The Blind Kid ➝ h.s

Five

Five

Georgie

I giggle at the screen in front of me, smiling brightly. The joke wasn't even funny, but I couldn't help but laugh at Harry's silliness. We had swapped numbers and constantly texted each other. I look down at the screen, when I suddenly wonder how he was even reading the messages or typing. Before Harry can reply I type a short, asking how he was reading the messages and typing, then sit confused. Minutes later my phone buzzes and his message pops up.

Harry: I use an app called 'Jaws'and it reads the message, same with the computer and I have memorized the keyboard for phones and computers :)

Georgie: Ohhhhhhhh that makes much more sense. I just all the sudden wondered how lol

Harry: Yeah sometimes I misspell stuff don't judge me...

Georgie: I would never judge you...

Harry: Why are you so nice to me?

Georgie: Because I'm not an ass, like the guys who pick on you.

Harry: Yeah you aren't :) Your very lovely xx

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Louis and I walk into the cafeteria, clipboards in our hands. We're discussing the props for the play, and what parts to keep in the play and out, well more like arguing. We just couldn't agree on anything, but when can we ever. We may be best friends, but that doesn't mean we have to agree on everything. " No! I still think we should keep the lockers blue!" I argue, throwing my hands in the air, as we sit at the lunch table. We normally don't eat lunch, because school food is some nasty shit.

" No, they should be yellow," He fire's back. I roll my eyes, banging my head on the table. Louis sit's silently, as I close my eyes. I'm just so stressed out and I have been for weeks and it sucks.

" What's wrong?" He asks. " Besides the stress of the play," He adds, tapping my head and shifting through the papers on his clipboard. I lean up on my elbows, a frown on my face. My dad. That's what. Harry may have taken my mind off of it for a little while, but that couldn't last forever. Louis knows that he didn't come, but hasn't said anything.

" My dad," I admit. Louis looks at me, frowning.

" I know it must be hard, but its going to be okay. He didn't come for a reason<" He says, smiling.

I sigh. " Yeah, because he hates my mom," I respond. He just frowns some more, pulling me into a hug. I smile, feeling somewhat better. Louis's hugs help a lot in situations. He pulls back looking me dead in the eye.

" Now, just remember your father loves you and its not your fault he left," He says, smiling. " I love you also, Geo," He grins. That was my nickname for him. It was either Geo or Sissy.

" I love you too, Loubear," I say, back, tackling him in a hug, laughing. I really did. He was the best friend a girl could ever have.

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" No! " I retort in disgust at Louis, script in my hand. The fake glasses on his face, slide down his nose and he pushes them back up. He frowns, looking me in the eye.

" Why?" He whispers, fake tears filling his eyes.

" Because your a geek," I retort, when my phone loudly goes off in my pocket. I sigh, feeling around for my phone. I tap my messages and see it's from Harry, making me smile.

Harry: Hey xx

" What are you doing?!?! We need to get back to work. The play is tomorrow," Louis exclaims, coming over to me, ripping the glasses off his face.

" I know, I know! Someone just texted me," I explain. He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. " Just give me a few minutes," He nods, looking annoyed. I roll my eyes at him, turning around.

Georgie: Hellooooo, Harold xx

Harry: Harold? That's new.

Georgie: Yeah....so my plays tmr...

Harry: Yeah I know.

Georgie: Are you going to come?

Harry: I usually don't. I mean why would I when I can't even see?

I frown, instantly regretting the question. Why ask that? I'm so stupid. I roll my eyes at myself.

Georgie: Oh

Harry: I mean I could still come though and maybe you could come over to my place afterwards...

Georgie: yeah! That would be great!

Harry: Can't wait to see you perform, no wait hear? Be in your presence? Omg idk...

Georgie: lol, well I have to go practice xx

Harry: Bye xx

I smile, slipping my phone in my back pocket. I couldn't wait for tomorrow.