You Are My Eyes (Haven't been edited)
Pure (Chapter 12)
(Ivy’s P.O.V)
“Ivy? Why are you walking around in the middle of the night with a large suit case?” Harry questioned and I started to sob loudly falling on my knees.
I don’t know if I am happy that someone I know has found me wondering around at night not knowing where I am going or I hate the fact that out of all the people in this world, it has to be Harry Styles that sees me in a state like this.
I’ve been walking around for hours, my legs are aching and the sad part is I don’t actually know where I am going. I just kept walking and walking, hoping and praying that someone out there will offer me a place. Who am I kidding…this is not some fantasies and only small proportion of the human civilization has a heart.
“Hey…what happened?” Harry cooed, I was too lost in my emotions that I haven’t realized Harry has engulfed me in a tight hug. I don’t know what I am feeling at the moment, I was sad, broken for the fact that my own biological aunty kicked me out and now I am more than confused due to the fact that Harry is comforting me.
I hated him, I hate his guts and I am sure the feeling is mutual. But what I don’t understand is that, at one point he is kind and then he turned back to ‘Harry Style’ the old jerk again. I don’t know what to think of his behavior really, he bullied and make fun of me at school but now he is comforting me. Then again, he pities me…that’s probably the only reason why, he even told me that himself.
“I am fine...you can let go of me now,” I shook my head remembering what happened last time, he pitied me and the next morning he made fun of me in front of the whole entire school. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge, “Harry I said I am fine…I am sure you have somewhere to be instead of being near a disease like me,” I said sternly.
“No! No…I am not letting you go until you tell me what happened to you,” he stated and his voice sounded quite weak which really surprised me. “Oh for the love of God….you want to know what happened?” I asked getting annoyed and he nods his head still holding me tightly.
“I got kicked out O.K…my aunty was only supposed to be my guardian until I turn eighteen,” I sighed and I don’t know why I am telling him this to be honest. “Today is your birthday?” he questioned and he is not cupping my face with his large hands.
“I didn’t know it until she reminded me,” I told him truthfully and now those silly tears started to form once again. I hate crying in front of people, especially Harry because I don’t want him to think I am weak…he has already damaged some of my shattered heart.
But then I remembered if my parents were still here…today would be the day I will be having my eyes operation and I would able to see for the first time in my life. I had always looked forward to my 18th birthday, but now the day I always dreamed about is almost over and the really sad part is the fact that I didn’t even remember.
“Oh I-I a-am s-sorry Ivy,” he shattered, “why? It’s not your fault,” I told him. “It is…I am sorry about everything…I mean everything that I have done to you, say to you or hurt you in anyways,” he apologized and his words sounded so sincere, I actually don’t know how to response to his statement.
In all honesty, Harry hasn’t exactly hurt me, well until this morning where he sort of squeezed my wrist out. But other than that with a few insults from him…well more like a very hurtful insult that burn through my soul…he sort of cared for me in a way? He did offer me a ride home, took my mind off about my aunty and offered me to stay at his father’s house, a place where he never goes to.
Now here he is again doing the same thing all over, comforting me and apologizing. I guess he was right, I am an ungrateful bitch. Yes! He is only doing this because he pities me and I hate when people do that but then again who doesn’t feel sorry for a blind girl?
“I am sorry Harry,” I blurted, with all of that thinking I’ve realized that Harry did actually helped me even though he barely knows me and I was acting like a bitch towards him. My parents always told me to appreciate the kindness of others.
“W-what? Why are you apologizing to me?” he asked in a surprised tone, “I am sorry for being an ungrateful bitch…like you said…I should have been thankful that you pitied me enough to help me,” I say to him. “No! You are not a bitch…I didn’t mean what I said O.K.… and I did what I did…not because I pity you,” he whispered the last part. I am more confused than before. This kid confused the hell out of me.
“But I am a bitch Harry…I deserved what you did to me…I deserve to be blind…I deserve to be broken, homeless and this life of mine because everything is my fault…I am a mistake in this world,” I breathed out and tears are still running down on my cheeks. “Hey…don’t say that…don’t you ever say that again,” he told me sternly.
(Harry’s P.O.V)
How could Ivy thinks that she deserves a life like hers? She is beautiful, kind, smart and well-mannered girl. She is everything a parent could ever ask for and I am the opposite. I don’t deserve what I have but Ivy deserves everything I have. I should be the one who is getting kicked out and I should be the one who is homeless, not her, not Ivy.
