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...


4. No Hate Here

Niall’s POV

“I’m blind.”

As soon as she said those words my stomach dropped and I turned cold. But I had skyped with her a couple of weeks ago and she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t be blind…she just couldn’t. Kodie was a good person, she didn’t deserve something like this to happen to her.

I don’t understand. She MUST be able to see me. She just had to.

I searched her face for any emotion, but her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses. Is that why she kept them on?

I hadn’t noticed she had a hold on my hand until she squeezed it. “Niall?” She asked softly.

“W-What? I-I mean how?” I stuttered; I couldn’t even think straight.

She took a deep breath, her face wearing a pained expression.

“I went completely blind about 6 months ago—“ Wait…what?!

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” I asked practically shouting. She flinched at the increase in volume and a grimace settled onto her pretty features. “You had 6 months to tell me and you didn’t! Kodie, I thought we were best friends! Best friends tell each other everything; we don’t keep things from each other!” I shouted, standing up and pushing my chair back.

Everyone in the café was looking at me. I didn’t give a damn. My best friend went blind and didn’t bother to tell me. The guy behind the counter looked at me disapprovingly and then at Kodie and back to me again.

“Niall! Please listen to what I have to say!” Kodie begged, “Please sit.”

I huffed and sat back in my chair. I take it that she heard me because she reached out for my hand. I took her hand in mine; I couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

“I am truly sorry for not telling you sooner, but I thought you deserved to be told face to face. I also needed time to adjust; I thought that once I was used to not seeing that it would be easier to tell you. I planned to meet up with you once you came back to London, but your tour was extended an extra 3 months.” She explained, “It wouldn’t have been fair to you if I told you I was blind when you were overseas. I know you; you would have tried to fly back to me, but I couldn’t take you away from your tour. I am truly sorry, but I felt like I needed to tell you when you were here with me.”

As soon as she stopped talking, she bowed her head waiting for me to respond. I was stunned; everything she said was true. If she told me over Skype, I would have tried to return home to be with her. She was like family; I would do anything for her.

“Kodie?” She raised her head. “I’m not mad. I’m just really shocked. But I really appreciate you wanting to tell me face to face. That means a lot.” I told her, smiling.

“Are you sure you’re not mad. I mean I understand if—“

 “I am POSITIVE. So stop worrying.” I said, cutting her off.

“Oh thank God. I thought you would hate me for not telling you.” Kodie confessed.

“I could never and would never hate you. And that’s a promise. But how did you lose your sight?” I asked.

“Well the doctors said that I had a rare eye disease, but it is basically undetectable. It gets progressively worse until you cannot see anymore.” She said.

“That’s awful.” As we talked, I put down some money for my food and her drink before sliding my chair back. “I want you to re-meet the boys. You haven’t hung out with them for a while; just Skyping while we were on tour.”

“Uh-are you sure? They won’t want to hang out with me now. I don’t want to be a bother.” Kodie stammered.

I grabbed her hand, “You need to shut up.” I told her jokingly, “The lads won’t care; they will love you the same as before.” She paused, but nodded and I pulled her out of the café. I began walking down the path I took to get here, my arm linked with Kodie’s. A comfortable silence settled over us. We passed by an elderly couple sitting on a bench, holding hands. One day, I’ll have a love like that, I thought.

Kodie pulled out her phone and pushed a button before saying, “Music.” The screen on her phone switched, bringing up a playlist. Then Kodie said, “Shuffle. Play.” The next thing I knew, the song Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People began playing.

I looked over at her and as I did she explained, “I have a special phone that uses voice commands to do things, like text or make a call. It’s pretty handy, if I do say so.”

“How did you know what I was about to ask?” I asked her, gobsmacked. She just laughed.

“I honestly don’t know. I can usually tell when someone is looking at me, but I think I had a feeling you would ask because this is new to you and you like understanding everything.” She told me giggling.

“Huh.” I said, thinking, “This will take some getting used to.” I said laughing with her.

We continued walking, the music playing and she started humming along to the beat. Soon she started singing:

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You’d better run, better run, out run my gun!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,

You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet!

I had forgotten that she had an amazing voice. I wanted her to try out with me for the X-Factor, but she wouldn’t. She posted her covers to Youtube and had thousands of views. I loved listening to her voice.

She trailed off, humming again. “How are you’re videos coming?” I asked.

“Really well. I have my roommate, Rose, make sure I’m in frame and I get lots of nice comments.” Kodie told me excitedly.

“I told you; you should’ve auditioned.” I scolded. She just shook her head and went back to humming. I sighed, loudly, just to make sure she would hear me. Kodie always changed the subject when I brought up her singing, but had no problem talking about her videos. I didn’t understand her; she had an amazing voice, she could be famous too. Oh well.

We arrived at my flat and as I turned, bringing Kodie with me, her grip on my arm tightened. I patted her hand reassuringly, “Don’t worry. If they misbehave, I’ll hurt them for you, okay?”

Kodie gave me a small smile, “Okay. Don’t tell them I’m blind. Just tell me where to sit. I need to get comfortable with the layout of your flat, so I don’t trip.”

I walked with her up to the door and unlocked it. We stepped inside and heard thumps from the living room.

“LOUIS! I am going to kill you for straightening my hair!!” I hear Harry yelling, then we hear footsteps running through the house.

“IT WAS ONLY ONE PIECE!” Louis squealed back, making Kodie laugh as we walk into the living area.

“Whoa Niall, isn’t it a little early to be bringing girls home?” Zayn asked, not bothering to turn around. I let go of Kodie’s arm to slap the back of his head.

“OW! What the hell was that for?” Zayn yelled, turning around, his eyes stopping on Kodie’s figure hovering by the doorframe.

I guess Harry gave up on Louis because he came waltzing in, stopping short when he saw Kodie. His eyes raked up and down her body, making a monster inside my chest growl in disapproval. I coughed and Harry’s eyes snapped to me.

“Guys, you remember Kodie, right?” Liam, Zayn, and Harry nodded, but at that moment Louis came running into the room yelling, “SUPERMAN!!”. Kodie flinched at his loud voice, but a smile was on her lips.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t know we had a guest.” Louis said, stopping short and punching me on the arm.

“Hey! Not my fault you were running around like an idiot.” I retorted. Louis just rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to Liam. I turned back to Kodie, who was still standing by the doorframe. I led her over to the 2 seat couch for her to sit on. “I’m going to get a snack.” I tell everyone. I lean closer to Kodie and whisper, “Relax, I’ll be right back.” I walked to the kitchen and just hoped the boys didn’t do anything to annoy her.

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