"I'm Blind." | Larry Stylinson ✔️

Chapter Seven; The First Real Conversation.

I don't want to give anything away, but as you can see from the name of the chapter, something happens ;)

Enjoyyy

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Anne had just shut the front door when her son and his best friend practically jumped down the stairs.

"Hey mum!" Harry signed as well as spoke.

"Hey honey, what is going on here?" Anne waved her hand between the two teens.

"Nothing." Joanna signed a little too fast for Anne to believe. However, she let it slide.

"Okay, well if you are going out, I want you both back by eleven, you are staying the night right Joanna?"

"Yeep." Joanna said aloud. Knowing that Harry already knew that part.

"Okay, well be careful. And don't get into trouble." Anne said sternly, pointing a finger at her son as she finished speaking.

"Yeah yeah, love you." Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing his car keys off the table and handing them to Joanna.

"Bye Anne." Joanna waved a little as she headed out the front door, following her best friend, his keys in hand.

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Louis sat on his bed. The ear phones plugged into his ears. Listening to his fathers voice play on the highest level of volume the old device could play. The story of Peter Pan was being read. However Louis' father had changed the name Peter Pan to Louis. Peter Pan had been Louis' favourite book ever since he was young. It was actually the first book he had ever read along with the first ever tape he had bought.

Just before his father had died, he had been given this tape by his mum. Saying that she was 'sorry daddy couldn't give it to you, he's a little busy.' When in reality, he was led in a hospital bed, needles in his arm being given Chemo-Therapy. She was just to afraid to tell her nine year old son what was really happening. That his daddy might not be here much longer.

It wasn't until Louis was twelve when he found out his dad had Leukaemia. A type of cancer which was found in blood cells. He didn't really understand at the time what was going on. And before he knew it, the man he looked up to, the man he idolised was taken away from him. After the dreadful day of March 19th, Louis kept every belonging of his dads he thought was necessary, in a shoe box he had painted a very light blue.

Just when the second chapter of the book had finished, Louis heard a knock at the door. Pausing the sound of his father voice, Louis also pulled out his earphones and told his mother it was okay to enter his room.

"There is someone at the door for you, Louis."

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"You have to do it now Harry, she's gone to get him. Plus you went through all of that trouble to find out where he lives, what his name was. It would be a waste not to actually introduce yourself." Joanna exclaimed.

"But now thinking about it, I could just do it at school. How about we just go back to mine. Yeah that sounds good." Harry grabbed a hold of Joanna's arm and tried his best to drag her away with him. Joanna didn't let him succeed as she pulled her arm away and signed,

"We are not going anywhere until you have spoken to this boy."

With a huff, Harry gave up. It wasn't until now, had Harry realised the beautiful boy he had been drawing was stood at the front door.

He looked at Joanna for some sort of help; not knowing if he had spoken yet or not.

"He said 'hello'" Joanna explained.

"Umm.. Hi. I'm Harry." Harry spoke aloud. Looking over at Joanna to see if he had said the right thing. When she smiled at him, he guessed he had done fine. Looking back at the boy-Louis- Harry was able to catch what he had said.

"Do I know you? You sound familiar." Harry smiled. This boy, who he had been thinking about for the past few days remembers the sound of his voice, just like he remembered his beautiful face.

"I was the boy that spoke to you on the first day. I asked you why you were at my parents school. Sorry if I sounded rude. I didn't mean to. Honestly. I was just curious. I'm deaf. By the way."

Harry had never knew that he was a rambler. Because it was very rarely that he spoke out load and it was hard to ramble with your hands. His eyes fluttered over towards Joanna to see her hands moving in a motion as if to say 'slow down'.

Harry nodded. Taking that into consideration. He then realised that he had probably missed what Louis had just said, so he looked back to Joanna for the translate.

"Said his name is Louis and that he would love to speak, but he is a little busy." Joanna smiled a small smile.

"Oh, that's fine, I just wanted to say that if you ever need to speak to anyone at school or anything, you can find me in the art block. Most of the time." Harry spoke out loud again. This time keeping his eyes on the boy in front of him.

"Thank you Harry. I will remember that promise. And I'm sorry to hear about your condition, if you didn't know already, I'm blind." Harry smiled a little. Kind of glad that Louis spoke slow enough for him to know what the blind boy was saying. He also smiled because Louis had a conversation with him and that was more than what they had last time.

"Guess I'll see you around." Harry smiled.

"Bye Harry." Louis gave a little wave before taking a step back and shutting the front door. Louis felt his mother step into the hallway.

"They seem nice."

They?

Then Louis realized that Harry must have not been alone. Somehow, Louis felt a little bit of happiness inside of him. It made him realize that he wasn't the only one that couldn't do things alone. Harry was a lot like Louis. Louis was a lot like Harry.

Yet they were both soo different.

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HOLY SHIT I'M CRYING.

Thank you so so much for the 145 votes, it really does mean a lot to me and makes me so happy that you like this story.

ANY WAY, I'm currently shitting myself cos I'm watching this really creepy program, sitting in the pitch black, whilst babysitting two small children who are asleep. So basically I'm on my own and I'm scared I'm going to be possessed.

I'M GOING NOW COS I REALLY AM SCARED AND I NEED TO PHONE MY AUNTIE TO HURRY UP AND COME HOME.

BYYYEEE

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