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.


2. Chapter 2

The sound of the lunch bell is overwhelmed by the moving chairs and loud voices of people excited to leave class. Immediately the stories and the gossip starts. Again they think I can't hear them whispering about me. I've always wanted to defend myself when something like this happened, but I decide to ignore it as much as I can. This is high school, everybody talks. I'll get used to it, I suppose. I stay in my seat until I don't hear anymore footsteps. Avoiding the chaos in the halls is my main priority. But the only friend I've made so far is Alice, well if you can call her a friend, and she's not here. 'Young lady it's lunch break, time to go.' My teacher is still moving around at his desk, getting ready to head to the teachers room. 
'Yes sir.' I say, standing up sighing. Where do I have to go?

I slightly touch the cold stone wall with my fingertips as I make my way down the now, almost empty hall, apart from a few voices whispering and the sound of doors closing. In my other hand I have my cane,  but in an unfamiliar place like this, I need some extra help from the wall. When my touch suddenly withdraws from the wall I notice I've reached the stairs. Carefully I place my foot on the first step, and within a few seconds I'm back on the ground floor, where the noises are a lot louder. On my right side, is the canteen supposed to be and I figure that since a lot of people are walking past me in that direction, my thoughts are correct. 
But my feet carry me further down the hall. I can't afford to be in such a busy place. Luckily I've learned how to navigate around people a long time ago, in the busy streets of London, through I notice many people stepping aside probably when they see me coming. 

I manage to find my way to the bathroom, but realise I don't even know whether it's the boys or girls bathroom. I push the door open a little bit and listen if I hear voices or other sounds, but the bathroom seems to be completely abandoned. I bite my lip debating whether or not I should go. Oh fuck it, I think to myself pushing the door open further. Again my hand tries to find something to hold on to, while I look for a toilet door. 
Suddenly I hear the creaking sound of the door behind me and shut my eyes praying that I'll hear high heels clicking on the floor, or high giggling of girls who are talking about a guy, any sign of this being the girls bathroom. 

'Hey what are you doing here?' I freeze completely when I realise the voice speaking to me isn't female. 'I ehh..' Looking for words, I feel my cheeks heat up and know I'm blushing, so I keep my back towards the door. 'I didn't know if..' I nervously shuffle my feet on the ground, but then I hear the familiar 'Oh' of someone realising why I did what I did. 'The girls bathroom is a bit further down the hall.' The boy speaks slowly, with a posh accent. 'I could show you, if you want.' He sounds polite and my nerves start to fade away. I turn around to face him and smile at him, before dropping my gaze again remembering it's always a risk to look at people, if you don't know what exactly you're looking at. 
'Yes, please.' I say quietly. My hand feels the warmth of his as he guides me out of the boys bathroom, and I feel the nerves come back. 
'Here it is.' A few meters to the right is another door. 'Thanks.' I say, embarrassed of the fact that I walked into the wrong bathroom. 'Hey don't feel stupid.' Apparently the embarrassment can be read of my face. 'Some people walk into the wrong bathroom even through they can see where they are.' He jokes, actually putting a smile on my face. 'Okay, I ehm' I put my hand against the door and push it open. 'Oh yeah, right. You need to go to the toilet.' The boy states awkwardly. 'Thanks, again.' I say, before turning around and closing the door behind me. 

This time I'm not alone, and the voices of girls talking about how much they hate a teacher stop, when I pass them. I disappear into the first toilet I can find and sink down on the toilet seat, with head in my hands. Omg that was so embarrassing, looking back on what just happened I can't help but laugh at myself. This is typically me, something I'll remember for a long time. But luckily for me, I bumped into the right person and not one of those assholes who just laugh at you. He seemed nice, at least he sounded nice, whatever his name was. Being blind means you have to rely on your instinct and on what you can hear in peoples voices and read form their actions. People ask me all the time if I'm never curious about what people look like, but to be honest I like the fact that I'm not even able to judge someone without really knowing them. I can give everyone a fair shot and I've experienced many times that people who got to know me felt comfortable, with that idea in mind. 
I remember that I'm still seated on a toilet and quickly finish, before stepping out and making my way to the sink. When I leave the bathroom again, I catch myself secretly hoping to bump into the boy again and finding out more about him. 

Second chapter. What do you think?



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