Be My Eyes - Larry Stylinson AU -

Being "visually impaired" was never a hassle for the young man named Harry Styles. He went to school and came back home, no big deal. Occasionally he would mess up a bit by walking into the girl's bathroom instead of the men's, but everyone understood. He wasn't allowed a guide, so he used the "stick" that didn't exactly have a pair of eyes to see with.

With college just around the corner, literally, Harry finds his new surroundings harder to imagine. His classes were far apart, making speed a must, and the area was twice as large as his high school back in Holmes Chapel. Although he's known as the "scary guy who never makes eye contact", Harry has his reasons - not that anyone really wanted to try to find them out.

But one particular person did... a curious 21 year old who had his eyes set on the younger boy since he stepped foot on the campus. A lad by the name of Louis Tomlinson.


2. Chapter 1: Be My Roommate

Hey guys, so this chapter is dedicated to (as I know her) Alyssa. She sent me this lovely text basically saying that I needed to update this story or else we were gonna have some problems. Then she threatened to slap me~ so thank HER for this chapter lol. 


Thanks for the few comments you guys gave, I really appreciate them :) 


.xx        - Hannah





"And your theater class is right over- Mr. Styles, are you even paying attention to me?" I nodded my head as the 'man in charge' explained where all my classes were. "I doubt that's the truth. You're looking in the exact opposite direction that I was pointing at." 

"Oh sir, I-" I heard the man sigh, "Mr. Styles, you must pay attention and actually look in the right direction in order to know your way around." I nodded and stared down at my feet. This was going to be a very long day.


-Be My Eyes- Chapter One

"It's nice to meet you Harry, I'm your roommate... uh, mate? I'm over here." I silently cursed myself, my hearing was not as good as it was last year. Maybe I'm just nervous, that's why I don't know what I'm doing. "Oh, sorry, I was admiring this uh-" I reached out to see what exactly I was looking at, "this bookshelf?"

"Dude, that's a trophy case." I cleared my throat and shook my head, "Sorry, I couldn't tell the difference..."

"But there are trophies on it?" I shrugged, "Yeah, I don't have the best eyesight, sorry. What's your name, again?"

"Scott McLeign," he spoke with a bit of uncertainty tainting his voice. I didn't blame him, I had just ruined a first impression. The silence dreaded on and I began to wonder if he had left, but I hadn't heard his footsteps leave. "I'm Harry, Harry Styles. It's nice to, uh, meet you Scott." 

"Yeah, mate, it's nice to meet you to." At that moment I mentally slapped myself, he was already creeped out by my attitude. Although I knew this was going to happen, I had still held onto that tiny shred of hope that maybe it wouldn't happen as quickly as it did. Oh the irony. This world truly hates my guts.

The unwavering silence made me extremely uncomfortable; is he even still in the room? What if I walk into him by accident and he finally realizes that I'm blind, or he gets the wrong idea and thinks I'm completely insane. Which (for the most part) isn't true. For precautionary reasons, I cleared my throat to try to draw a reaction from my supposed roommate. More silence. Seconds later, I felt eyes on my back (not literally I swear). A different voice, that most definitely did not belong to Scott, spoke up, "Mate, you've been standing there since I got in here, and it's rather creepy if you ask me. Are you planning on actually moving any time soon?" 

The voice was familiar, well, the accent was. My ears had heard the accents once before when I had taken a trip from my hometown in Cheshire, out of England, and up towards Ireland straight into Westmeath County. Don't ask what I was doing there, because in all honesty I don't quite remember the reasons myself. I willed myself to speak, avoiding the thought I must seem like a complete idiot to this obvious Irish lad. "Sorry, I didn't know you were in here. I'll just - uh - get myself acquainted." 

My hands shook as I realized I had absolutely no bloody clue where the hell my side of the room was. Was it in the back, the front, the right, the left, the back corner, was this even a goddamn dorm? What if my mum had lied and I'm in an apartment complex on campus? Jesus, what the hell have I gotten myself into, thinking that I could actually survive uni? "Okay, this must sound really stupid, but where's my side of the room?" 

I recieved an immediate answer, "Maybe it's the side that doesn't have Scott's stuff on it." Frowning, I turned towards the voice, "Which side may that be," I seethed the next word, "mate?" 

"Woah, calm down. What are you, blind? It's obviously the right side of the room." I cringed at his choice of words: blind, obvious. "Well it isn't obvious for a blind guy, is it?" The room filled with silence once again, the only sound being the breaths coming out of my mouth. A deep sigh filled the room as the Irish fellow spoke again, this time with a much softer edge to it, "Look, bro, sorry I didn't mean to offend you. I didn't know - I didn't notice - I couldn't tell that you were, you know, uh, blind." His voice was tainted with the slightest bit of remorse as he placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.

"Whatever," I breathed as I stepped to the right where my bed should be. Should be. My hand blindy searched around for some sort of indication that I was near the mattress I had planned on sleeping in for the next year or so. As I had just begun to finally give up and think my bed was either invisible or fake, my hand landed on the spring mattress. Finally, damn it. I tossed my bag and suitcase on top of the uncomfortable feeling mattress and sat down, staring at what I assumed were my feet. This was going to be a very long day if all this shit keeps happening. 

"Need some help unpacking?" The semi-familiar voice of Scott rang throughout the room as I lifted my head to stare straight ahead. Reluctantly, I nodded my head grateful that they spared me the humiliation of asking them myself. "Great - oh, hey Niall. Welcome to our humble abode," his voice trailed off as hushed whispers filled the atmosphere around us. "Seriously? Damn, no wonder he wasn't looking at me earlier." More whispers,"Yeah, I think he mentioned being visually impaired. Nah, shouldn't be a problem. I bet he's cool, no I'm not actually betting Niall; piss off." My eyebrows furrowed as I frowned at their secret conversation. The last words of their conversations came from who I'm guessing is Niall, the Irish guy. "Don't tell me to piss off, you wanker."

I silently chuckled to myself. It had been quite a while since I actually heard someone call another a 'wanker'. Their footsteps proceeded towards me as I stood to my feet, reaching for my suitcase. Of course their short walk towards me didn't go without a few slapping sounds and some 'stop fucking shoving me, bro'.

After throwing a few shirts in a drawer, some jeans in another, the boxers and shit in the top drawer, and hanging my fancier shirts in the larger part of the wardrobe, Scott spoke,  "Okay, Harry. Since we're roommates let's get the rules down quick and easy." I sighed, stopping everything I was doing. "Okay," I replied.

"These are serious rules, all of them must be obeyed, got it?" I nodded and mumbled, "Yeah, whatever." 

"Rule one: Do not steal each other's condoms. Rule two: Don't interrupt each other's masturbating. Rule three: No borrowing clothes, I'm serious. Rule four: Don't mess each other's shit up. Rule five-" Niall briefly interrupted Scott's list of rules, "What type of shit rules are these, Scott?"

"Shut up, Niall I wasn't done. Rule Five-" This time I interrupted, "Uh, I think I'll keep more to myself, so you don't have to worry about me doing of this stuff." 

"Fine, I won't tell you the last rule then. Don't blame me if you fuck it up." I sat on my bed and shook my head, "I won't."

"We'll see about that, Harry." 

As Scott's footstep faded, I realized I was now probably alone in the room. I cringed as I heard him say one last thing (well more like mumble one last thing).


"Rule five: Don't fuck, kiss, make-out, date, or fall in love with each other's friends."





Yeah so Chapter One? Please leave comments on what you think. 

Comment. Like. Fan. :) Yeah bye. 

- Hannah

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