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...


52. Memories & Accusations

Kodie’s POV



The Previous Day



“Rose, are you ready?” I asked while straightening out my dress.



“Coming!” she called back. I heard her heels click against the floor, “I’m ready.”



Rose linked arms with me and together we walked to the car to begin the drive to the memorial service for Jessica; it was only about an hour drive to where it was being held. The service began at five and it was currently 3:30; if we wanted to make it on time, we had to leave now. Teresa had sent a message to me saying that Jessica’s brother could play the guitar while I sang, if I wanted. Of course, I agreed and sent over the chords, so he could practice.



Just over an hour later, we had arrived at the service and together we walked towards the building. “You must be Kodie,” I heard a voice say.



“Yes and you are Teresa?” I guessed.



She gripped my hand, “Yes. I cannot thank you enough for being here today; it means so much to my family and I know Jessica would be touched that you are here.”



“I’m honored that you asked me to come and I’m very sorry for your loss,” I told her. “This is my friend, Rose.”



“It’s very nice to meet you; the service will be starting soon, so I can show you where you will be singing.” Teresa said. I nodded and Rose guided me to where Teresa was taking us. “This is Tyler, Jessica’s brother.” She introduced us.



I held out my hand and felt it grasped by Tyler’s hand, “I’m sorry for your loss.”



“Thank you for coming; I know that Jess absolutely adored you. She would play your covers for hours on end; you really made a difference in her life.” Tyler told me.



Waving him off I said, “Did you get the music?”



“Yeah, it’s an amazing song.” He answered.



“Ed Sheeran helped me write it; I wanted something special and who does that better than him?” I explained.



“He’s my idol; I can’t believe he wrote a song for my sister.” Tyler said, sounding surprised.



After about a half hour a lot of people had shown up to pay their respects; pretty soon, Teresa was standing at the microphone introducing me. I walked out onto the stage to a small applause and took my seat on a stool next to where Tyler said he would be sitting.



“I didn’t know Jessica personally, but if I had, I know that we would have been great friends. Hearing about her from friends and family has given me new insight on the type of person she was. A genuinely kind person like her did not deserve to be bullied and taken away from her loved ones. Her absence will remain with everyone who knew her and our lives have been made better for knowing Jessica. Heaven has gained a new angel and tonight, when we look up at the stars, there will be a new one star shining down on us. Always remember that Jessica will be with us forever.



“Mrs. Kingston asked me to sing something in memory of Jessica; with the help of the one and only Ed Sheeran, we wrote this song dedicated to Jessica. She will never be forgotten.” I said before indicating Tyler to start playing.


Made a wrong turn, once or twice;

Dug my way out, blood and fire.

Bad decisions, that’s alright;

Welcome to my silly life.


Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood;

Miss “no way, it’s all good”, it didn’t slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing,

Underestimated, look I’m still around.


Pretty, pretty please,

Don’t you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like you’re nothing,

You are perfect to me.


I tapped my hand against my leg to the beat.


You’re so mean,

When you talk, about yourself, you were wrong.

Change the voices, in your head,

Make them like you instead.


So complicated,

Look how we all make it.

Filled with so much hatred,

Such a tired game.

It’s enough, I’ve done all I could think of,

Chased down all my demons,

I’ve seen you do the same

Oh, oh


Pretty, pretty please,

Don’t you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like you’re nothing,

You are perfect to me.


The whole world’s scared, so I swallow the fear;

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.

So cool in line and we try, try, try, but we try to hard and it’s a waste of my time.

Done looking for the critics, ‘cause they’re everywhere;

They don’t like my jeans, they don’t get my hair.

We change ourselves and we do it all the time;

Why do we do that, why do I do that; why do I do that?


The hand that wasn’t holding the microphone rested against my stomach, as I tried to put as much emotion as possible into the song.


Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty…


Pretty, pretty please

Don’t you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like you’re nothing,

You are perfect to me.


You’re perfect, you’re perfect;

Pretty, pretty please,

Don’t you ever, ever feel

Like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like you’re nothing,

You are perfect to me.


The last notes faded out before the clapping began again; I was pulled into a hug from my right. Tyler kept repeating, “Thank you,” in my ear and soon another pair of arms wrapped around me and from the amount of crying, I guessed it was Teresa.



Rose and I stayed until six before we began the trip the back to London. Niall was coming back today and I wanted to surprise him by being at his flat when he came home. He never did tell me what time he would be coming, but I would wait for hours until I could see him; it’s been too long and I just wanted to kiss him.



Once we were back in London, I changed and Rose dropped me off at Niall’s flat. It was silent when I got there, but I tripped over a suitcase as I walked through the hallway.



That means that Niall had made it home, but he wasn’t here. If he’s not here, then where is he?






I was woken up by being roughly shaken; I blinked a couple of times trying to remember what happened.



All I could recall was that I waited for a couple of hours downstairs listening to the TV while waiting for Niall to return. Then I

went up to his room and I guess I fell asleep on his bed.



Now, though, I could smell alcohol coming from above me.



“What the fuck are you doing here?” Niall snarled.



I sat up, still confused, “Ni, why are you drunk?”



“Why are you here?” he asked in the same harsh tone.



“I’m here because I was waiting for you to come home; I wanted to see you as soon as possible.” I answered.



“So you can break up with me?” Niall snapped.



Alright, now I was thoroughly confused. “Why would I break up with you?” I asked.



“Because you’re cheating on me,” he yelled.



