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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30. Mobbed & Revealed

Kodie’s POV

 

The next 2 and a half weeks went by in a blur and on this Friday afternoon, I found myself sitting on Harry’s couch after we had an interesting run-in with paparazzi and fans when Harry and I had been out walking through London. Harry told me he wouldn’t be recognized, but that wasn’t exactly what happened.

 

 

~~2 hours ago~~

 

“Thanks for lunch,” I said to Harry. “I don’t think I’ve been there before.” Harry had picked me up about an hour ago for a surprise lunch date and he brought me to this little sandwich shop where they had amazing food. I’ll probably be going there a lot more; the food is out of this world.

“No problem. I’m glad you liked it.” Harry answered. Currently we were walking down a street, window shopping for anything that caught our interest. Harry had so far dragged me into 3 different stores, insisting that I buy something. He was really bent on getting me something, so eventually I gave in and let him buy me a purse. My current one was about to break because of everything that I carry in it.

I had the bag from the shop in one hand and Harry was holding my other hand. We talked about anything as we walked; from our favorite places to be to his upcoming tour. “Are you excited for the tour?” I asked.

“Definitely. It’ll be great to perform again, plus the fans are awesome.” Harry said. “But I won’t be home for 8 months which sucks. That’s the only thing I don’t like about touring, being away from home for so long. But that feeling usually goes away once we’re on the road. I mean I always keep in contact with my family, so it’s almost like I’m with them.”

I nodded, “That makes sense.” I was going to say something else, but I got cut off by a squeal.

“Oh my God! You’re Harry Styles!” the girl screamed. Harry’s grip on my hand tightened, but we stopped because I know Harry would want to say high to the girl.

“Hi, love, what’s your name?” Harry said, releasing my hand.

“It’s, uh, K-Kayla,” the girl stuttered, her voice still unnaturally high. But can you blame her? She was meeting her idol; I’m sure I would be doing the same thing if I met like Ed Sheeran or something. Just saying, I love his music; I think he’s an amazing artist.

“Thank you so much! I love your music; you guys are so talented!” the girl continued.

Harry laughed, “Thank you, you’re really sweet—“

He was suddenly cut off by a chorus of screams that consisted of a lot of “Oh my God!” and “Harry Styles!”. “Uh, Kayla. I have to go now, but it was really nice meeting you.” Harry told her before grabbing my hand and pulling me in the opposite direction. I tried my absolute best to keep up with him, but I felt like I was going to run into someone. Harry’s grip on me tightened as I tripped and almost fell, his hold on me being the only thing that kept me upright.

“We’re almost at the car,” Harry said in between breaths. “Just another corner.”

He stopped short and I ran right into his back, nearly breaking my nose on impact. “Oh, shit.” Harry breathed out.

 

“Harry, are you dating Taylor Swift?!”

“Harry, is this your latest fling?!”

“Sweetie, what’s your name?!”

“Where are you from?”

“How did you two meet?”

 

All different questions were being thrown at me at once and I could hear the click of the paparazzi cameras. I lost hold of Harry’s hand and I had no idea where to go. I would try to walk one way, but was pushed back by the men.

“Harry!” I called out. I felt as though my world was closing in on me and I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I kept getting bumped by the paparazzi’s cameras, which was beginning to hurt seeing as they were completely surrounding me. “Harry, I need your help!”

“Hey, back off!” Harry’s voice sounded like it was really far away. I felt a hand grab my arm and assuming it was one of the sleazy paparazzi, I raised my hand to hit the guy. “Don’t worry, it’s just me,” Harry said, now close to me.

Harry led me to the car and closed the door once he managed to help me inside. He got into the driver’s side and began to drive away through the crowd. “I am so sorry,” he apologized.

I laughed shakily, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I blame the crowd of fan girls on the power of Twitter and the paparazzi were just doing their job.”

He let out a sigh, “Still, they wouldn’t be there if I wasn’t with you.”

“Relax its fine. I’m fine, your fine; it all worked out. How about we just go home and watch a movie?” I suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Harry replied.

 

 

~~Present time~~

“What movie do you want to watch?” Harry asked me.

I shrugged, “Surprise me.”

“Be right back,” Harry told me before leaving a small kiss on my lips. I nodded before leaning back onto the sofa. “I’ll go and make popcorn; plain or kettle corn?”

“Let’s go with kettle corn,” I said. As Harry’s footsteps receded, his phone rang from the cushion next to me.

“Can you get that for me? Just hit the side button to put it on speaker,” Harry said.

“Yeah, no problem.” I patted the cushion before I felt his phone. I picked it up and pressed the side button like Harry had instructed.

“Hey, Harry, what’s going on?” a voice said.

“Hey, Eric. I’m just at home,” Harry replied. The name Eric rang a bell, but I wasn’t sure where I had heard it.

“Nice, but I’m calling for a different reason. Just a reminder that the bet ends in 2 days,” I heard footsteps come into the room heading towards me, “so if you have banged the blind chick by then, I guess I win.”

The phone slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. My thoughts were swirling around my head; and I was confused.  Harry and Eric made a bet for Harry to sleep with a blind girl. But I don’t think Harry knows any other blind people, let alone a blind girl. This meant…

“I’ll call you later…bye.” Harry said into the phone. “Kodie? It’s not what you think.”

“Not what I think? Okay, then explain it to me.” I stood up, trying to remain calm.

“It’s uh, just that…,” Harry stammered.

I nodded, “That’s what I thought.” I picked up my bag and walked towards the door.

“Kodie, wait.” Harry caught my arm to stop me and spun me to face him. “It started as a bet, but I do really like you. And I wasn’t going to sleep with you just so I could win because I realized that you’re worth more than that.”

“It doesn’t matter. You could have told me instead of letting me find out from someone else. Were you ever planning on telling me? I mean our relationship started with a lie; how would that have lasted?” I said to him. Of all the things, a bet; a damn bet is why he decided to ask me out. Harry remained silent. “Were you going to tell me?” I repeated.

“Probably not,” Harry admitted.

I yanked my arm out of his grasp, “I hope you’re happy now because we’re over.” I turned and walked away, probably leaving him standing there watching me leave. I can’t believe this was happening to me again.

Harry was supposed to be different; he was the first guy that wanted to date me for me even though I was blind. Now that I had been fooled twice, I don’t think there is a guy that honestly wants to be with me. Wiping the tears that were beginning to fall, I pulled out my phone and told the GPS the address of the one person that would comfort me.

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