"I'm Blind." | Larry Stylinson ✔️

Chapter Fourteen;The First Powerful Words Spoken.

"It's me, isn't it?" Louis asked, as soon as he knew Harry was watching him.

"What's you?"

It's now Tuesday. Lunch time had finally rolled around and Louis had tried his best to find his way to the art department as fast as he could to ask Harry the question.

"You've been drawing me, haven't you." Harry couldn't stop the smirk sliding on to his face.

"So you worked it out.." Louis blushed a little as he reached out and attempted to hit Harrys arm but hitting his chest insted.

"Hey, I'm a little slow at those kind of things, okay? It took me a while, but I finally got there." Harry chuckled as he took a hold of Louis hand and bought him to his favourite table once again, pulling out a chair for Louis to take. Harry sat down opposite and placed his head in his hands, staring at the blind boy.

"You know, what I said yesturday, I ment every word." And Louis couldn't help the heat rising to his cheeks.

"Aww stop, your making me blush, I can feel it." As Louis reached up to cover his face, Harry let go of his head and grabbed Louis' wrists. Stopping the others motion.

"No stop." It wasn't like Louis had a choice, but he still obeyed Harrys whispered demand. "I like that I can do that. Make you blush." Harry explained slowly, trying not to sound too creepy. That just made Louis blush even more, and even caused his to bight the inside of his mouth.

Harry had put a mental note to the side, reminding him to draw that exact moment as soon as he arrived home. And he did. As soon as his foot stepped inside of his parent house, Harry ran to his art room, sitting down at the old wooden desk and bought out the first shade of pencil he needed. He made sure to make Louis blush as much as possible that day, trying to keep the picture stored in his mind so he could get the colouring just right on the cheeks.

Harry sat for hours. Ignoring his mothers please to go and eat his supper. He needed to get this finished before the memory was lost. At exactly 12:54 am, Harry had finished. And to say he was pleased with what he was left with was an understatement. He had managed to find the perfect shade of pink and red to mix together to get the shade of the blood rush.

Once he had pinned the picture up, in the corner of the room, next to the other many of the boy, sleep had finally hit Harry like a ton of bricks. His eyes suddenly felt as if they couldn't stay open any longer and his legs felt as if they were going to fall off.

So after practically dragging himself up the stairs, Harry had entered his bedroom, stripped fully and dived on to his bed. Within minutes, quiet snores filled the room and Harry was deep in sleep.

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The days passed, weeks flew by and every hour, Louis spent with the fact that Harry drew him, on his mind. Questions were still un-answered and they were just sat there waiting to be explained. Three weeks after the confession Harry made towards Louis, and they still spent every lunch time and weekend together.

Today was no different. It was Friday the ninth of October. Trees no longer had the summer green in their leaves and people were waiting for the next holiday, which was halloween, to come around. This time of year had always been Louis' favourite. Seeing all the different disguises used by different people.

It had also been the one that did his head in the most. The way girls would use it as an excuse to dress up in the most sluty costume they could find. And the way boys would use it as a time to 'pull' one of those girls. This year, obviously, would be a lttle different. He wouldn't have to see all of those things. Louis was sat down on his bed, legs crossed while Harry was a little over seven inches away, sat in the same position at the opposite side of the bed.