The Blind Kid ➝ h.s

Sixteen

Sixteen

Georgie

Me and Harry sit and talk and he sings me a few more songs he wrote. I swear he will make it big one day. He has such a unique voice and if you add his cheekiness and looks it doubles everything.

My eyes look across his room, while Harry lays on the bed, humming to himself. My eyes fall on a steel strong guitar that lays against the wall on the corner. My eyes widen, as I go to grab it. I lift it up. " Harry is this guitar yours?!?!?" I ask. He sits up, nodding his head sheepishly.

" yeah..." He trails off. I sit on the bed, placing the guitar in his hands.

" You play?" I ask, curious. He nods, plucking on the strings.

" That's so cool! How did you learn?" I ask.

" My dad showed me. Before he left." He says. " he would make my hands form the chords, then sooner or later I could memorize where to place my hands. It's sorta hard to explain, but yeah." He explains. I nod, very interested.

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" No fucking way!" Louis exclaims, digging his hands in the bag of chips. I laugh, loudly.

" it's true!" I exclaim. " It's on my left butt cheek and its shaped like a banana." I was telling him about the birthmark on my butt. He shakes his head.

" I've seen you naked many times. I would have noticed it." Yes, he's seen me naked. We're really close friends. No, we don't do anything you nastys.

" Whatever." I roll my eyes. " do I have to show you?" I ask. He gags.

" uh, no. I'm trying to eat here." I growl, punching him in the shoulder, getting up and grabbing the empty bowl of popcorn and putting it in the kitchen. Me and louis are having a sleepover and we've binge watched the new episodes of Teen Wolf, which is what we do all the time, because we always miss multiple episodes.

" There's gonna be a talent show next week, geo." Louis says, cuddling up against me.

" Oooh do you think we should join?" I ask. He laughs.

" Us? He ask, pointing at us, still laughing.

" We'd do great!" I say, then pause. " Well you would be. You have a good voice louis." I say. He shakes his head.

" no I'm good. I'm not really into talent shows." I pout.

" Your no fun, Lou bear." He smiles, before snuggling his face in my neck.

" I love you." He says.

" I love you, Lou." I say, when his phone goes off. He rolls his eyes, huffing.

" It's Amy." He says, shrugging. I wiggle my eyebrows.

" Oooh it's Your lover. Go take it! I'll be fine." I say, grinning. He frowns, but goes anyway. What's wrong with him?

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" You should join the talent show." I suggest, excitedly, hands clasped together.

" why?" He ask.

" why?!? Harry, because your amazing at singing and playing the guitar! What do you mean why?!?" I say. He shakes his head.

" I would but embarrass myself." He says, frowning.

" no you wouldn't." I say. " please. People need to know how great you are!"

" I guess...I guess I could try, but I'm only doing this because I trust you." He smiles. I grab his hand, kissing it.

" you can always trust me, hazza." I lean up, kissing him softly. He grins, rubbing his nose against my cheek.

" Hazza? I like it."

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ONE QUESTION DO YOU GUYS WANT SMUT?!?!? And this is short sorry :/