You Are My Eyes (Haven't been edited)
Information (Chapter 6)
(Ivy’s P.O.V)
“I don’t want to go back…I want to stay here forever,” I wined which made him chuckled, Harry has been extremely nice to me this afternoon, I can’t denied that I am shock and I hope he will stay this way.
“It’s already dark…you will be eaten alive by the mosquitoes,” he stated, I groaned at his statement, “we will come back again alright…maybe when you can see again,” he said and I can sense a smile from his tone, come back again? He wants to bring me back to this place again?
“You will bring me here again?” I asked curiously, “yeah…if you want to,” he stated bluntly, “but I don’t think I will ever able to see,” I sadly told him. It was true, I was born blind because during my mum’s nine month pregnancy something happened which made me blind from the first day I was out of my mother’s womb.
“Why not?” he questioned, “nothing is impossible alright…” he continued and his kind words made me smiled. I am glad he thinks there is a possibility for me to see, but what he doesn’t know is that I was born this way.
“Harry seriously…just leave me here… I rather die in this beautiful place then go back to my Aunt’s house…she doesn’t want me there anyway,” I said to him, “you can’t stay here…you know what…you can come to my house for tonight,” he blurted. I am really grateful for his offer but I kindly declined.
“Look my dad won’t mind alright…he has no rights anyway,” he said sternly, “come on lets go…it’s already pitch black…we might get lost in this woods,” he told me, pulling my arms as he do so.
** (At Harry’s house) **
“Look Harry its fine…just take me back to my Aunt’s house…I can stand her,” I said pulling his hand back to go back to his car. We are just making out way up the stars now and I am really nervous to come to his house, I mean I’ve only known the boy for like two days. Don’t forget the fact that he tripped me in front of everyone this morning.
He didn’t budge at all, “aren’t you going to knock?” I questioned as he open the front door and pulling me along with him, “it’s my house Ivy,” he stated harshly. “Harry?” a female voice echoed the hallway and her toned sounded so surprised. It was almost like she has not seen this boy in ages, “why are you here?” she asked and her voice holds that soft gentle tone.
“I live here too don’t I?” he asked quite rudely, “yeah of course…we are just about to have dinner…oh who is this young lady,” he voice was welcoming, when she asked about me I can sense some sort of suspicion in her tone. “Hello dear, I am Margret,” I was surprised when she engulfed me with a hug, “it’s lovely to meet you Margret, I am Ivy,” I told her through the hug.
“Such a beautiful name…please come through and have dinner with us,” she exclaimed, Margret seemed overly excited about Harry and I arrival. “You are staying for dinner right?” she asked nervously, I was not sure if she was asking me or Harry, “she will be staying the night here,” Harry replied sternly, what is wrong with him? Isn’t this his mum or something?
“Oh wonderful…a-are…you s-staying the night?” the kind women shattered, why is she so nervous to talk to her own son? Something is not right here and I can sense some sort of tension between them. “Yeah just for tonight,” he told her bluntly.
“Ivy?” I could hear a familiar voice called my name, “oh my god Ivy…what are you….I mean…I am soo excited you are here,” Zayn said excitedly rushing over to give me a tight hug. “Oh mum this is the girl I was telling you about...” he said, telling his mum about me?
“Oh of course…she really is beautiful and I would love you to come to the ski trip with us,” the woman said kindly, oh right the ski trip. “Ski trip? What ski trip? Ivy is not going,” Harry harshly said, so he is now back to the thick headed boy and since when he gets to decide my decisions. Wait Harry and Zayn are brothers? Oh my goodness….but how come they hate each other so much?
“Thank you so much for the offer Margret…I would love to come,” I told her excitedly, “she is not going and that’s final…don’t bring it up again,” he yelled. “Harry…don’t you dare talk to my mum like that,” Zayn’s voice was stern, it holds some sort of warning…telling Harry to back off.
