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...


5. On My Fingertips

Kodie’s POV

Oh, great.

I’m in a room with 4 boys that have no idea I cannot see them. Niall was accepting; I wonder how they will react when I tell them. It’s not like I’m a stranger, but we haven’t hung out together in a long time.

I was snapped out of my thoughts, by the seat next to me sinking and arms wrapping around me. “It’s so nice to see you again, Kodie.” I hear Liam’s voice say in my ear.

I grinned. “I know it’s been too long.” I said squeezing him tighter.

“I agree.” Louis said, “Why didn’t you come visit us sooner? It’s because you don’t like us isn’t it. I thought we were friends!” He goes on, pretending to cry.

I just laugh at him. This is why we get along; we both act like kids. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t. I started University and had other stuff to do.” I told him, “I wanted to visit, but I had no time.”

“What are you studying?” Liam asked from my right.

“I’m studying marketing. You know like who wants what products and the best way to advertise the product.” I explained.

I imagined the boys were nodding, “That’s cool.” I hear an Irish accent say.

I smile, “Thanks Nialler.”

“Hey, why don’t you take your sunglasses off?” A slow voice asks. Harry. “Unless you’re hung-over,” he said teasing me.

“No, I am not hung-over. You always think the worst, Styles.” I replied. Well, not exactly the worst. I bet he could never think of what I’m about to tell them.

I can imagine him smirking at me as he says, “So take them off.”

I let out a nervous laugh, “Uh, about that. I can’t exactly take them off.” They remained quiet. I can almost hear the gears turning in their heads as they tried to think of why I wasn’t taking off the Ray Bans. I hear footsteps coming towards the room; then they stop. I assume Niall came back and is putting together what I’m about to tell the boys.

“And why can’t you?” Zayn asked, confusion lacing his voice.

“Well…that’s what I wanted to tell you guys. I…uh…Ican’tseeanymore.” I blurted out.

“Sorry, I missed that.” Zayn said.

“I took a deep breath, “I can’t see anymore. I’m blind.”

No response.


Ironically, I could hear crickets chirping through the open window.

Hmm…that went oh so well.

“Uh, guys?”

And…..nothing. Nada.

Well then.

I open my mouth to tell them that I have no idea what’s going on unless they tell me, but I am cut off by 3 bodies tackling me. I fell sideways onto Liam and felt multiple arms wrap around me.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Oh my God.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“How did this happen?”

“GUYS! Let her breathe!” Niall’s voice cuts through the jumble of words that were coming out of the boys’ mouths. What Niall said was true. They were squeezing me so tight I was getting just enough oxygen to stay alive.

One by one they untangle themselves from me. Or try to anyways.

“Ow, Harry your elbow is in my stomach.”

“Zayn! You’re stepping on my foot.”

“Get your ass out of my face, Boobear.”

I laugh at them and sit back up, getting off Liam. I adjust the shoulders of my shirt, feeling that they were falling off.

Someone walks over and sits on the armrest next to me. “You okay?” I hear Niall ask. I nod my head.

I clap my hands, “Alright. I’ll answer any questions you have.” A chorus of voices rang out. I hold up a hand, “ONE at a time.”

“Liam, what’s your question?” I ask him.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I had a rare eye disease, which is virtually undetectable until it’s too late to do anything.” I replied. “And Harry?”

“How do you pick out your clothes? I mean you look really, really good.” He said.

I hear a thump and a breeze brushed my face. “Hey! What was that for, Louis? And stop throwing stuff Niall!” Harry yelled. Oh, I guess Niall threw something across the room; that must’ve been the breeze I felt.

“Well, my roommate and I go shopping together, so she helps me find things that look good on me and then she helps me hang outfits together in my closet, that way I don’t look like a clown trying to find an outfit blind.” I say with a laugh. I would honestly be lost without Rose.


“Uh, how different is it to do the everyday things?” He said.

“Honestly, it was really hard at first, but with some help, I adjusted. It’s easy for me to find my way around without my walking stick if I know the layout of wherever I’m going, but navigating isn’t always the easiest thing to do. I have walked into my share of doors and whatnot.” They started to crack up.

“It’s not funny! Let’s blindfold you and see how well you do.” I snap at them. That shut them up. Hah, I win!

“Anything to ask Lou?”

“How do you do projects for school?”

“Oh that’s pretty simple. I have a program on my laptop that connects to headset. All I have to do is talk into the microphone and it types it for me.”

“That’s so cool.” Louis said, sounding kind of awestruck, making me laugh.

“And you Niall. You didn’t ask me anything yet.”

“Can you still bake for me?!” Niall asked. We all start laughing at him. He sounds so desperate.

“Yes I can. I will always bake for you Nialler.” I manage to get out between my giggles. I reach my arm up to where I think his face will be and he gently guides my hand to his face. I pinch his cheeks before he swats my hand away.

“Alright, how did you know where we were sitting?” Harry asked me.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean you had us ask questions going clockwise.” He said exasperated.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I’ve get special telepathic powers.” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.  Harry didn’t say anything until I started laughing, “I have no idea. I chose a random order and asked you. I guess I’m just that good.” I replied, brushing imaginary dirt off my shoulders. He snickered.

“Okay, I know this is going to sound really weird, but I need to do this so I can get a mental picture of what you guys look like.” I told them.

It was silent, before I reminded them, “I can’t see you guys nodding!”

“Oh yeah!!” They all chorused. I just shook my head at them. They had the memory of a goldfish. Tell them something and they forget 4 seconds later. I turn to face Liam. I motion him to come closer to me and feel the couch cushion lift and then sink again.

I raised both my hands to his face and with his hands placed them gently on his cheeks. “I promise I’m not feeling you up, but my tracing your face I can picture what you look like now to how you looked 6 months ago. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” Liam replied.

I let my fingers trace over his cheekbones, then up over his eyebrows and back down to his chin. From the pictures I saw 6 months ago, he hadn’t changed much, but when I reached up to muss his hair, I found a short, buzz cut.

“Liam! You cut your hair!” I exclaimed. He laughed at my reaction and I felt him nod under my hands. “Well I like it.” I declare.

“Alright next boy.” I call out and Liam gets up before another body replaces him on the couch. I do the same thing to each boy. After Liam gets up it goes Zayn, Louis, Niall and lastly Harry. He sits across from me and picks up my hands that were resting on my knees and brings them up to his face. It feels weird touching Harry like this. I didn’t have a problem with the other boys, but I think I’m just worried he’ll turn it into something perverted. As I touch Harry’s face, I’m not sure why, but I sense that Niall has tensed up behind me. Weird.

As I lightly drag my fingers over Harry’s features, I imagine what his bright eyes look like. The one thing about the boys that I won’t forget is their eyes. They may look one dimensional, but when you look closely, they are a multitude of swirling colors.

 Zayn’s eyes are a hazel-amber swirl; Liam has a deep, chocolate brown eye color; Louis’ eyes change from green to a blue-ish color, depending on his mood and the lighting; Harry’s eyes are always green, but dark or light depending; and Niall has the brightest, clearest blue eyes I had ever seen.

I drop my hands from his face, reaching up and ruffling his hair, making him squirm away from my grasp. “I know that was probably really weird, but I appreciate it. Now I can remember what you look like.” I thanked them.

“You can touch me anytime.” Harry said, making me laugh. I was glad their opinion towards me hadn’t changed; another weight lifted off my shoulders.

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