“Come on…let’s go home,” I told her trying to help her up. “Harry...don’t you see…I don’t have a home,” she said softly,
“Well now you do, you are staying with me,” I told her a bit too excited and she gasped in response. “You live in a boarding school…I can’t live with you,” she said stubbornly, “we will live with Kevin,” I stated.
“Harry we can’t…I mean you can because he is your father but I can’t…” she tried to explain, “I don’t give a shit what he thinks...they want me to live there…since I don’t, you can live there instead and they already love you anyway…especially that nerd tool,” I said annoyingly, as much as I don’t want her to live in the same house as Zayn, I don’t really have a choice. But if I let Ivy stay in Kevin’s house…I will be there too…so I can keep my eyes on Zayn.
“Hey…Zayn is not a tool but a sweetheart,” he defended him which made my stomach do 360 degree flips. I don’t know why but I don’t like the fact that she called Zayn a sweetheart…it annoys the hell out of me. “Whatever…lets go,” I said sternly and grabbed her wrist but she winched at the contact which made my eyes popped open. “I am sorry Ivy….I am sorry,” I apologized for the second time tonight and I just remembered that I hurt her this morning.
“It’s fine Harry…but I can’t go with you,” I sensed the seriousness of her tone, “It is not fine and you are coming with me…so I can give you some pain killers for your wrist,” I explained to her, the guilt is overpowering me. I am so frustrated at the moment by her stubbornness and wouldn’t let me take her home so I can make her wrist feel better. Make her feel better.
“Well I guess we just have to do things the hard way then,” I said while carrying her up in bridal style as I walk towards my car. She screamed and punched me to put her down but really it didn’t hurt me at all, not even a bit.
I placed her down on the passenger seat and buckled her up. “Harry you can’t do this…your family has already done a lot for me,” she whined but her words didn’t really go through my head. I just want her to be safe under the same roof as me, so I can keep my eyes on her.
The drive home wasn’t long but Ivy has fallen asleep. She must have been so tired and I don’t know how long she has been walking alone in the dark street for. But I am just happy that I found her and now she is sleeping soundlessly in my car.
Saying Ivy is ugly is an understatement because she is far from that. She is just a pure angel there is nothing fake about her, her looks, personality and her innocence.
“Harry? What happened to Ivy?” Zayn whispered yelled at me as he open the door.
“Ivy? Why are you walking around in the middle of the night with a large suit case?” Harry questioned and I started to sob loudly falling on my knees.
I don’t know if I am happy that someone I know has found me wondering around at night not knowing where I am going or I hate the fact that out of all the people in this world, it has to be Harry Styles that sees me in a state like this.
I’ve been walking around for hours, my legs are aching and the sad part is I don’t actually know where I am going. I just kept walking and walking, hoping and praying that someone out there will offer me a place. Who am I kidding…this is not some fantasies and only small proportion of the human civilization has a heart.
“Hey…what happened?” Harry cooed, I was too lost in my emotions that I haven’t realized Harry has engulfed me in a tight hug. I don’t know what I am feeling at the moment, I was sad, broken for the fact that my own biological aunty kicked me out and now I am more than confused due to the fact that Harry is comforting me.
I hated him, I hate his guts and I am sure the feeling is mutual. But what I don’t understand is that, at one point he is kind and then he turned back to ‘Harry Style’ the old jerk again. I don’t know what to think of his behavior really, he bullied and make fun of me at school but now he is comforting me. Then again, he pities me…that’s probably the only reason why, he even told me that himself.
“I am fine...you can let go of me now,” I shook my head remembering what happened last time, he pitied me and the next morning he made fun of me in front of the whole entire school. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge, “Harry I said I am fine…I am sure you have somewhere to be instead of being near a disease like me,” I said sternly.
“No! No…I am not letting you go until you tell me what happened to you,” he stated and his voice sounded quite weak which really surprised me. “Oh for the love of God….you want to know what happened?” I asked getting annoyed and he nods his head still holding me tightly.
“I got kicked out O.K…my aunty was only supposed to be my guardian until I turn eighteen,” I sighed and I don’t know why I am telling him this to be honest. “Today is your birthday?” he questioned and he is not cupping my face with his large hands.
“I didn’t know it until she reminded me,” I told him truthfully and now those silly tears started to form once again. I hate crying in front of people, especially Harry because I don’t want him to think I am weak…he has already damaged some of my shattered heart.
