Missing You - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Bare)

Harry and Leah have moved to America, and the world seems to have forgotten about Harry and his fame. He's glad that they can live a normal life.... almost. Because when his best friend loses his sight.... they face a whole new set of problems.

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11. Chapter Eleven

Harry's POV

"And then I told him I would dump him with Zayn..." I explain. I put my face in my hands, knowing it was a stupid thing to say. "Well, even if you wanted to, you couldn't. Zayn was put in jail, remember?" Leah laughs. I smile. "I know." I say, looking at the floor. "Guess what?" Leah says. I glance up at her, she is looking out the window, her hair flowing down her back. Curly. I always liked her curly hair.

"What?" I ask. She looks down. "You didn't remember?" She asks. I shake my head. "It is five more months, today," She gushes, rubbing her stomach. It instantly comes back to me. I can't believe I didn't remember, I've just been so busy with Louis. "Still so excited! It's getting closer every minute. Just remember that," I say, kissing her forehead and turning on my heel to check on Louis. "Where are you going?" She asks. I whip around to face her. "Just to check on Louis," I reveal. Her eyes droop a little. "Okay," She whimpers, and before I know it she is out of my sight.

 

"Hey Lou," I say, walking in the door to his room. I walk over to the window and I shut the blind, the sun is too bright today. The lamp is still on, so I switch it off. The over head light is on, boy, is our electrical bill going to be high this month. I go to flip off the over head light when Louis says something I don't quit hear. "What Louis?" I ask, turning off the over head light so the only light on is the lamp on the coffee table. He mumbled something again. I still didn't hear him. "Louis, speak up." I encourage. "Why didn't you tell me," I hear him say. "What didn't I tell you? Your my best friend! I tell you everything! Louis, I've never kept a secret from you." I claim, not knowing what he was talking about. Then I get it. I didn't tell him what the doctor told me. "Then why didn't I know I was going to be blind?!" He shouts, still staring off into space, not knowing where to look. "Well, I-" "No, Harry. The doctor would have told you!" He insists. "Yes, but-" "And if he told you, you would have told me! Best friends forever? Ya, right." He mutters. "Louis. The doctor did tell me you were going blind, about a month and a half ago." I confess. "Then why didn't you tell me?" He cries, leaning his back against the wall. "Because, I don't know, I didn't want to believe it! Your sight was halfway gone, and I hoped it would stay that way. And it did for over a month! But, then," I explain, stopping dead in my tracks not knowing what to say next. Louis searches the room again and finally rests his eyes on me. "Then? Then I went Blind Harry! What is the point of living if you can't see? Why travel the world, why try anything new, if there is really nothing new to see when you get there?" He shouts at me. I just shake my head. "I just didn't know how to tell you! You are my best friend and I didn't want to scare you!" I tell him, but he doesn't seem to care, or listen to anything I say. "You know what is scary? Waking up one morning and not seeing ANYTHING! You keep trying and trying, hoping that when you open your eyes again you can see everything like you used to, and be normal! But that doesn't happen!" He begins. "Well," I try to add in, but he just keeps talking. "I would have liked it if maybe you would have given me a heads up. So I could see the things I wanted to see before I couldn't see anything. And that is what I want most of all. I want to see your baby, I want to see my arm when I get this filthy cast of," he says patting his arm, still covered in the heavy, orange cast. "I want to see the world one more time," He whispers. "But now, I can't! Thanks to YOU!" He cries, and he lays down, covering himself with a knitted blanket. "You can't be blaming me for this," I reason with him, but he just shakes his head. "I already did." "Then why are you even staying in my house? Why don't you go see the world huh? Oh! Because you are blind! You can't do anything yourself! I need to take you to the bathroom, change your clothes, make you breakfast and lunch and dinner, and this is how you repay me? Why am I letting you live here? You say you aren't my bestfriend? Fine. Don't be. But I only let my best friend's live in my house. So have fun packing when you can't see your own suitcase," I mutter, walking out of the room, knowing that he took to heart everything I said. If I can find him a place to go and he doesn't apologize, he better enjoy being there because that is where he will stay.

 

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