“What are you going to do nerd boy? Fight me?” Harry spat, “come on Ivy lets go have dinner,” Zayn said happily grabbing my hand and walking away from Harry.
“Kev…dinners ready love,” Margret called out to her husband? “You can take a seat here,” Zayn instructed me which I obeyed. “Hi...I am Mattie and I am 6 years old…you are really pretty,” a small timid male voice said next to me which made me turned towards him.
“Hello…I am Ivy and I am 17 years old…you seem like a very cute boy,” I smiled at the little male which I assume is Zayn and Harry’s little brother. I could hear Zayn and Margret laughed at our little introduction but Harry stayed quite.
“Harry?” a British male voice asked in curiosity behind me, I have heard this voice before but I can’t seem to remember. “Harry you are here,” he said excitedly, “don’t flatter yourself…I am only here because Ivy has nowhere to stay for the night,” he stated rudely which made my heart dropped.
“Ivy? Ivanna Jones?” the man questioned, he voice holds no judgement, infect his voice sounded almost pleased by my presence. “It is you…Margret she is the wonderful young lady I have been telling you about for the last two days,” he exclaimed, has this whole family been talking about me?
“Yeah…I do remember and Zayn has also talked about her the whole day,” she said which made everyone laughed and I did a nervous laugh along with them. “What the fuck is wrong with you all…this is the reason why I don’t come here,” Harry harshly yelled, getting up from his seat and stormed off.
“I am sorry,” I apologized, I don’t know what to do, I was not sure if I should follow him or not because technically, I did came with him. “Don’t worry about him Ivy…he is always like this…please just enjoy your meal,” the male which I assumed is Harry’s dad said.
“I am sorry sir…have we met before?” I asked and he seemed like he knows me pretty well to able to talk about me to his wife. “Oh sorry…I am Kevin Styles…I met you yesterday morning remember?” he said chuckling a little, Kevin as in my school principle? His Harry and Zayn’s dad? My brain is overloaded with so much new information.
“Principle Styles?” I questioned once more, “I am so sorry, I should not be here sir…I will leave right away,” I continued while getting up from my seat. “No! Don’t worry just take your seat dear, you can call me Kevin by the way and don’t worry about Harry…he is always like this,” he said laughing a little.
“We should be thankful to have you here really…Harry has never step a foot in this house before and tonight is his first time,” Margret told me, what? Where does Harry live then?
“If you don’t mind me asking…if Harry doesn’t live with you then…where does he live?” I asked curiously,” it’s not a problem, since the high school is also a boarding school…Harry decided to stay in the boarding school campus,” Kevin explained. Our school is also a boarding school?
So many questions popping through my head about Harry but I decided to keep it to myself, I don’t want to seem nosy and I’ve only just met this family.
“Thank you for the wonderful meal Margret...your cooking skills are amazing,” I praised her, “you like them dear? I would love to teach you when you have free time,” she offered, “really? That would mean the world to me,” I replied excitedly which made her laugh as she mumbled something along the line of ‘I wish I had a daughter.’
“Let me help you with the dishes,” I offered her which she sweetly declined, and instructed Zayn to take me to the guest room. At this point I don’t exactly know where Harry has gone, “so you and Harry are brothers?” I asked Zayn, “step-brother,” he corrected me and I made a ‘O’ shape with my mouth.
“What about Mattie?” I asked again, “this is your room and to answer your question…Mattie is my half-brother…he is also Harry’s half-brother…Kevin and my mum got married seven years ago…but enough about me…why the hell are you here with Harry?” he questioned.
I explained everything to Zayn, it felt good to have someone to talk to and he seemed to understand the situation I was in. Zayn is not a judgemental person which I am really grateful for and for some reason, it feels like I’ve known Zayn my whole life even though I only met him this morning. I felt like I could tell him anything…everything.
“Don’t fucking come near me alright…just because I come to your house doesn’t mean you have the right to act all fatherly on me…you don’t even have the right to talk to me,” Harry’s voice boomed from the outside of my room.
