Love Is Blind
My Name is Niall.
Niall’s P.O.V.
New school again, new friends again, new teachers again, new bullies again. I hate my life! My name is Niall, I’m 16 and I’m blind. I had a car accident with my dad when I was 7, and since then I’m blind, and my dad is dead. We move houses very often, because of my mom’s job, and my health. We have been looking for an eye donor for 5 years. And still nothing. Well I wouldn’t mind staying blind forever, I got used to that. But on the other side, I would like to see the people around me. I would like to fall in love. But no one would ever love some blind guy. That’s what hurts the most. I made some friends in my last school, but everyone thought I’m some freak. I hope the situation in this school is better. This is awkward, but I’ve never even kissed a girl. I don’t even know how to do it actually. When I was 14, this girl Marla liked me, and we were good friends, she told me I’m beautiful, but I don’t believe her. I would like to know what I look like more than anything. It’s very hard when you don’t know what you look like. When you don’t know, do you have dimples, what is your hair like…My mom described my hair, my face, my eyes to me, but It’s so hard to imagine it.
Roxy’s P.O.V.
I was in a big rush today, first day of school and stuff. So I was running to my classroom, and I ran into some guy. He felt on the ground, and his books were all around him. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Let me help you with these” I helped him get up. He raised his head, so I could analyze him. He was blonde and cute. He had those cute red cheeks. He seemed confused, like he didn’t know what he was doing. His eyes seemed lost. He wasn’t looking at me, like he didn’t even know what he was looking at.
“It’s okay, Thanks.”
So he left, and I rushed to my classroom.
Niall’s P.O.V.
That girl ran into me. Her voice was so warm, calming…I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop imagining what she looks like. I could only feel her hand when she helped me get up. She probably didn’t even notice I’m blind. I walk like normal people, I act like normal people. But I’m different. I took my stick, he helped me walk. I slowly moved him from left to right, so I wouldn’t run into people again. I heard people laughing, asking questions. ”Is that guy blind?” “He’s cute” “What a freak!” “Oh God!” ”Poor guy!” I got used to these comments. I didn’t even listen to them. Then some guy stopped me and asked me “Hi, do you need any help?” His voice was interesting. Deep, funny…He seemed friendly. “I’m fine…I just don’t know is this my classroom or this.” I showed him two doors one next to the other. “You have English now?” “Yes, you?” “Cool bro, me too. Come on, I’ll guide you” So we went in that classroom together. I sat on one free chair, and He sat next to me. “So you’re really can’t see?” He asked, and his voice seemed worried. “Yes. I really can’t see.” “Wow…So do you have a name dude?” He asked and I gave him a little smile. “I’m Niall, Niall Horan.” I said trying to sound like James Bond. He laughed and said his name was Zayn. He was very friendly. It was very nice for him to guide me to the classroom. Everyone else would just pass right next to me, or just comment how big freak I am. The teacher went in the class and called my name. “So class, we have a new student this year. His name is Niall. Come on Niall, introduce yourself.” So I went. I bumped into someone’s bag, and the class laughed. I walked in front of the board and said: “I’m Niall Horan. I come from Ireland, and yes, I’m blind.” The class went quiet, and they all gave me that “Oh,” I went back on my seat and the teacher continued with her class.
Roxy’s P.O.V.
On my way home, I thought about that blonde guy. I thought about his eyes. They were so lost. So confused. Like he didn’t know where he was looking at. That was so interesting. Those guys gave me inspiration, so I rushed home and took a paper and a pen and drew few sketches. His face was so easy to draw. Every line of his face was completely perfect. He was my muse. I don’t remember the last time I had so much inspiration to draw. He was a great inspiration for me. But when I had to draw his eyes, I remembered how confused they were. So blue, so beautiful…
***
After a while I finished my drawing. Wow. I admired my work. I gotta meet this guy again. I gotta know his name. I gotta see those eyes again. Those eyes gave me inspiration to make art. I gotta see him again! I must! First thing tomorrow, I’ll find him.
Niall’s P.O.V.
I came home late. Zayn introduced me with his friends. Harry, Louis and Liam were very friendly and nice to talk with. They took me out in some kind of a pub. I don’t remember the last time I went out late. Maybe I never did. I mean it’s very hard to go out anyway when you’re…blind. But this time the boys were watching on me. I even drank a beer! A beer! “So, I guess you made some friends when you came home this late mister.” Urghh…I forgot to tell my mom.
“Well didn’t you want that?”
