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You Are My Eyes (Haven't been edited)

Stories (chapter 32)

(Ivy's P.O.V)

“Harry than goodness you weren’t injured that badly,” I could hear a boy said when I was about to open Harry’s door.

Harry is awake? Harry is awake and I wasn’t there for him…..I left him after I finished the song to go and buy something to eat for myself. I haven’t been eating very well but I have to force myself to anyway.

Why does he have to wake up the moment I left him? Why can’t he wake up during the two days that I stayed with him?

I decided to stay outside instead of going inside. I am not the type to eardrop but when I hear Alex’s voice I just have to.

“Harry….you are hurt because of her….I can’t believe this,” I could hear a her huffed.

Why is she doing here? How many people are actually in there?

“Alex…it-,” I could hear Harry started by cut off by another female voice. “Harry Alex is right….you could have died and what is she worth anyway? She definitely doesn’t worth your life.”

“She is the one who should be in your position now not you….” A different girl exclaimed.

How many people are in there? How many girls are in there?

“She tried to commit suicide twice already…..that nerd boy Zayn didn’t get hurt from saving her last time…..but look at you…..you have a fractured ribs and stitched head…..if she wanted to die so much….why not let her,” Alex gritted her teeth.

They thought I was trying to commit suicide and that’s why Harry is hurt?They think Harry got hurt because he was saving me from committing suicide?

“You don’t know how many girls hate her at school because of this….and she decided not to turn up for two days already….boy I hate her gut” she continued.

I can’t help but feel tears swealing up in my eyes. I waited for Harry to say something….anything to defend me because everything that they were saying was not true……not even close. But I didn’t hear anything. Harry didn’t defend me….he didn’t say anything.

I couldn’t stand there…..eventually they will leave Harry and come out. I don’t want them to find me standing in front of his door with tears all over my face. I decided to go outside and take a breather.

He told me he loved me and yet…..he didn’t defend me. I couldn’t possibly hear him wrong, did I? I am pretty sure I wasn’t hearing things when he told me he loves me.
I don’t know why it hurt so much but it did.

It may be the fact that I was happy to know that someone actually loves me. During my stay at the hospital while waiting for him to wake up…..all I wanted was for him to wake up and tell me that he love me and it wasn’t some kind of joke.

But now…..I am starting to feel like I was fooled once more. I don’t know how many times I am going to be fooled by the same person. I am starting to feel distant from Harry as time is passing.

Every day, every hour, every minute and every second. Little by little…..we are drifting away from each other. I will always forgive him, but I don’t know how long I will last in his little game.

“Here you can use this,” a friendly male said not too far from me. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me someone else because I don’t know how many people are sitting here.

“It’s clean I promise,” he chuckled a little.

Is he really talking to me?

“Um….a-are y-you talking to me?” I asked trying to wipe away my tears. I didn’t realize I was crying hectically and sure enough….I would have snort coming out of my nose.

“Who else would I be talking to? There is no one here.”

I can tell that he is smiling from his light tone. I just looked at him blankly but he grabbed my hand and placed the soft handkerchief in it. “Thank you,” I said shyly, embarrassed by my silly question before.

“You are welcome….why is a lovely girl like you crying out here all alone?” he asked softly.

He has such a gentle and calm voice. It was deep but not as deep as Harry’s. His question made me cry harder. This male is a stranger…. A complete stranger and I don’t know if I should tell him anything at all.

Then again, ever since I’ve moved here….. I became very good at meeting strangers. “Long story short……I’ve been living in a lie,” I told him.

It felt good to let it out and say it out loud. I never have friends to talk about my problems with and maybe telling this stranger won’t do any harm. It’s not like I am going to see him ever again.

“Oh I know how you feel,” he stated understandingly. “What happened?” I asked suspiciously. I didn’t want to be nosy but I want to know how he dealt with being lied to someone really close.

“My dad died when my mum was pregnant with me and apparently my mum died during my birth. So I grow up thinking that I don’t have any parents left and the only people I have were my grandparents from my dad side. Long story short…..it wasn’t until I was seventeen…..that’s when I found out that my mum was in fact not dead. She was blind and poor that’s why my grandparents didn’t want her as a daughter in-law. Since my dad was rich…..my grandparents didn’t want to ruin their image by having a daughter in-law that is not only poor but blind as well. They didn’t approve of their relationship and once my dad died, they couldn’t care less about my mum …..But they did want me,” he exhaled.

By the time he finished telling me his story…..all the tears have dried up now. Wow that is something huge…to be lied to your whole life.

“So did you end up meeting your mum?” I asked with hope. I really hope he did. “Yeah…..I did but when I met her she has already got brain tumour and considering she was poor…..she didn’t able to do Chemo due to the cost,” he started to sniffled a little.

“I got to spend time with her for two weeks before she passed away,” he tried to contain his voice.