My jaw dropped open; I would never cheat on my boyfriend, especially not Niall. “I am not cheating on you, Ni.” I said. I can’t believe that after a lifetime of friendship that he actually thinks I could cheat on someone.



“Bullshit,” Niall yelled and I jumped. “I’ve seen the pictures, I know you’re cheating.”



“What?” I asked. “What pictures? What are you talking about?”



I must have said something wrong because Niall exploded. “The pictures that are on every fucking tabloid in the country! Just admit that you’re cheating on me,” Niall yelled.



“I am NOT cheating on you!” I stood up angrily. “Who would I even be cheating with?!”



“Ed! I saw the two of you getting close at the diner and then proof with the picture of you two about to kiss,” Niall shouted at




“Me and Ed? Are you serious?” I laughed even though nothing was funny. “We’re just friends; he was helping me write a song.”



“Huh, that’s a convenient story.” Niall replied and I heard him pacing the room angrily. Suddenly, the footsteps came closer and his hands gripped my forearms tightly. “Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this? I thought things were going good and then you go and ruin it, why?” He cried, fingers digging even deeper into my arms.



“Niall, stop.” I whimpered. “You’re hurting me.”



He didn’t release me and I tried pulling away, “What the fuck did I do to deserve this? Did I not buy you enough gifts? Were the places I took you not fancy enough?”



My jaw dropped as I listened to his words; he should know me better than this. I didn’t care about fancy things or gifts; I would much rather spend time at home, watching movies.



Niall loosened his grip a little and I wrenched my arms out of his grasp. “How dare you,” I seethed. “You know me better than that; I cannot believe you would even think that I would see someone behind your back, let alone one of your friends. What more do you want me to say?”



“It doesn’t matter what you say, I can’t believe you anyways.” Niall growled and I took a step back, hurt.



I could feel tears brimming at the corners of my eyes; throughout our entire friendship, Niall and I believed each other, no matter what. We trusted each other completely and I thought that could never change. But obviously, I was mistaken.



I pressed my lips together and bit my lip to try and keep from crying. Carefully, I walked backwards towards the door; I couldn’t stay here any longer. “Where do you think you’re going?” he questioned.



“Do you even care? You’ve known me for 18 years and you still accuse me of something I didn’t do; I thought you knew me better.” I cried out.



I moved towards the staircase, but he grabbed my arm and spun me around. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed; in his drunken manner, I heard him stumble away. I stepped down the stairs and once I reached the middle of the steps, my foot slipped and I felt myself begin to slip backwards. Even though I reached out to grab something, my hand didn’t catch anything and I landed on my side, hearing a loud crack as I landed.



“What the hell—Kodie? What are you doing here? Are you alright?” I heard Liam ask. I tried to sit up, but a pain shot up my side. “Niall, what happened?” Above me, Niall mumbled an incoherent response. “Here Kodie, let me help you.” Liam said before wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me up off of the floor.



When we tried moving, another shot of searing pain shot up my side and I let out a hiss of pain. Liam quickly stopped moving, “You need a hospital, let’s go.”



Slowly and painfully, Liam walked us towards his car which was outside of Niall’s flat. “Kodie, I am so sorry; if I knew you were at his flat, I never would’ve let him in alone.” Liam apologized for the hundredth time since he began driving to the hospital.



“Li, it’s not your fault.” I told him.



“But if just came in with him instead of going home for clothes, this never would’ve happened. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to leave him alone; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as drunk as he is tonight.” Liam talked more to himself than to me. The car pulled to a stop and Liam got out before walking to my side of the car. Cautiously, Liam helped me out of the car and into the emergency room.



After a half hour wait, I was lead into a room where a doctor examined my torso. He poked and prodded my ribs and finally determined that I had two cracked ribs.



“I’m going to give you a back brace to make sure you don’t damage your ribs any further. Before you put it on, you can wrap gauze to prevent any chafing, but make sure not to wrap it too tightly because it could cause pneumonia or a lung to collapse.” Dr. Cho told me and I froze. “Don’t worry; the likeliness of that happening is slim. The healing time for your ribs will take about 5-6 weeks to heal.”



I nodded to show that I understood everything he was explaining to me. “I sing, so I’m guessing I should avoid that.”



“Yes, you should. You should ice your ribs at least once a day and get a lot of rest. Now it might seem strange, but you should lie on your injured side because it will allow you to take deeper breaths. Also, every hour be sure to either cough or take a deep breath because it’ll help prevent any complications from occurring.” Dr. Cho said. “With a fall like that, you were fortunate not to have injured your neck or spine.” He patted my knee. “You’re free to go, honey.”



Liam helped me off the table and walked out to the car. “If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing with Ed?” he asked.



“One of my subscribers’ mothers contacted me telling me that her daughter had committed suicide and she invited me to sing at her memorial service. I met with Ed because he agreed to help me write a song especially for the service.” I explained.



“Oh, that explains a lot.” Liam said.



“Why did Niall think I was seeing Ed?” I questioned, still confused about that.



Liam paused before answering, “There were a lot of pictures of you and Ed circulating along with articles speculating about a relationship between the two of you.” I opened my mouth to protest, but Liam cut me off. “You also didn’t answer your phone the other day, so I think Ni expected the worst. I think if you just explain things to him, he’ll understand.”



I shook my head, “He already told me that he doesn’t believe anything I say.”



“He’s only saying that because he’s drunk,” Liam countered.



“Niall is either a happy drunk or a truthful drunk; obviously tonight he wasn’t happy, so he must have been telling the truth when he said he doesn’t trust me.”

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