“I don’t want to go back…I want to stay here forever,” I wined which made him chuckled, Harry has been extremely nice to me this afternoon, I can’t denied that I am shock and I hope he will stay this way.
“It’s already dark…you will be eaten alive by the mosquitoes,” he stated, I groaned at his statement, “we will come back again alright…maybe when you can see again,” he said and I can sense a smile from his tone, come back again? He wants to bring me back to this place again?
“You will bring me here again?” I asked curiously, “yeah…if you want to,” he stated bluntly, “but I don’t think I will ever able to see,” I sadly told him. It was true, I was born blind because during my mum’s nine month pregnancy something happened which made me blind from the first day I was out of my mother’s womb.
“Why not?” he questioned, “nothing is impossible alright…” he continued and his kind words made me smiled. I am glad he thinks there is a possibility for me to see, but what he doesn’t know is that I was born this way.
“Harry seriously…just leave me here… I rather die in this beautiful place then go back to my Aunt’s house…she doesn’t want me there anyway,” I said to him, “you can’t stay here…you know what…you can come to my house for tonight,” he blurted. I am really grateful for his offer but I kindly declined.
“Look my dad won’t mind alright…he has no rights anyway,” he said sternly, “come on lets go…it’s already pitch black…we might get lost in this woods,” he told me, pulling my arms as he do so.
** (At Harry’s house) **
“Look Harry its fine…just take me back to my Aunt’s house…I can stand her,” I said pulling his hand back to go back to his car. We are just making out way up the stars now and I am really nervous to come to his house, I mean I’ve only known the boy for like two days. Don’t forget the fact that he tripped me in front of everyone this morning.
He didn’t budge at all, “aren’t you going to knock?” I questioned as he open the front door and pulling me along with him, “it’s my house Ivy,” he stated harshly. “Harry?” a female voice echoed the hallway and her toned sounded so surprised. It was almost like she has not seen this boy in ages, “why are you here?” she asked and her voice holds that soft gentle tone.
“I live here too don’t I?” he asked quite rudely, “yeah of course…we are just about to have dinner…oh who is this young lady,” he voice was welcoming, when she asked about me I can sense some sort of suspicion in her tone. “Hello dear, I am Margret,” I was surprised when she engulfed me with a hug, “it’s lovely to meet you Margret, I am Ivy,” I told her through the hug.
“Such a beautiful name…please come through and have dinner with us,” she exclaimed, Margret seemed overly excited about Harry and I arrival. “You are staying for dinner right?” she asked nervously, I was not sure if she was asking me or Harry, “she will be staying the night here,” Harry replied sternly, what is wrong with him? Isn’t this his mum or something?
“Oh wonderful…a-are…you s-staying the night?” the kind women shattered, why is she so nervous to talk to her own son? Something is not right here and I can sense some sort of tension between them. “Yeah just for tonight,” he told her bluntly.
“Ivy?” I could hear a familiar voice called my name, “oh my god Ivy…what are you….I mean…I am soo excited you are here,” Zayn said excitedly rushing over to give me a tight hug. “Oh mum this is the girl I was telling you about...” he said, telling his mum about me?
“Oh of course…she really is beautiful and I would love you to come to the ski trip with us,” the woman said kindly, oh right the ski trip. “Ski trip? What ski trip? Ivy is not going,” Harry harshly said, so he is now back to the thick headed boy and since when he gets to decide my decisions. Wait Harry and Zayn are brothers? Oh my goodness….but how come they hate each other so much?
“Thank you so much for the offer Margret…I would love to come,” I told her excitedly, “she is not going and that’s final…don’t bring it up again,” he yelled. “Harry…don’t you dare talk to my mum like that,” Zayn’s voice was stern, it holds some sort of warning…telling Harry to back off.
“What are you going to do nerd boy? Fight me?” Harry spat, “come on Ivy lets go have dinner,” Zayn said happily grabbing my hand and walking away from Harry.
