"I'm Blind." | Larry Stylinson ✔️

Chapter Thirteen; The First Confession.

Sorry for mistakes :/

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Monday rolled around and Louis was a little too happy to go to school today.

Harry, also, was excited to go to school. Once he was clothed, he met his parents at the bottom of the stairs, just like they did everyday, and all three of them headed out to the car. As Harry sat in the back of the car, he starts to think of Louis. Just after he had left yesterday, Harry had a lot of explaining to do for Joanna.

Just like Joe had done with Louis, Joanna fired questions at Harry. Asking what they talked about. She even asked, once again, if they really did use protection, to which Harry blushed and managed a,

"It's not like that Joanna, I just think I like him."

Joanna cooed and squealed at how her bestfriend was crushing over the blue eyed boy. She also stated how ironic it was. The popular boy going after the new boy.

Harry had also sat her down and described, in a lot of detail, how blue the boys eyes were. It was his turn to squeal as he realised that he really did trust him enough to do that.

Soon enough though, the car pulled up to the gates of the school. Harry sighed, happily, as he climbed out the car. Giving his mum and dad a small wave good bye, Harry left for tutor.

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Joe leaned over the gear stick in the car to plant a kiss on her sons cheek.

"Have a good day honey."

Louis smiled, saying a small good bye, before stepping out of the car. The dark glasses were perched on his nose just like usual and the white metal stick was infront of him, his hand around the top. He entered the school and made his way to his tutor room, where he knew no one.

Today, Louis was hoping to actually talk to some people. 'Mingle' as they call it. Opening up isn't Louis' speciality, but how hard can it be to just raise your head and state your name once in a while? It was proved to be hard, as lunch time rolled around, Louis had not spoken to anyone. But he did plan on talking to someone today, and that someone was only metres away.

Louis had asked for directions to the art block, as he didn't know that side of the school that well yet. Just as he reached the door to Art Studio Three Louis felt his hands clam up a little.

What if Harry isn't in there and I'm going to make a fool of myself.

His thoughts got pushed away when a voice echoed through the room and was abled to be heard by Louis from the hallway.

"Louis, what are you doing here?" It was a stupid question really because Harry had told the boy himself, that if he wanted someone to talk to, he was up in the art block.

"I got lost..??" Louis smiled a little and Harry just thought he looked adorable.

"You came to meet me. Didn't you?" Harry smirked. Deciding to not play along with Louis' game and take it his own way.

"No. No I did not." And Louis couldn't help but laugh. He always was a terrible liar.

"Come in then. Or are you just going to stand by the door for an hour?" Louis put on a thinking face. Bringing his free hand up and began rubbing his chin to make it look a little convincing. Harry walked forward and lent against the door frame, getting a better view of the brown haired boy.

"I think I might stay out here. The air seems breathable and isn't too hot nor too cold." Harry chuckled, reaching out his hand and taking hold of Louis' smaller ones before pulling him into the room.

Louis' body seemed to relax even more when Harry's hand touched his. And when his fingers wrapped around his own, he couldn't help but feel a little warm inside. Harry-litterally-dragged Louis over to his usual table, at the back of the classroom. Pulling out a seat, he guided Louis to sit down before sitting in his own.

"So, I take it you like to draw." Louis placed his hands on the table infront of him.

"Sorry, I didn't see what you said." Louis just smiled and repeated his sentence.

Harry started rambling on about how much he loved art and how many different types there were. He had mentioned his favourite artist and how he loved to draw living things. He had said,

"If you draw a living thing, then in that picture, it remains living forever. Even if it pasts. Becuase in that one moment you looked at it, it was there. Right infront of you."

Louis was all ears that lunch time. Listening to every word Harry said. One thing stuck with him though, and that was,

"And artist's draws something they define as beauty. They paint, draw, even sketch out what they think is the most beautiful thing. Some say its nature. Some say humans. Some even say a small sgwiggle on a piece of white paper is art. And that's becuase to them, its beauty. I know it might sound mad, what I'm about to say, but I'm going to say it anyway. There is this one person, this one person that I can't seem to stop drawing. I've drawn them many times yet they don't know it... And please don't think I'm a creep but your beautiful. Louis."

It didn't click until the day had ended and Louis was in the car, his mum in the driving seat and they were currently at a red light. It was then, when something in Louis' brain worked out the meaning behind Harry's words.

"Harry's drawing me." He whispered.

Joe looked over at her son. Not quite sure what he had said.

"What was that?" She asked.

Louis turned so it would seem like he was looking at her.

"Harry, he said something about people drawing something they think is beautiful. He said that he had drawn this one person a lot. He called me beautiful mum." Louis paused. Turning back around and resting his head back on the seat. A smile on his face was shown as he said, again, "Harry has been drawing me."

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So there, Its a little late but I have wifi so I'll update now, but that will be it untill atleast the 29th cos thats when I get back.

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