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.


4. Chapter 4

I don't know much about love. Not even the love of a father and a mother, but there's one thing that has always fascinated me about love. The fact that you don't get to choose who you love. And that even when you think you have a 'type' you can still love someone else, without really understanding why. Without anyone understanding why. But you have no choice, because you can't stop it. 
Love is unpredictable. But that's what I think I'll like the most about it, if I ever love someone.

'Isa! You're going to be late!' Someone tries to steal my covers, but I hold on to them tightly, not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed. I turn around on my other side, trying to hand from the greedy hands, but there's no escaping. 'Come on, Isa.' This time I have to give up and let Kate take me away from my dreams which I hadn't finished yet. I guess that's what makes people so moody in the morning. They have unfinished dreams waiting for them to come back, but they can't because life is waiting for them too. 

I finally open my eyes and get used to the light in my room, while I can hear Kate opening my closet door. 'What do you want to wear?' She asks me. I don't really have a n opinion on it. I trust that she knows what suits me and what doesn't, but she always asks. Just in case I know something. 'I don't know what the weather's going to be like.' I simply respond, in all honesty. 'but what time is it?' 'It's 7:30, love.' She always wakes me up too early. Unlike other girls I don't spend ages on my clothes and make up. But I'm not completely stupid, obviously I let Kate check me every time in case something looks odd, but other than that I don't really care. I would only dress u for myself, but unfortunately I can't see it, so why should I try so hard? It's not like there are a lot of guys looking for blind girls to date.

It's the second day of school and I already feel more comfortable and confident. I'm just going to do this, fuck it. There's nothing that will keep me away from here, since this is what I've been wanting for so long. The sun is shining and I can feel it burning on my skin. It's a good sign, I hope. As the bell rings, opening this school day, I try to get through the people without tripping over something. Though I'm getting more familiar with the halls, I should probably consider coming to school  bit earlier, to get my stuff and be near my classroom before the bell rings. Only I hate getting up earlier. 

I get through the first hours pretty well, without being late or doing something stupid like walking into the wrong toilet. Paying attention to the classes I found out that I like a lot of them, and most teachers have been very helpful. Not everyone is the same, I think sitting on a bench outside the school. The sun is still shining and I'm enjoying it's warmth on my skin as I eat my lunch on my own, while groups of people pass by, on their way to join their other friends and form new groups. 'Can I sit here?' A voice very close to me suddenly wakes me from my thoughts. I hadn't heard anyone approach. 'Ehm, sure.' I listen to the movement beside me as the boy sits down on the bench. 'I'm Harry. The guy who you met yesterday.' He starts introducing himself. 'In the toilet.' I hear a light chuckle in his voice as I feel my cheeks turn red. 'I recognized your voice.' I admit to him, although I only recognized it when he was already introducing himself. Harry, I like that name. 'And you are?' He pokes my arm gently and I realise I haven't answered yet.
'Oh, I'm Isabella.' I play with the ring around my finger, remembering what it looked like when my mother used to wear it. I wonder if it's still so beautiful. ' it difficult?'  He asks, his voice full of curiosity and  concern, which surprises me a bit. I know what he's referring to. Is it hard getting along on a normal school where people talk behind your back and some teachers don't feel the need to help you a little extra just because you're blind. Is it hard to have to guide yourself through people you can't see? Is it hard sometimes feeling like you're not part of this world, because you can't see it. 'It's alright.' I say after thinking it over. I don't want anyone's concern. 

'Harry!' A guy standing few meters behind us calls out his name. Harry chuckles lightly. 'Oh god, they need me.' He whispers more to himself than to me. I can feel him hesitation to stand up and join his friend, probably wondering if it's right to leave me here on my own. I'm about to tell him I need to go, which I don't really, but I don't want to make him feel sorry for me, when he asks me if I'm coming with him. 'I mean, we're a bit weird, but it's better than sitting here on your own.' He explains chuckling at his own description of his little gang. 'Eh, alright.' I say not sure what I'm getting myself into. What if his friends are not really waiting for someone new to join them? 'Come on.' Harry stands up and I try to follow him, looking for my water bottle with one hand while the other takes me bag. 'Here it is.' It's handed to me by Harry who notices me struggling to find it. I thank him quietly as he also hands me my cone. 

I follow the sound of his footsteps on the pavement as we approach a group of people laughing and chatting loudly. Harry clears his throat to get their attention. 'Hi guys.'The chatting fades away and I feel like all eyes are on me. 'This is Isabella.' Harry introduces me to the rest of the group of which I already managed to make out three different people. 'Ehm.' He's probably wondering how to introduce me to them, with me knowing who's who. 'I'm Matt.' One of the guys interrupts. (Oh yes it's Matt Selley!) I feel him taking my hand and shaking it and I can't help but laugh. 'Nice to meet you.' I greet him back. 'And I'm Ben.' I find another hand, from my other side this time. 'But since Matt and I are brothers we look alike so you might mix us up at first.' He informs me, before he realises what he just said. 'Oh but obviously that won't bother you..' He adds quickly and I can hear the awkwardness in his voice. 'You're both such idiots.' A girl finally speaks up. 'Anyway, I'm-' 'Alice.' I interrupt with a big smile on my face. 'You two know each other?' Harry asks me confused. 'I recognized her voice.' I explain to him. 'I didn't think you would.' Alice admits. Meanwhile Matt and Ben are already discussing something else. 'And I'm sorry you're now in this group of idiots.' She whispers to me, referring to the guys. I chuckle lightly and stay with them until after lunch, when we all head our own way. Did I just make friends?


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