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...


50. Video Making & Song Writing

And the drama begins.... :D

I know this kind of gets depressing towards the end, but it's part of the plot.

Whoever guesses what song they're writing will get a shoutout!!!




Kodie’s POV



Nine days.



Nine days since Niall left and I was missing him so badly, my heart was aching. With my other boyfriends, I never missed them like I do right now with Niall.



Sure, we had talked and video chatted, but it wasn’t the same as being physically with him. I missed his touch, I missed his voice, but most of all I missed the feeling of his lips on my own.



“One more time,” the director called.



I went back to the original position and prepared to dance once more. In the time that Niall was gone, I had recorded the rest of the songs Simon’s writers had written for me. And right now, I was filming my third music video. The first was for Goodbye, which was just me sitting and singing; the second was for According to You, which was me in the studio playing the guitar. Simon told me that there was a video of me from Ed’s gig that was going to be used as the video for Ain’t No Other Man; I was perfectly happy with that because it was my first time singing that song and Niall being there made it even more special.



But this was my first big production music video. I was nervous, but excited; for the past couple of days, I had been taught choreography that was going to be in the video. And I must say, I was really getting into it.



“From the top in 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1.” The director called.



The dancers and I began the routine while I lip-synched to the track that was playing. We recorded the choreography for the very beginning and then for the other parts where it would be placed in. Then I was brought into hair and makeup to get ready for other shots.



At the end of the shoot, I heard my phone ringing and made my way towards it, tripping over a couple of wires in the process.






“The music video is going well I take it?” Niall asked. “You’re dancing is incredibly sexy; do you know what you do to me?”



“How did you—Rose.” I shook my head. I brought Rose along today for moral support and I guess she had been informing him of what was going on. “Wait, how do you know I’m dancing?”



“Rose sent videos,” Niall answered and I could practically hear the self-satisfied smirk through the phone.



“I’m going to kill her; I wanted it to be a surprise; I wanted to be there when you saw it for the first time,” I sighed. “I may have an opening for a roommate when you get back, if you wish to apply.”



“Don’t blame her, I may have coerced her into spying for me,” Niall admitted.



“Then I’m going to have an opening for a boyfriend.” I told him.



“Can you blame me? I haven’t seen my gorgeous in over a week and I couldn’t help myself.” Niall said and I pictured him pouting. “Plus, I haven’t been kissed in a while and I think I’m going into withdrawal; seeing you dance like that helped a bit.”



Shaking my head, I sighed, “I have a perverted boyfriend; that’s just lovely.”



“What can I say? I’m a man,” Niall laughed.



“Anyways, when are you coming back?” I asked.



“Nine days; we made it halfway through!” he cheered.



“Hmm, I suppose I can make it that much longer,” I thought out loud.



Niall laughed, “I expect a kiss when I get back, so you better be waiting for me.”



“Most definitely,” I replied. In the background, I could hear the director calling us back to set. “I’ve got to get back to filming, tell the boys I miss them.”



“I will,” Niall said.



“Goodbye,” I said wistfully.



“Bye baby doll,” he replied and I smiled at the new nickname he gave me. Then I remembered, “Rose, you are dead!”






“Kodes, you have a message that I really think you should see,” Rose said.



I heard her footsteps get closer before the couch sank down as she sat next to me. I muted the television, “What’s it about?”



“I’ll read it to you,” Rose told me. “’Kodie, my name is Teresa Kingston. My daughter, Jessica, was a really big fan; she absolutely adored you and your music; each day, she would come home and listen to your covers for hours on end. Jessica was bullied at her school, which I wasn’t informed of until recently. She was a quiet girl, but she had a great personality and was a lively soul.



“However, she committed suicide, leaving behind a note explaining that she didn’t want to live if she was constantly bullied. I am writing to you to thank you for giving my daughter happiness when she was upset. If you are available and agreeable, it would be incredible if you could sing at her memorial service. I know that she would appreciate it and it would mean a lot to know that she might have closure in death. Please respond with an answer as soon as you can. Thank you.’”



“Oh my God, that’s so sad.” I said, hand over my mouth. “Reply back that I will be at the memorial service.”



“I will; what are you going to sing?” Rose asked.



I frowned, “I’m not sure. I think I’m going to write a song, especially for Jessica; I think she deserves that much.” If I was going to write a song for a memorial service, I would need amazing, heartfelt lyrics. And there was only one person I knew that could write a song like that.



Quickly, I picked up my phone and dialed the number. “Hey Ed, I need your help. Can you meet me now?” I asked.



“Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you at the restaurant on the corner of Main and Chapel in twenty minutes,” Ed answered before hanging up.



I picked up my bag from the floor, “Rose, I’ll be back later.”



Bundling myself against the wind, I walked towards the restaurant where Ed said he would meet me. I made it there in about fifteen minutes and was showed to an open table. I ordered a hot chocolate while I waited and before I knew it, I heard Ed’s voice as he sat next to me. “Kodie, what’s wrong? You sounded urgent on the phone,” Ed said, sounding concerned.



“If you’re not busy, I really need help writing a new song.” I explained. “A girl’s mom messaged me saying that her daughter committed suicide and invited me to sing at the memorial. I really want to sing a song that’s meaningful, but I’m not sure how to begin writing one.”



“I’d love to help you,” Ed told me and I let out my breath. I really want to make this special; a mother lost her daughter because of bullying. No one deserved to go through that and I know that this happens way too often and it needs to stop. “Do you want to start brainstorming now?” he asked and I nodded. “Think, what do you think of when you hear the word ‘bullying’?”



“Uh, mistreated, underestimated, everyone’s a critic and you need to be true to yourself, no matter what.” I responded.



“That’s good, really good.” Ed said. “I believe that bullying stems from a hatred that’s misplaced and put onto the person being bullied.”



“That makes a lot of sense,” I told him and for the next hour we brainstormed while enjoying dinner. By the end of the night, I was sure that we were going to have an amazing song written.

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