And now I’m just trying to write a song.”

 

“Isn’t that hard?”

 

“Mhmm, a lot harder than you’d think.” I answered.

 

“What are you writing about?” Laura asked.

 

“A breakup song,” I said. Laura scoffed and I laughed. “Not one of the usual sad songs, but more of an ‘I don’t care that we broke up’ type song.”

 

“Oh,” Laura said, dragging out the ‘o’.

 

I nodded, “But I don’t know what else to write about.”

 

“Well, what do you have so far?”

 

I stomped my foot once, clapped once, then stomped two times and clapped once again. I figured this would be the beat for the song. “Am I supposed to put my life on hold because you don’t know how to behave? And that’s it.”

 

“That doesn’t really sound right,” Laura said slowly. “Try changing behave to act.”

 

I did the same beat with my hands and feet, “Am I supposed to put my life on hold because you don’t know to act?” I paused. “That sounds so much better.” I imagined her nodding in agreement. “Am I supposed to put my life on hold because you don’t know how to act and you don’t know where your life is going?

 

Laura clapped, “Me likey.”

 

Now that I wrote a couple of lines, the lines seemed to flow. “Am I supposed to be torn apart, broken hearted, in a corner crying? Pardon me if I don’t show it.”

 

I don’t care if I never see you again, I’ll be alright.” I paused again, thinking. “Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together, but either way baby, I’m gone.” I stopped singing and turned towards Laura. “What do you think?”

 

“I think…I’m going to buy that song the second it comes out! I love it so far!” Laura yelled.

 

“The French must have rubbed off on you; you seem to be my inspiration.” I joked. “I really like how this is going.”

 

Laura laughed, “That could be a possibility.”

 

“Now for the chorus…,” I pondered. “What else do girls not like in a relationship?”

 

“Uh, I know that I’ve gone back to the same guy multiple times, but now I’m done doing that. Once I’m done with a guy, I’m never going back. Oh, and hanging out with some friends usually helps.” Laura admitted.

 

“True dat,” I said.

 

“Oh my God. Please, never say that again,” Laura choked out between her laughter.

 

“What?” I asked innocently. “I have swag.” It was silent before we both broke out laughing. “I am using that!”

 

“So, how about…I’m so over it, I’ve been there and back. Changed all my numbers and just in case you’re wondering, I got that new I’m a single girl swag.” I sang. “Got me with my girls and we’re singin’ it, sing! Na na na na; na na na na; hey, hey hey, goodbye! Na na na na; na na na na; hey, hey, hey, goodbye.”

 

“That is really catchy,” Laura told me. “Crap, I have to get to class, but I’ll talk to you soon. We really need to hang out soon.”

 

“Most definitely. How about some coffee before class on Wednesday and you can tell me all about Paris.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

 

“Perfect!” She hugged me. “Bye!”

 

I sat back down and twirled my hair around my finger, thinking of what to write next. The first part of the song came rather easily, so I’m hoping the second half of the song would come as easy. As I twirled my hair, I realized that girls also would cut their hair after a breakup, almost as a way of cutting all ties to their ex.

 

Cut my hair cause it reminded me of you, I know you like the long ‘do, had to switch my attitude up. Boys can sometimes be controlling in a relationship, too.

 

Thinkin’ of changing up how I ride no more on the passenger side. Too bad you missed out on the way that I drive it.

 

I smiled to myself; second verse, check! I sang the line into my phone so I wouldn’t forget what I had come up with; I had the memory of a goldfish. Now, the song would go to the hook and then it goes back into the chorus again.

 

I stood up and put my phone back into my pocket about to head back to my flat. Once home, I called out for Rose. “Look who’s here!” Rose called back to me.

 

“Bradley Cooper?” I guessed.

 

“Well, that’s insulting,” I heard Niall’s voice say.

 

“Nialler! I have amazing news!” I announced.

 

“What is it? You bought me a unicorn?”

 

I slapped his arm, “Of course not…I don’t have enough money for that, silly. I wrote most of the song!” I was suddenly picked up and spun around.

 

“Seriously?! That’s incredible,” he said. “But how did you manage to think it so quickly?”

 

“I ran into a friend from school, Laura; Rose knows her, right?” I said and I heard her give an ‘mhmm’. “Well we brainstormed ideas of reasons why girls would break up with a guy and not want to get back together with their ex. Once I had a few ideas, it was relatively easy.”

 

“Huh, it usually takes the boys and I about a week until we finalize a song,” Niall told me.

 

I smirked, “Probably because you’re too busy having Nerf fights with each other and not working.” I could picture him nodding along because he knows I’m right.

 

“Well I want to hear it,” Niall pulled me towards him and literally pushed me onto the sofa. “Sing. Right. Now.”

 

“Alright, but I haven’t figured out how the music will go, so it’ll just be a capella.” I said.

 

Am I supposed to put my life on hold?

Because you don’t know how to act,

And you don’t know where you’re life is going?

Am I supposed to be torn apart, broken hearted, in a corner crying?

Pardon me if I don’t show it.

 

I don’t care if I never see you again,

I’ll be alright

Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together

But either way baby, I’m gone.

 

I’m so over it, I’ve been there and back

Changed all my numbers and just in case you’re wondering.

I got that new I’m a single girl swag,

Got me with my girls and we’re singin’ it, sing!

Na na na na, na na na na

Hey, hey, hey

Goodbye

Na na na na, na na na na

Hey, hey, hey

Goodbye

 

I sang the second verse and the chorus again before stopping. “I’m not really sure where to go from there.” I admitted.

 

“Well, figuring in the instruments, you could take out the guitar and just have the drums while you sing a line and then go back into the chorus, but add more vocals.” Niall suggested.

 

“Brilliant,” I said, tackling him into a hug. I thought about the last two lines of the chorus; I bet I could use that and just change how I pronounce them, maybe dragging out the last syllable.

 

Hey, hey; hey, hey, hey; goodbye,” I tested. “Yay or nay?”

 

“Well, I like it and that’s all that should matter,” Rose told me.

 

“If that’s so, then I should record right this minute,” I teased.

 

“I agree with Rose. It sounds good.” Niall said. “I still can’t believe you basically finished the song in a day. All that’s left is to add instruments and perform it for Simon.”

 

“Niall, I really can’t thank you enough. I don’t know how you planned it, but I know you somehow rigged it so I sang at that your practice while Simon was there.” He tried to cut me off, but I held up a hand. “Don’t deny it, but thank you. Without you, none of this would be possible.” I scooted closer to him and pulled him for another hug.

 

Niall buried his face into my neck and I grinned; he honestly gave the best hugs. He squeezed me tighter and I slowly felt tingles shoot up my back beginning from where his hands rested. Weird, this has never happened before.

 

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