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.


17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

(this chapter is in the past tense. I always write in the present tense but idk I wanted to try something different and see how that goes.) 

When I woke up, I could tell the bed I was lying in wasn't my own. I couldn't sink deep into  this one and escape the world like I would do sometimes. Another thing that proved to me that I wasn't in my own room, was the beeping noise beside my head. I wanted to reach out my hand and feel what was making the sound, but I was afraid. Feeling was like my way of seeing, so I remained blind in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. I felt numb, as if I was on medicine. That's when I started to put the pieces together. The unfamiliar room wasn't so unfamiliar after all, because I had spent an important time here years ago. And just like back then, I didn't know why I was here. 
I decided to call for help, trying to ignore the voice in the back of my mind, which was putting together all kinds of scenarios why I could be here. 'Shut up.' I whispered to it, like it would help. 

It didn't take long for someone to come to my rescue. 'Hi, Isabella.' I didn't recognise the woman talking to me. 'I'm your nurse, Sarah.' She introduced herself, speaking slowly and clear, as if I wans't just blind, but also nuts. 
'What - What happened?' My own voice sounded smaller than it had ever done before. I tried to sit up in the bed, but Sarah gently pushed me down again. 'Don't move. I'm going to get the doctor and your mother.' And without another word, she disappeared again. 'She's not my mother.' I whispered, though she was too far away to hear me. In the moments it took her to bring me a doctor, I tried to remember what happened, but the medicine had slowed down my mind. It made me tired. 

Kat hurried in. I could tell she had been crying. 'Oh god, you're alright.' She kissed my forehead and took my hand. But she had to interrupt her little moment, because we weren't alone. 'So, Isabella..' my doctor began, as if he was waiting for me to tell him what had happened to me.  'you were in a car accident earlier today. We have done some scans and luckily you only have a concussion.' Lucky me.
I remained silent. Next to my bed Kat was holding her breath. I tried to stay calm and everything, but it was impossible to hold back the flashes of memories that had never faded away. The last time I woke up after a car accident they had to tell me my mother had died. Isn't it weird, how I can't even remember what happened a few hours before I came here, or what I was wearing the first day of school, but these kind of things just stay printed in my mind forever.
'Harry's mum is okay.' Kat said, knowing what I was thinking. She knew me too well. Sometimes I wish she couldn't always read my mind. 'We want to keep you here for the night, just in case.' The doctor finally said, before leaving us. 
'Harry is still here.' Kat said, after a few minutes of silence.
'He's been waiting outside. Do you want to see him?' 
'I gave up my hopes of seeing anyone a while ago Kat.' 
'You know what I mean.' I did know what she meant. She wasn't mocking my handicap, but she also refused to change normal sayings just because of it. I kinda liked it. Much more than people who apologise immediately after they say something 'unthoughtful.' 
'I'd like to 'see' him, yeah.' 

We just kinda waited there, him sitting on a chair beside my bed, and me lying on my back with my face towards the ceiling. I listened to the beeping machines and his breathing. He needed some time, I supposed. 
'How is your mother?' I asked him. 'She's fine.' He whispered. 'Well, not fine but..' He didn't finish his sentence, but I knew what he meant. It's not just about being fine 'physically'. 
'How are you feeling?' He asked in return. 'You know those dramatic TV shows?' I said, not exactly answering his question. 'What about them?' 
'Every single character ends up in the hospital at least three times in their lives. That's kind of how I feel, right now.' I whispered, thinking of the soap my mum used to watch. It always confused me that in every episode someone was lying in the hospital. I couldn't even keep up with it. 
'It's like the universe is trying to tell me something.' I laughed. Why was I laughing? 
'She just won't. die.' I said in the voice of what I assumed the universe would sound like, if it could speak to me. 
'Isabella.' Harry was shocked, but probably blamed it on the medicine. That's what I did at least. 
'Is it weird that I'm kind of disappointed?' I turned my head to him. I continued without waiting for his answer. 'You know. In the first accident I lost my sight, so wouldn't it be fair if I got it back this time?' It was a decent theory for me. 
'Life isn't fair, Bella.' For the first time he took my hand. I thought that maybe he'd never really been to a hospital before and didn't know what was appropriate or allowed, but I was glad I could feel him. 'You, out of all people, should know that now.' And I did. Oh, how I knew. 

The next day I, as the doctor had predicted, got to go home. While I was waiting in bed, fully clothed in my post-hospital outfit, there was a small knock on the door even though it was open. I turned my head to it. 'Hi.' It was Alice. It had crossed my mind before if she knew about the accident. Ofcourse she did. Harry would have told her. 'Hi.' I replied, trying to smile. I did not succeed.
'How are you feeling?' She asked.
'Medicated.' I said, causing her to laugh a little. 
'I'm sorry about everything that happened.' I could hear her come closer and sit down on the bed beside me. 'Me too.' I said, truthfully. 
'You know, I haven't told you who I have a crush on.' I was wondering whether I really wanted to know, but she told me anyway. 

'Ben.' I was surprised, but then I tried to imagine them together, for as far as that goes for me, and I approved of it. I had one important question though. 
'Why not Matt?' I asked, grinning. I received an elbow poking in my arm. 'Why? Because they are twins?' Alice asked. After a silence she said: 'That's racist, Isabella.' 
We both laughed which ended in a hug. She never really answered my very important question. 

Le me is back. *Ta ta taaa* 
I hope you like it! :D 

Xoxo KimSascha


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