Color Him Wonderful- Larry AU

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Here is a new story that I'm very excited to write, and I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I am with writing this.

thanks to my wonderful friend letting me write her prompt, thank you impexfect2

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People always wondered how he could paint. He couldn't even see where his fingers were painting, but he made it work. All he did was feel the object that he wanted to paint, and he would make it come to life on the canvas. Everyone was baffled, well except for one person, his husband.

Louis Tomlinson was the husband to world famous blind painter, Harry Styles.

Even before Harry went blind he was a fantastic painter, his mother had knew that he would go far, but she didn't realize just how far he'd end up going. When he was about ten, he started complaining about his vision starting to go blurry, the doctors couldn't understand why he was losing his eyesight so fast. By the time he was eleven he was learning braille and then by the time he was twelve he was completely blind.

It was a scary time for Harry because he missed being able to see, but no matter what the doctors said made it even better. They had found out that Harry suffered from glaucoma when he was already completely blind. He just never showed the signs of the condition or they could have stabilized it. Harry had to deal with it and it made everything very difficult for him since the school never wanted to accommodate for him so he had to get all his books in braille himself and had to have someone read out his exams so he can take them. But even that was difficult to do since no one really wanted to help him.

Harry suffered from constant bullying of his peers, mainly tripping him in the hallways so that he would fall down and have to feel around for all of his papers, but there was always someone there to help him up. Harry never knew who he was because he never spoke, come to think of it, he never heard him speak to anyone. But all he did was feel a pair of arms lift him up and then helped him fit his clothes. His walking stick was placed into his hand as his bag was put back on his back and then the person left. It was like the strange figure was following him everyday, but he didn't mind because at least someone at this school liked him enough to help him.

This would go on for a while until one day Harry finally heard his voice. "After all this time I'm not helping you off the floor, I caught you before you fell."

Harry's ears rang from the voice that finally came into his mind. "Huh?"

The boy couldn't help but laugh as he straightened Harry up before he left him alone like he always did, but this time Harry finally knew his voice. Harry frowned as he heard his soft steps shuffle away from where he was.

All Harry wanted to do was to find out who the mystery boy was, the one who haunted his dreams without a face.

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A few weeks later Harry was in the same predicament but this time his sun glasses were broken in half and the boy helped him again. "For someone who can't see surely has some really pretty eyes." The boy reached into his pocket and took out his own and placed them on Harry's face making the boy jump from him touching him.

"Thank you, umm I don't know your name. I'm sorry."

The boy couldn't help but chuckle at Harry, "You already know my name." And just like that the strange boy left again, smiling at the face Harry was making. But, it was true, he already knew who he was. Harry just frowned as he couldn't remember who he was though and it made him sad.

Harry just walked out of the hallway to his next class and walked to his seat to get ready for class.

"Look, it's no eyes trying to learn, haven't you given up yet?" One of his bullies yelled out, making Harry frown. "I'm talking to you, can't you see? Oh wait that's right you can't see."

Harry just stood quiet before a voice broke it up.

"Would you quit it already? You saying those things aren't affecting him anymore because it's old. Why don't you go find something else to make fun of." The familiar voice from earlier spoke, making Harry smile.

"Louis you're one of us you're not supposed to be nice to someone like him."

"Says who? I do what I want."

The class fell silent and Louis chuckled as Jack slumped back in his chair uttering some words. "Would you speak up I didn't hear it over your big fat ego."

Jack growled, sitting up in his chair facing Louis more. "Tomlinson you better watch that mouth of yours or else."

"Or else what? Not like you can kick me off the basketball team, I'm the captain but I can tell coach about what you've been doing to poor Harry here."

Jack frowned. "You wouldn't."

"Watch me. Now you better stop or I will make your life a living hell as you did to Harry." Jack slumped back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

Harry turned his head to where Louis' voice had come from and he smiled. And that's how their friendship first started.