Through Your Eyes

Saying Emma was a typical 17 year old girl would be more than an understatement. It would just be a lie. Emma WAS normal, she was typical. Until she got sick. The illness left her blind. She hadn't seen in almost 4 years. When fate leads her to Niall Horan, will she be able to love him? Or will fear of the unknown, the unseen, keep her from falling in love?

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3. Leaving Home and Innocent Louis

EMMA'S P.O.V. 

"How are you gonna get there?" My best friend, Lauren, questioned me. 

"I'm not really sure..." I answered truthfully.
Shortly after the argument with my father, Lauren had come over just to check up on me. I told her my plan. I had planned on going to living with my Aunt Lindsay in England. The only problem was, with me being visually impaired, it's hard to find a safe way to travel. I can't go somewhere alone and it will be hard to find a way to meet my aunt, once again, thanks to my handicap. But I'm determined to get away from my dad. 

We sat in silence. I was sure Lauren was biting her lip, I could hear the almost silent noise it made as her teeth chewed into her soft lips.

"I will come with you." She blurted out. It wasn't a question and once Lauren sets her mind on something, there's no changing it.

"I could never ask you to do that." I stated, shaking my head. I tried to argue even though I knew her decision was made, she was coming to England with me. To be quite honest, I was glad to have my best friend by my side. She understands me even if we are completely different.

"Em, you know you can't change my mind. I'm coming with you." I couldn't help but smile. 

"Thanks, Lauren. You are the best friend I could ask for." I said.

"I got a few questions first, 1.- when are we going?" She asked.

"As soon as we can." I answered.

"2.- How are we going?" She asked, she seemed quite excited by the idea of travel.

"I say we fly. If you're with me, I will be fine on a flight." 

"We can go tomorrow?" She asked, hesitantly. I thought about it, I wanted to get away from my dad as soon as possible, but would getting up and leaving that quickly be a good idea? No, probably not. We should wait longer, get prepared. 

"Sure," I answered without thinking. Ugh, stupid. I could tell Lauren was practically bouncing with excitement. 

"Okay! I will get your things ready, then, we can go to my house. I will tell your dad that you're spending the night. We'll leave tomorrow afternoon."  She stated as if she had been planning this for months. I chuckled.

"Okay," I said simply. Lauren hopped of my bed and, I assume, began packing my things. I could hear her unzip suitcases and open drawers as all of my belongings were taken from their place. I let out a sigh. This was it. I was doing what I had wanted to do for so long. Leave the one who hated me and whom I hated in return. I was so consumed in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear Lauren, "Done. Ready to go to my place?" 

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Yeah, just... Can I have a minute.... This is where I grew up..." I tried hard not to cry. I could hear Lauren let out a sigh, not of annoyance, but a sigh of compassion. Lauren never felt pity towards me, only compassion. The difference is pity is driven by feelings and compassion is controlled by your heart, compassion is truly caring for someone, not just wishing things were better for them. I don't believe Lauren necessarily wants me to have sight. I don't mean she wants me to be disabled, I simply mean she loves me the way I am and accepts me even thought I'm different.

"Sure, take your time, Em." She answered. I nodded and stood from my set on the bed. I walked all around the room feeling each object I passed. I ran my hand over the top of my dresser, feeling the dust cover my hand. I walked to the door of my closet, I pushed it back, feeling the bareness that used to be a wall of hanging clothes. I traced my hands all the way across my walls, making my way to the bathroom. I walked to the door and swung it open. I ran my fingers across the marble countertop, dipping my hand into the sink. I wasn't aware that I was crying until I felt small, salty drops trickling down my cheeks. I felt my way out of the bathroom and found my way to the door to my bedroom. I rubbed my hand up and down the doorpost.

"Goodbye," I whispered softly before turning and sitting at the top of the stairs. 

"You ready?" Lauren asked. I sniffed and nodded. 

She reached out and grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs. I followed her, using her hand as a guide. She led me out into the chilly air of New York City. We hurried towards Lauren's car,  her hand still holding tightly onto mine. Despite being bundled up, the cold wind still managed to nip at my exposed ears and nose. Lauren took me to the side of her car, helped me in and closed the door. Moments later, she was buckled into the drivers seat and we were backing away from my home, from my family, from my life. 