“Kev…dinners ready love,” Margret called out to her husband? “You can take a seat here,” Zayn instructed me which I obeyed. “Hi...I am Mattie and I am 6 years old…you are really pretty,” a small timid male voice said next to me which made me turned towards him.
“Hello…I am Ivy and I am 17 years old…you seem like a very cute boy,” I smiled at the little male which I assume is Zayn and Harry’s little brother. I could hear Zayn and Margret laughed at our little introduction but Harry stayed quite.
“Harry?” a British male voice asked in curiosity behind me, I have heard this voice before but I can’t seem to remember. “Harry you are here,” he said excitedly, “don’t flatter yourself…I am only here because Ivy has nowhere to stay for the night,” he stated rudely which made my heart dropped.
“Ivy? Ivanna Jones?” the man questioned, he voice holds no judgement, infect his voice sounded almost pleased by my presence. “It is you…Margret she is the wonderful young lady I have been telling you about for the last two days,” he exclaimed, has this whole family been talking about me?
“Yeah…I do remember and Zayn has also talked about her the whole day,” she said which made everyone laughed and I did a nervous laugh along with them. “What the fuck is wrong with you all…this is the reason why I don’t come here,” Harry harshly yelled, getting up from his seat and stormed off.
“I am sorry,” I apologized, I don’t know what to do, I was not sure if I should follow him or not because technically, I did came with him. “Don’t worry about him Ivy…he is always like this…please just enjoy your meal,” the male which I assumed is Harry’s dad said.
“I am sorry sir…have we met before?” I asked and he seemed like he knows me pretty well to able to talk about me to his wife. “Oh sorry…I am Kevin Styles…I met you yesterday morning remember?” he said chuckling a little, Kevin as in my school principle? His Harry and Zayn’s dad? My brain is overloaded with so much new information.
“Principle Styles?” I questioned once more, “I am so sorry, I should not be here sir…I will leave right away,” I continued while getting up from my seat. “No! Don’t worry just take your seat dear, you can call me Kevin by the way and don’t worry about Harry…he is always like this,” he said laughing a little.
“We should be thankful to have you here really…Harry has never step a foot in this house before and tonight is his first time,” Margret told me, what? Where does Harry live then?
“If you don’t mind me asking…if Harry doesn’t live with you then…where does he live?” I asked curiously,” it’s not a problem, since the high school is also a boarding school…Harry decided to stay in the boarding school campus,” Kevin explained. Our school is also a boarding school?
So many questions popping through my head about Harry but I decided to keep it to myself, I don’t want to seem nosy and I’ve only just met this family.
“Thank you for the wonderful meal Margret...your cooking skills are amazing,” I praised her, “you like them dear? I would love to teach you when you have free time,” she offered, “really? That would mean the world to me,” I replied excitedly which made her laugh as she mumbled something along the line of ‘I wish I had a daughter.’
“Let me help you with the dishes,” I offered her which she sweetly declined, and instructed Zayn to take me to the guest room. At this point I don’t exactly know where Harry has gone, “so you and Harry are brothers?” I asked Zayn, “step-brother,” he corrected me and I made a ‘O’ shape with my mouth.
“What about Mattie?” I asked again, “this is your room and to answer your question…Mattie is my half-brother…he is also Harry’s half-brother…Kevin and my mum got married seven years ago…but enough about me…why the hell are you here with Harry?” he questioned.
I explained everything to Zayn, it felt good to have someone to talk to and he seemed to understand the situation I was in. Zayn is not a judgemental person which I am really grateful for and for some reason, it feels like I’ve known Zayn my whole life even though I only met him this morning. I felt like I could tell him anything…everything.
“Don’t fucking come near me alright…just because I come to your house doesn’t mean you have the right to act all fatherly on me…you don’t even have the right to talk to me,” Harry’s voice boomed from the outside of my room.
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