“Yes I did. But you should’ve called me”
“Sorry mum…It won’t happen again”
I kissed my mom’s cheek and went upstairs. I bumped into something in my room. This house was so new to me. I still couldn’t find my way anywhere.
Roxy’s P.O.V.
The next day in school, I was trying my best to find that guy. I guess I would find him at that locker like yesterday, but he wasn’t there…Was he a dream? I thought. Well if he was, then it was a good one. Although disappointed I decided to let it go. The school bell rang, and the crowd rushed in the English classroom. I sat where I was usually sitting. I liked that place, because the place next to me was empty. So I sat, and took out my homework. We had to write a poem. I’m not so good at poetry, so I wrote few stupid lines. Mr. Branxton walked in and cleared his throat. “So, class we had homework so let me hear your poems-” Knocking on the door cut him off. A blonde guy walked in. The same blonde guy I bumped into yesterday. He was real. My inspiration was real. He apologized, and sat on that empty seat next to mine. He took out a paper, I guess it was his poem. ” Oh I almost forgot. Class this is our new student Niall.” I noticed he was wearing black sun glasses and he had a weird stick in his bag. Is he some freak? No, he can’t be...He’s that cute guy from yesterday… Mr. Branxton woke me up from my day dream. A Few students read their poems, and then it was Niall’s turn. I thought he was going to get up and read it, but then he said:
“Mr.Branxton, I can’t actually read my poem…you know-I can’t see, so would someone else mind reading it for me” “Oh, yes Niall…I almost forgot, you’re blind” He was blind!?!? “Roxy can read it for you” I gave him a strange look and got up. Niall gave me his paper, and I started:
“Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind
it was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots
with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you’ve never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
when you smile,
You’ve never loved
your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back
at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly”
I felt a warm feel around my heart. It was beautiful, He wrote the best poem I’ve ever read. He was so talented. I continued with reading, and the class was like “awweee” I glanced up at Niall. He looked so innocent. When the class started clapping, a small proud smile appeared on his face. He was so cute, I thought. His face gave me the best inspirations ever. “Wow Niall…I’m impressed” Mr. Branxton proudly said and gave him an A. The class clapped, and Niall gave them a little shy smile.
New school again, new friends again, new teachers again, new bullies again. I hate my life! My name is Niall, I’m 16 and I’m blind. I had a car accident with my dad when I was 7, and since then I’m blind, and my dad is dead. We move houses very often, because of my mom’s job, and my health. We have been looking for an eye donor for 5 years. And still nothing. Well I wouldn’t mind staying blind forever, I got used to that. But on the other side, I would like to see the people around me. I would like to fall in love. But no one would ever love some blind guy. That’s what hurts the most. I made some friends in my last school, but everyone thought I’m some freak. I hope the situation in this school is better. This is awkward, but I’ve never even kissed a girl. I don’t even know how to do it actually. When I was 14, this girl Marla liked me, and we were good friends, she told me I’m beautiful, but I don’t believe her. I would like to know what I look like more than anything. It’s very hard when you don’t know what you look like. When you don’t know, do you have dimples, what is your hair like…My mom described my hair, my face, my eyes to me, but It’s so hard to imagine it.
Roxy’s P.O.V.
I was in a big rush today, first day of school and stuff. So I was running to my classroom, and I ran into some guy. He felt on the ground, and his books were all around him. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Let me help you with these” I helped him get up. He raised his head, so I could analyze him. He was blonde and cute. He had those cute red cheeks. He seemed confused, like he didn’t know what he was doing. His eyes seemed lost. He wasn’t looking at me, like he didn’t even know what he was looking at.
“It’s okay, Thanks.”
So he left, and I rushed to my classroom.
Niall’s P.O.V.
