Dedication: @LarryWriting for explaining how to put photos in the multimedia from your laptop. LIFESAVER, ILY.
(Louis POV)
"I'm going to the shop Mum, be back in 5!" I shout to my mum while walking to the door
"Okay love" I hear her shout back as I was closing the door.
I walked down my street towards the shop pulling my coat tighter around me to shield my body from the cold November air. I turned the corner from my street and walked down the main road towards the local shop. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time, 3:25pm. "Great" I muttered to myself under my breath, this is when all the traffic starts and kids start coming home from school.
I pressed the button on the lights and waited patiently for the light to turn to red, I crossed the road and walked a few feet down into the shop, I picked up a bottle of Coke and a bag of Doritos before paying and walking back out. I noticed a few school buses start to turn the corner as I pressed the traffic lights button once more.
After waiting several moments for the lights to change I made my way across the road but something caught my eye. I turned to see a boy with amazing curly locks and quite a slim figure getting pushed off the bus. He slammed into the glass of the shelter and fell to the floor as the contents of his bag emptied. The bus driver just looked at him, pulled out the stop and carried on driving!
I stood there in shock for a few moments before bringing myself back to reality. I dropped whatever was my hand and ran over to the boy who had a large cut from his forehead to his temple and was searching around frantically for his belongings.
"C'mere, let me help you" I said, bending down to pick up his things and put them back in his back. He looked around frantically to see who spoke.
I looked at him curiously as he was stood facing slightly away from me and then it hist me. He's blind!
I threw his back over my shoulder and lifted him up from the ground gently as he stood there with fear plastered over his face. I put my hands on his cheeks to tell him I was in front of him and he looked straight at me. I never felt so lost than I did in that moment. He had bright shining emerald green eyes surrounded by long think eyelashes. Wow, I thought.
"Who a-are y-you?!" He stuttered out.
"M'names Louis, keep still you've cut your forehead" I said hoping to make him relax a little by telling him my name "What's yours?"
"H-Harry" he mumbled out, barely audible as if he was afraid to say his name.
"Come on let me help you I've got your stuff, do you live nearby?" I asked sounding a bit creepy but he couldn't manage on his own.
"T-two roads d-down" he replied. I was quite surprised he mentioned that as he seems to fearing for his life right now.
We started to walk but the second he put pressure on his ankle he let out a little yelp and stopped instantly.
"Here put your arm around my shoulder and lean on me" I suggested. Hesitantly he did as I wrapped my arm around his waist to support his weight better.
We carried on walking slowly as Harry told me which street he lived on and with me carrying most of his weight.
We finally reached his house after disappointingly walking past my Doritos which are now a pile crumbs on the floor. I knocked on the door but no-one answered.
"My m-mums at work and m-my sister w-will be at college s-still" he said slowly. We stood outside for a few moments as I felt awkward going into his house even if it was to help him because for all he knows is I could be some 40 year old creep!
"Umm" I said awkwardly "Do you have a key like, y'know so I can help you in..." I trailed off a bit.
A look of pure horror flashed across his face "Uh, Umm-"
"Shh, it's okay I just need to help you that's all I felt a bit awkward asking myself..." He seemed to relax a bit after slowly handing over his keys.
I opened his door and lifted him a little so he was inside and shut the door behind me.
"Where's the kitchen? I'll help you clean up" I said before helping him hobble towards a rather large nice kitchen. He glided his fingers along the walls as if to tell himself where he was going. I sat him down at a chair and ran over to the sink to get a clean cloth and some paper towels. I ran the cloth under warm water and walked back over to him pulling a chair to sit opposite to him.
"Tell me if this hurts okay?" I said holding up the damp cloth to his face. He gave me small nod so I slowly pushed his fringe away and started to wipe at the blood on his temple.
"So, Harry how old are you?" I started to say trying to make a little conversation even if it was small talk but I guess it's a good enough seeing as though we met 10 minutes ago.
"Umm, 15, y-you?" he replied slowly.
"Really?! Wow, and I turned 17 a couple months ago" I smiled but oh yeah...
"Why was you so s-shocked by my age?" he replied with a little raspy chuckle. Well at-least he's not as nervous and I got him to laugh, but this damn cut won't stop bleeding.
"Don't know, you look older I guess, around my age, was just shocked a little s'all"
"Oh" was Harry's reply. Well then...
