Colours- Harry Styles romance

After an accident, Isabella became blind. With a father on the road and no real friends, life can be lonely.. But when she turns back to a real school, instead of being home- schooled Isabella meets the friends she's always been looking for. They show her what's behind her bedroom walls. She also finds out that life as a normal teenage girl isn't as easy as it seems.


14. Chapter 14

'Bella.' Someone is shaking my shoulders gently. 'Bella, wake up.' It's whispered again in my ear. I slowly open my eyes and realise I'm lying on my back in bed. My head still hurts from the night before but it's not too bad. 'What time is it?' I mumble. 
'It's just past 10.' 
'I promised Kat I'd be home for lunch. She wants to go shopping.' I sigh, not wanting to leave. 'Bella? Who's Kat actually?' Alice blurs out the question as if it's been on her mind for a long time and she couldn't hold it back anymore.But then again, I have never really told her who Kat and Joe are. I haven't told her much actually.
'Kat and Joe came to live with us a long time ago. Because my dad is always working.' I pull myself up and cross my legs. i know where this conversation is going. 'What happened to your mother?'
She says it with a quiet, shy voice. I can hear she feels kind of guilty for asking. 'My mum passed away years ago.' I think a wh
ile about the rest of my answer. 'That's how I got blind.'
Both of us are silent, but it's not the awkward type of silence. I know Alice is just taking in what I told her and trying to find a way to support me. I know I don't have to say anything to let her know that she's already doing everything she can. 'Do you want to tell me what happened?' 
Part of me wants to tell her exactly what happened, but the other part wants to put all the memories and details away forever and pretend it never happened. Like I was born like this: Without sight and without mother. But she deserves to know everything after sall that she's done for me, so I tell her. 
'I was 10 when it happened. We were in our car, driving to a sleepover party from a friend. And when we went through the traffic lights, another car suddenly crashed into us. The driver felt like the rules of red traffic lights, didn't apply to him.' I say the last bit sarcastically. I've never been able to forgive that man, even though he has been convicted for his crimes. I have been convicted for the rest of my life. 'I was in coma for three weeks and when I woke up..' 
The only sound in the room I can hear is my own breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I completely shocked Alice. I have a feeling it's worse than she expected, or hoped. Ofcourse it's bad, anything like this is bad, but whenever I've heard people talk about it they always say that it's like those stories you seen on TV, and turn off, because it's just too horrible to think about. 
'I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye, you know.' Unable to hold back my own tears, burning in my eyes, I burst out in a loud sobbing. I try to control it, because I don't want Alice to feel uncomfortable, but I can't. Everytime I repeat that sentence in my head I get so mad and heartbroken at the same time. Life isn't a wish-granting factory, I know that, but I never expected it to be so unfair.
'Do you look like your mum?' Alice whispers. 'My grandma always used to say I did..' I feel the warm touch of her hands on my wrist. 'but after my mum died, she never said it again.' Alice pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head. 'I'm sorry, Isabella.' She whispers in my ear, her head leaning against mine. We sit like that for a while, not saying anything. 

It's surprisingly warm outside, when I walk home with Alice. Her mother offered to drive me home, but I said I'd rather walk, not realising I didn't quite know the way yet. So Alice decided to come with me. We don't speak to each other, but I know we're both thinking the same things. Until Alice suddenly blurs out something unexpected. 'You like Harry don't you?'
I keep on walking, looking at the ground to hide my face. 'I know you do.' She apparently doesn't nee dmy answer. By the sound of her voice I know she's smiling. 'Don't worry, I don't think he knows.'  She puts her hand on my shoulder briefly. i still don't know what to say. I've been trying to push away my feelings all the time, because I didn't know what to do with them, but I have to admit I feel different when I'm around him.
'Don't tell me you're one of those girls who's never been in love before and is afraid of rejection bla bla bla.' I chuckle lightly. 'No, this isn't a fairy-tale.' I think of a boy named Thomas. We used to go to the same school and I remember being in love with him for a long time. I feel embarrassed thinking about it now. But on the other hand I was only 8, so how could I have known how silly it was. 'So what are you going to do?' Alice asks curiously, pocking her elbow in my arm. 'Nothing.' I simply state. 

Alice immediately objects. 'Ofcourse you're going to do something!' She shouts out. I tell her to keep it down, afraid someone we know might hear us. She continues, whispering. 'I'm going to help you, Bel.' I shake my head, but I know it's not going to be easy to get her mind off of it. 'He doesn't like me back, so there is nothing you can do.' I sigh disappointed. 
'Bullshit. You're smart, you're pretty, you're different, which is what he's into. You're- ' 
'I'm blind.' I interrupt her rudely. I'm thankful for her help and optimism, but if there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that you have to be realistic. And feelings like this are just a waste. 
'I'm handicapped Alice. No one wants a handicapped girlfriend.' 
Alice grabs my wrist and stops me. 'Will you stop drowning yourself in self pity.' 
'It's not self pity. It's being realistic.' I snap back at her, freeing myself. I continue walking, with my hands in the pockets of my coat, where they for fists. This conversation was also a waste. 
I hear the ticking of her heels on the street as she quickly catches up with me. 'You always say you want people to treat you like you're normal. Maybe it's time you start treating yourself like that.' She follows me as I begin to walk faster down the street. 'Let's just stop talking about it, shall we?' I don't want to fight with her. She doesn't say a word about it anymore, although I know the words are burning on her lips, and the rest of the walk home is in silence. 

Hiii, I'm in Greek class atm!
But next week I have autumn break so I'll have enough time to fix my lack of sleep from the past few days. I hope you like this chapter and I'd love to have some feedback form you guys on the story so far. You know, what do you like, what do you think could be done better. Who's your favourite character? Anything! I really want to know:D 

Xoxo KimSascha


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