That girl ran into me. Her voice was so warm, calming…I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop imagining what she looks like. I could only feel her hand when she helped me get up. She probably didn’t even notice I’m blind. I walk like normal people, I act like normal people. But I’m different. I took my stick, he helped me walk. I slowly moved him from left to right, so I wouldn’t run into people again. I heard people laughing, asking questions. ”Is that guy blind?” “He’s cute” “What a freak!” “Oh God!” ”Poor guy!” I got used to these comments. I didn’t even listen to them. Then some guy stopped me and asked me “Hi, do you need any help?” His voice was interesting. Deep, funny…He seemed friendly. “I’m fine…I just don’t know is this my classroom or this.” I showed him two doors one next to the other. “You have English now?” “Yes, you?” “Cool bro, me too. Come on, I’ll guide you” So we went in that classroom together. I sat on one free chair, and He sat next to me. “So you’re really can’t see?” He asked, and his voice seemed worried. “Yes. I really can’t see.” “Wow…So do you have a name dude?” He asked and I gave him a little smile. “I’m Niall, Niall Horan.” I said trying to sound like James Bond. He laughed and said his name was Zayn. He was very friendly. It was very nice for him to guide me to the classroom. Everyone else would just pass right next to me, or just comment how big freak I am. The teacher went in the class and called my name. “So class, we have a new student this year. His name is Niall. Come on Niall, introduce yourself.” So I went. I bumped into someone’s bag, and the class laughed. I walked in front of the board and said: “I’m Niall Horan. I come from Ireland, and yes, I’m blind.” The class went quiet, and they all gave me that “Oh,” I went back on my seat and the teacher continued with her class.
Roxy’s P.O.V.
On my way home, I thought about that blonde guy. I thought about his eyes. They were so lost. So confused. Like he didn’t know where he was looking at. That was so interesting. Those guys gave me inspiration, so I rushed home and took a paper and a pen and drew few sketches. His face was so easy to draw. Every line of his face was completely perfect. He was my muse. I don’t remember the last time I had so much inspiration to draw. He was a great inspiration for me. But when I had to draw his eyes, I remembered how confused they were. So blue, so beautiful…
***
After a while I finished my drawing. Wow. I admired my work. I gotta meet this guy again. I gotta know his name. I gotta see those eyes again. Those eyes gave me inspiration to make art. I gotta see him again! I must! First thing tomorrow, I’ll find him.
Niall’s P.O.V.
I came home late. Zayn introduced me with his friends. Harry, Louis and Liam were very friendly and nice to talk with. They took me out in some kind of a pub. I don’t remember the last time I went out late. Maybe I never did. I mean it’s very hard to go out anyway when you’re…blind. But this time the boys were watching on me. I even drank a beer! A beer! “So, I guess you made some friends when you came home this late mister.” Urghh…I forgot to tell my mom.
“Well didn’t you want that?”
“Yes I did. But you should’ve called me”
“Sorry mum…It won’t happen again”
I kissed my mom’s cheek and went upstairs. I bumped into something in my room. This house was so new to me. I still couldn’t find my way anywhere.
Roxy’s P.O.V.
The next day in school, I was trying my best to find that guy. I guess I would find him at that locker like yesterday, but he wasn’t there…Was he a dream? I thought. Well if he was, then it was a good one. Although disappointed I decided to let it go. The school bell rang, and the crowd rushed in the English classroom. I sat where I was usually sitting. I liked that place, because the place next to me was empty. So I sat, and took out my homework. We had to write a poem. I’m not so good at poetry, so I wrote few stupid lines. Mr. Branxton walked in and cleared his throat. “So, class we had homework so let me hear your poems-” Knocking on the door cut him off. A blonde guy walked in. The same blonde guy I bumped into yesterday. He was real. My inspiration was real. He apologized, and sat on that empty seat next to mine. He took out a paper, I guess it was his poem. ” Oh I almost forgot. Class this is our new student Niall.” I noticed he was wearing black sun glasses and he had a weird stick in his bag. Is he some freak? No, he can’t be...He’s that cute guy from yesterday… Mr. Branxton woke me up from my day dream. A Few students read their poems, and then it was Niall’s turn. I thought he was going to get up and read it, but then he said:
“Mr.Branxton, I can’t actually read my poem…you know-I can’t see, so would someone else mind reading it for me” “Oh, yes Niall…I almost forgot, you’re blind” He was blind!?!? “Roxy can read it for you” I gave him a strange look and got up. Niall gave me his paper, and I started:
“Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind
it was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots
with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you’ve never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
when you smile,
You’ve never loved
your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back
at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly”
I felt a warm feel around my heart. It was beautiful, He wrote the best poem I’ve ever read. He was so talented. I continued with reading, and the class was like “awweee” I glanced up at Niall. He looked so innocent. When the class started clapping, a small proud smile appeared on his face. He was so cute, I thought. His face gave me the best inspirations ever. “Wow Niall…I’m impressed” Mr. Branxton proudly said and gave him an A. The class clapped, and Niall gave them a little shy smile.
Hi! I'm back, back again with my 3rd account and some new stories. Also, the next person who steals this story will get more than just reported and kicked off wattpad. Because that just wasn't cool. Anyways, keep enjoying this and read my new stuff.
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Effie
7/29/16