"H-Harry?" I said slowly, my voice cracking a little
"Yeah?" He said looking at me.
"Umm, I don't mean to be rude I'm just y'know wondering... Umm, are y-you blind?" I replied slowly
His head rose a little as his eyes darted up again looking straight at me. His face dropped a little again and he answered with a muffled "Yeah" he looks quite... Hurt?
"Oh. I figured I just you know wanted to clarify it, sorry if it's a sensitive subject" I said while rubbing him arm attempting to soothe him a little. I carried on dabbing at the large cut while mumbling little 'sorries' every time he winced.
"No, no. I'm used to it now I guess, I was just expecting you to leave me if I said anything" his voice lowered to barely a whisper.
"What! Why?" I replied rather shocked that he thought I would do that but my answer was interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking and a brunette haired walked in the kitchen along with who I'm guessing is him mum.
His mum looked towards Harry then to me and back to Harry before dropping her bag on the floor. "What happened!" she said rushing over and taking Harry's face in her hands and examining the cut.
"M'fine mum, it's nothing" He said slowly staring at his lap
"Well it doesn't look like nothing to me, who's this?" she replied turning to look at me giving me a half glare/half warm looking stare probably because I'm a stranger in her house but I did help her son after all.
"I'm Louis; umm he got pushed off the bus and hit his head on the shelter so I helped clean up his wound a little..." I trailed off. She looked at me for a moment before giving me a warming smile and a sideways hug but receiving a little glare from Harry.
(Harry's POV)
Darkness all I can see is darkness. I don't mind it now as I'm used to it I guess but it would be nice to be able to see colours and faces and be able to read and watch films without some annoying woman commentating what's happening throughout. I sighed as Louis finished cleaning my head and my mum went to the counter to make everyone but Louis a cup of tea. He declined probably because he was shy and already felt like an intruder. I felt Louis stand up and water running so I guess he was washing the cloth the tap turned off and I felt soft, warm hands cup my cheeks.
"Harry?" He asked me and I hummed in response.
"Umm... I'm going to go I think I've been here long enough..." He trailed of sounding rather awkward.
"No!" I said a little too quickly. "Umm, don't go please?" I said trying to cover up my sudden outburst.
"Umm, okay what do you want do then?" He replied sounding a little relieved that I actually wanted him to stay.
"We can go in my room, y'know" I mumbled sounding rather embarrassed.
"Yeah, okay!" He said before helping me up and wrapping his arm around my waist before walking with me. I ran my hands along the wall before climbing the stairs slowly with Louis still attached to me. I must admit it felt... Nice knowing that someone actually cared for me, or that's what I hoped anyway. Hmm, I'll bring it up later.
(Louis POV)
I walked up the stairs with Harry still holding onto him by the waist, I was a little scared of him falling or tripping not just because he's blind but he seemed to struggle walking on his ankle. Wait why should I be scared, it's his house he must walk around here every day?! I asked myself. I guess he could get dizzy and fall; after all he did bang his head rather hard and hurt his foot. It felt nice being with Harry but I'm holding him in case he falls from the dizziness. Yes that's why, I lied to myself.
We walked into a middle-sized room that I'm guessing was Harry's. It had a deep blue carpet with white walls. There were wooden drawers and a wardrobe with a matching double bed and posters of band like 'The Fray' and singers like Stevie Wonder. Damn this boy has good taste in music I thought to myself. We sat down on his bed and I pulled my arm from around his waist before fiddling with my fingers awkwardly.
(Harry's POV)
I sat down on my bed as Louis took his arm from around him. The air suddenly went a bit thicker and there was an awkward silence. I don't know why Louis kept his arm around me because I obviously knew my way around my house but I didn't say anything because it felt nice and supporting.
I pulled myself from my thought of Louis and decided to ask him a question that was rather embarrassing as I don't think you're supposed to ask it, it just... happens.
"Umm, Louis" I said awkwardly playing with my hands that were getting rather sweaty.
"Yeah?" He replied. I could literally feel him smiling.
"Can we be friends?" I asked in one breath, terrified of what he would reply with
"No..."
[A/N]: WOO CLIFFHANGER LOL. OMG this is sooooo long it's taken me half a day to write but I'm not bothered I love the idea of this story :)