Wow…..that is a very emotional story and I wonder how he felt, when he found out that his mum was still a life. What type of grandparents does that? Why are out grandparents so cruel?

“I am sorry,” I whispered, trying to not cry myself. “It’s not your fault….so don’t be sorry,” he chuckled trying to lighten up the mood. “Is her body still in the hospital?” I asked curiously.

She might still be here….maybe that’s why he is here at the hospital. “No…that was five years ago,” he laughed a little. I just gave him a smile. “I know I should not ask this but…..why are you here then?” I questioned.

“Oh….yeah I thought you would ask me that…..I work here….I am an Ophthalmologist,” he answered. I made a ‘O’ sound not knowing what to say. This kind male is an eye doctor.

“So….umm….how old are you now then? 22?” I asked. “Yeah…..what about you?” he asked lightly. “I turned 18 not long ago I guess,” I answered without any emotion as the memory of getting kicked out flooding through.

“What makes you want to become that?” I ask suspiciously. I really want to know. I wonder if he could fix my eyes. “It was all because of my mum…..since she was blind since birth….she couldn’t see at all and she never had the money to go for her surgery. I know my mum had a tough life growing up as well as her adulthood because she was at a disadvantage…..even though my mum was super smart……she was never given a chance or an opportunity because she was blind and on top of that….she was poor,” he explained.

“So in the honour of my mother’s name and my passion to help others that are being discriminated…..I thought this is what I wanted to do…..to help people see again or see for the first time ever,” passion was clearly evidenced in his voice.

This young man has such a big heart, despite growing up near untruthful people…..he end up being a genuine young man. “Your mum would be so proud of you,” I gave him a real smile. It was true, his mum and dad would be so proud of him.

“You know you can visit me at the clinic sometimes too…..I would love to check your eyes out for you,” he stated happily.

What? Why is he saying that? Does he know that I am blind?

“How do you -?” I started but he cut me off. “I can tell by your eye colours….my mum had the same eyes as you…..this type of blindness are very unique and of course….when I gave you the handkerchief…you didn’t know,” he told me.

I guess his got a point. Also, I can’t believe how similar his mum story was to my parents. Not to forget she is birth blind just like me. “Now it’s your turn to tell me your story,” he reminded me.

So I did, I told him everything…..but I cut of some of the ‘sweet’ moments that I’ve had with Harry of course. He didn’t interrupt me but just simply listen. “He told me he loves me…..yet he didn’t defend me in front of his friends…” I sighed dramatically as I finished telling him the story. I felt like a weight has been lifted. I didn’t know telling someone about your problem feels so good.

“I swear my teenage years were not this dramatic,” he chuckled and I laugh along with him.



“By the way…..I am Liam….Liam Payne,” he introduced himself. Liam…..that’s a nice name….it suits his personality well. “I am Ivanna Jones…..but most people call me Ivy,” I replied with a teethy smile. “Quite a unique name for a unique girl,” he said.

“In a beautifully good way of course,” he added with a chuckle.



Notes

Liammmmmmm.........................like him already or what??? (Did you guys see that coming?) I hope you guys like this chapter.....why do you think Harry didn't defend Ivy when he loves her?

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Comments

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Teresa Horan Teresa Horan
6/20/16

@JustBloo.

See......we need more people like you in this world <3 <3 Yes!!!! you were very helpful and I messaged you with the biggest spoiler everrrrrr ^_^

@PS2Live the dream


Was I helpful? I have a problem conveying my thoughts into understandable sentences lol But what can I say? I'm just a fanfic reading girl willing to do anything to see her otp continue their story ;)

JustBloo. JustBloo.
12/11/15

@JustBloo

DO you know how much LOVE I have for you?? If you don't......well.....I LOVE YOU dear <3 <3

Hey!

I had this same thing happen to me too! Weirdness! But anyways...

I honestly think that this story has so far been written wonderfully. If there wasn't a plot or designated outcome, I sure as hell couldn't tell. But I know sometimes lack of "structure" puts a strain on the author just because of writer's block and other things like that.

I think from here, you can look at what you've written so far and ask yourself possible ways you can go next and sketch out and organize the rest of the story from this part (sometimes brainstorming concepts with someone else really makes the process easier and in some cases cleaner), and then go back to previous chapters and tweak certain things just so it' ll all wrap up nicely.

OR....

You can rewrite it (as you previously stated) and do things differently. The only problem that may arise with that, is since you are so far along in this story (40 chapters) the people that have previously subscribed to your story and have followed it this far may have trouble getting used to a new storyline and character adjustments.

But that's assuming there was a story line before (which it has seemed like), which you said there wasn't. So it's definitely a hard choice.

I think you should trust your gut and do what seems best to you. Everyone else will get over it :)

I'm here if you need a brainstorm session or a convo just to sketch out storylines by the way.

Ivarry shipper for life lolol


JustBloo. JustBloo.
12/10/15