But then I remembered if my parents were still here…today would be the day I will be having my eyes operation and I would able to see for the first time in my life. I had always looked forward to my 18th birthday, but now the day I always dreamed about is almost over and the really sad part is the fact that I didn’t even remember.
“Oh I-I a-am s-sorry Ivy,” he shattered, “why? It’s not your fault,” I told him. “It is…I am sorry about everything…I mean everything that I have done to you, say to you or hurt you in anyways,” he apologized and his words sounded so sincere, I actually don’t know how to response to his statement.
In all honesty, Harry hasn’t exactly hurt me, well until this morning where he sort of squeezed my wrist out. But other than that with a few insults from him…well more like a very hurtful insult that burn through my soul…he sort of cared for me in a way? He did offer me a ride home, took my mind off about my aunty and offered me to stay at his father’s house, a place where he never goes to.
Now here he is again doing the same thing all over, comforting me and apologizing. I guess he was right, I am an ungrateful bitch. Yes! He is only doing this because he pities me and I hate when people do that but then again who doesn’t feel sorry for a blind girl?
“I am sorry Harry,” I blurted, with all of that thinking I’ve realized that Harry did actually helped me even though he barely knows me and I was acting like a bitch towards him. My parents always told me to appreciate the kindness of others.
“W-what? Why are you apologizing to me?” he asked in a surprised tone, “I am sorry for being an ungrateful bitch…like you said…I should have been thankful that you pitied me enough to help me,” I say to him. “No! You are not a bitch…I didn’t mean what I said O.K.… and I did what I did…not because I pity you,” he whispered the last part. I am more confused than before. This kid confused the hell out of me.
“But I am a bitch Harry…I deserved what you did to me…I deserve to be blind…I deserve to be broken, homeless and this life of mine because everything is my fault…I am a mistake in this world,” I breathed out and tears are still running down on my cheeks. “Hey…don’t say that…don’t you ever say that again,” he told me sternly.
(Harry’s P.O.V)
How could Ivy thinks that she deserves a life like hers? She is beautiful, kind, smart and well-mannered girl. She is everything a parent could ever ask for and I am the opposite. I don’t deserve what I have but Ivy deserves everything I have. I should be the one who is getting kicked out and I should be the one who is homeless, not her, not Ivy.
“Come on…let’s go home,” I told her trying to help her up. “Harry...don’t you see…I don’t have a home,” she said softly,
“Well now you do, you are staying with me,” I told her a bit too excited and she gasped in response. “You live in a boarding school…I can’t live with you,” she said stubbornly, “we will live with Kevin,” I stated.
“Harry we can’t…I mean you can because he is your father but I can’t…” she tried to explain, “I don’t give a shit what he thinks...they want me to live there…since I don’t, you can live there instead and they already love you anyway…especially that nerd tool,” I said annoyingly, as much as I don’t want her to live in the same house as Zayn, I don’t really have a choice. But if I let Ivy stay in Kevin’s house…I will be there too…so I can keep my eyes on Zayn.
“Hey…Zayn is not a tool but a sweetheart,” he defended him which made my stomach do 360 degree flips. I don’t know why but I don’t like the fact that she called Zayn a sweetheart…it annoys the hell out of me. “Whatever…lets go,” I said sternly and grabbed her wrist but she winched at the contact which made my eyes popped open. “I am sorry Ivy….I am sorry,” I apologized for the second time tonight and I just remembered that I hurt her this morning.
“It’s fine Harry…but I can’t go with you,” I sensed the seriousness of her tone, “It is not fine and you are coming with me…so I can give you some pain killers for your wrist,” I explained to her, the guilt is overpowering me. I am so frustrated at the moment by her stubbornness and wouldn’t let me take her home so I can make her wrist feel better. Make her feel better.
“Well I guess we just have to do things the hard way then,” I said while carrying her up in bridal style as I walk towards my car. She screamed and punched me to put her down but really it didn’t hurt me at all, not even a bit.
I placed her down on the passenger seat and buckled her up. “Harry you can’t do this…your family has already done a lot for me,” she whined but her words didn’t really go through my head. I just want her to be safe under the same roof as me, so I can keep my eyes on her.
The drive home wasn’t long but Ivy has fallen asleep. She must have been so tired and I don’t know how long she has been walking alone in the dark street for. But I am just happy that I found her and now she is sleeping soundlessly in my car.
Saying Ivy is ugly is an understatement because she is far from that. She is just a pure angel there is nothing fake about her, her looks, personality and her innocence.
“Harry? What happened to Ivy?” Zayn whispered yelled at me as he open the door.
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