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...


74. Seeing & Toasting

This is the last chapter!!!

I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart because without you, this story wouldn't exist. I never expected to get this kind of a response and am eternally grateful for your support.

I don't think there's going to be an epilogue because I don't know what it would be about.

Question: If I wrote a non-1D related story, would you guys be interested in it?

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Kodie’s POV



“What?!” Niall yelped.



“I can see,” I repeat. “Not perfectly; it’s definitely blurry, but it’s something!”



I saw Niall come closer and his hands cupped my cheeks, bringing us eye to eye. In the light coming from the window I could see his face better. His fringe that used to frame his eyes was styled up and messy from sleep, but there was no mistaking his bright, blue eyes.



While my eyes were taking in his features, he seemed to be studying my movements and when my gaze returned to his he kissed me hard.



“This is amazing!” He grinned. “We have to go tell your parents.”



Niall grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet before dashing out of the room and downstairs where my parents were sitting. “Where’s the fire?” Dad asked Niall.



He motioned for me to speak, “I got some of my sight back.” My parents froze for a couple of seconds before they pulled me into a group hug. Both of them were talking at once and my mom was even crying. “Mom, stop or else I’m going to cry.” I wiped at my eyes.



“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy.” Her voice wobbled. “Screw that; I’m not sorry. My baby girl is going to be alright.” She hugged me again, even tighter this time.



“If you don’t let me go, I’m going to pass out.” I warned.



That got her to release her grip on my torso and my dad turned to me. “We should call Dr. Hill; he’ll be happy and will want to do an exam.” He said. My mom moved to make the call, but my dad stopped her. “Honey, I don’t think he’ll be able to understand anything you say right now.” My mom hiccoughed and nodded in agreement.



I stepped back to Niall and he smiled at me, “The boys are all happy and they said they’ll be over later so be prepared.”



“Can we go out?” I asked. “It feels like I haven’t seen Mullingar in forever.”



“We’ll do whatever you want to,” Niall replied.



When we were both dressed and ready, Niall drove us into town; we went around to all the places we used to hang out. It was amazing to be able to see my hometown again after I thought I wouldn’t be able to. We stopped for lunch before my mom called and reminded us that I had to be at the doctor’s office in a half hour.



Niall drove us there and held my hand while we waited for the nurse to call us in. Once I was in the room, I could see Niall looking around and playing with tools he shouldn’t be. “Ni, what are you doing?” I asked.



He turned to face me with a surgical mask over his face and a stethoscope in his ears. “I could be your doctor.” Niall smiled. He stepped closer and put the end of the stethoscope on my chest. “Now take a deep breath.”



I slapped his hand away and rolled my eyes, “Would you stop messing around? Impersonating a doctor is a crime, you know?”



Niall thought about that for a second, before putting the stethoscope back where he found it. The door opened and Dr. Hill walked in, pausing when he spotted Niall with the mask on. “I’m not even going to ask,” he shook his head. I grinned as Niall sheepishly pulled the mask off and threw it away. “So I hear we have good news.”



“We do,” I answered.



“How much sight have you regained?” Dr. Hill asked.



“It’s still dark, shadowy and a bit fuzzy, but it gets better and worse throughout the day.” I explained.



Dr. Hill examined my eyes and determined that although I did get some of my sight back, I would need glasses to help sharpen my vision. He also said that I might not get one hundred percent of my sight back, but I was alright with that. “Will I be able to wear contacts?” I asked.



“Not for a while. That’s only because we want your eyes to completely heal, but after that I don’t see why not.” He explained. Dr. Hill wrote a prescription for the lenses I would need and told me to go pick out a pair of frames.



Niall and I spent the good part of the next hour just trying on the most ridiculous glasses we could find. We snapped pictures and the best—worst—ones went on Twitter. I managed to find a good pair and I placed an order for them.



The boys were waiting at my house when we returned; I was swept up into hugs the moment they saw me.



I took my time to take in their features; what I had pictured them to look like wasn’t much different than how they actually look.



“Come on, I’m much sexier than you thought I was.” Harry tried to convince me.



“Not really,” I quipped. “But Liam has become much more rugged; look at that scruff.” I gently rubbed Liam’s face.



“Hey!” Niall and Harry whined in unison.



“You know I love you,” I ruffled Niall’s hair.



Niall mussed up my hair in retaliation and in seconds we were wrestling on the couch. Louis and Harry joined the scuffle and I was soon outnumbered, two of them held me down while the third tickled my sides.



“Watch your feet!” I heard Louis yell.



“When I’m being tickled, I am not responsible for any injuries that occur.” I squeaked out.



They let me go after that seeing as one of them would probably have gotten a black eye. The dinner table that night was full and full of laughter. It was nice for my parents to catch up with the boys; they loved them almost as much as they loved me; although sometimes I think it’s the other way around.






“Yes mom, I’m fine.” I rolled my eyes. “I will. Love you, bye.” I hung with her and turned to Niall. “I think she’s called more times than when I moved out here and was blind.”



Niall smiled, “She’s just worried about you.”



“I know and I love her for that.” I responded.



The doorbell rang and Niall went to get it and he came back in with a small box. “I think it’s your glasses.” Niall said as he read the box.



He opened the box and pulled out my new glasses, handing them to me so I could try them on. “How do I look?” I asked when I had them on.



“With your hair like that you look like a sexy librarian,” Niall smirked.



I touched my hair which was up in a bun and nodded, “I guess I can see that.”



“Are you ready to go?” He asked.



“Yeah, I just need my purse and shoes.” I responded.



Once, we were ready, Niall drove us over to Louis’ house where there was a small party happening. We were only there for a few minutes when Harry stole my glasses.



“Holy shit, you really are blind.” Harry said and then cracked up at his own joke.



I grabbed my glasses back from him and he pulled me to him for a hug. “I’m glad you got your eyesight back.” Harry told me.



“Thanks,” I kissed his cheek.



I wrapped my arm around Niall’s waist and rested my head on his shoulder. I picked up a beer when Liam announced it was time for toasting.



I was extremely thankful that I have the support system I do. With or without my vision, I knew I could count on them and that was something I could toast to.





The End

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