"Hey," Lauren called to me, "everything's gonna be okay. I'm going to take care of you, Emma." 
I could tell she meant it and smiled, thankful to have such a great friend. Not even girls with sight all have a friend as great as mine. They have "Best friends" but their relationship involves lies and jealousy, hate and anger. My relationship with Lauren is nothing like that. It's filled with love and honesty. We hide nothing from each other. 

 

 

"Em?" A voice called. "Emma?" The voice called again.  "EMMA CLAIRE THOMPSON." The voice was shouting this time. 

"WAH?!" I yelled, jumping. 

"Em, it's me, Lauren." I sighed in relief, "Oh."

"We're at my place. You fell asleep." She stated. I felt all around me. We were still in her car.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, tiredly. 

"Err, about 10 minutes." She answered. "Look, you stay in the car, I'll get my stuff and we'll head to a hotel closer to the airport. We can call your aunt and tell her we will be there tomorrow. Sound good?" Lauren questioned. I simply nodded, too sleepy to think. I heard the car do open and shut and I curled up into a ball and fell back into a peaceful sleep. My dreams were filled with puffy clouds and brightly colored leaves. For the first time in a long time, I was happy, I was sure everything was going to be okay. I was safe.

 


NIALL'S P.O.V.

"Alright, boys, tickets for you all." Liam said while handing a plane ticket to each of the 4 of us. I grabbed my ticket and held it between my hands. I looked down to read what it said and noticed my hands were shaking. A lot. God, Louis telling me he was gonna get revenge has me going absolutely insane. And to make it worse, he keeps glaring at me. On the ride to the airport, I would be sitting there and I could feel his eyes on me. I don't understand what was so bad about what I did! It was a joke, a game! But apparently not to Louis. He seems funny and carefree, but if you mess with his carrots or hot showers, shit's gonna go down. 

I was pulled from my thoughts when Liam clapped his hands together. "Alright, boys, chop chop! Off we go!" He said shooing us towards security. 
"Remember, keep your heads down. Whatever you do, don't let anyone suspect you're from One Direction. Lay low." 

We all nodded and pulled on hats over our heads. "Ready?" Zayn asked, looking at each of us to confirm. We gave a thumbs up and started of towards security. 

~~~~Skip to boarding the plane~~~~

"Now boarding Flight 232 to New York City." The lady's voice boomed over the intercom.

"That's us, lads." Harry stated and we stood up together and made our way towards the line of people preparing to join the flight. I admit it's quite frightening being in an airport without security. If you're spotted, game over. But, having a bunch of security would just give us away, so we're giving this a try.

We walked up to the line and stood with our heads low. The mass of people slowly got smaller and the line, shorter. 

"Next." The lady called. I looked up to see all the people on front of me were gone. I slowly walked forward and handed the lady my I.D. and ticket. I prayed she wasn't a fan of our band. For once I hoped someone didn't like us.
 "Okay, Mr. Horan, you're good to go. " Said the lady cheerily. I couldn't help but sigh in relief and she looked at me for a second. 

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna freak out on you. You've got enough craziness as it is." She whispered leaning close to me and smiling sweetly. I couldn't do anything but nod. No one had ever just "let it go" and decided not to scream at us before. And I liked that. I walked past her and waited for the boys. 

Oh no. I hadn't noticed Louis was standing right behind me in line. I watched as the lady handed him his information back. He thanked her and started walking towards me. I gulped as I watched him getting closer. The whole time he had a smug grin on his face and that was more terrifying than him glaring at me. 

"Hi, Niall." He said smiling as he walked up to me. I just looked at him. He was just trying to mess with my head and the worst part is, it's working. 

"What's wrong, mate? You seem a little.... Shaken up." He said smirking. I just glared at him as Zayn and Harry walked up. 

"Ey, Niall, you okay?" Zayn asked looking at me worriedly. I just nodded still looking at Louis. 

"I don't know what's wrong with him. He looks like he's seen a bloody ghost." Louis said innocently. He looked around to see anyone was watching him, then back to me and mouthed 'revenge'. Liam walked up and we all turned and headed towards the plane. 

This is going to be a long trip...

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