One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 73. You're blind (Part 2)...

Niall: You blinked as your cane hit a foot, raising an eyebrow as you heard a chuckle. "You're not Niall," you pointed out, tilting your head a bit.

"How can you tell? Can you see the difference or something?" you heard your bully laugh.

"That's a bit mean of you to say, don't you think?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you pulled your cane away from his foot.

"I should care because?"

"Because mean and dumb doesn't look good on you, or at least, it doesn't sound good on you," you said calmly, tilting your head as you heard his laugh dying down, footsteps stopping as you heard some whispers. You stood there before you felt  hand on your lower back, knowing that it was indeed Niall.

"Rick, just go bug someone your own size," Niall said, glaring at the bully.

"She is my size and besides, I like teasing the ones that are even more helpless."

You felt your cane get taken from your hand and your eyes widened. "Hey! Give that back, you bloody tosser!" you yelled, growling.

"Such colorful language for someone that is supposedly a lady," you heard him tease, a chuckle ringing through your ears.

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest as you stayed silent for a minute before you leaned forward and punched him in the face. You heard him groan and your cane fall to the floor so you stood back, and rubbed your knocks. "A lady doesn't start fights, but she sure as hell finishes them," you said, gripping your cane as you felt it being placed in your hand.

"Let's get to lunch, Y/n," you heard Niall say, holding back a laugh as he led you away from the crowd. 

You nodded slightly and let him lead you, a smile playing on your lips. You had always been bullied over your blindness and never let it get to you. But sometimes, people went too far by taking your cane or pushing you into lockers and laughing at you. So, standing up for yourself like that made you feel good. Plus, you could tell Niall was smiling as he led you to a table. 

"What would you like for lunch, love?" Niall asked, pushing you in softly. 

"Pizza please," you replied, smiling, "and a few cookies if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," he answered, kissing your forehead before heading to the line. 

Harry: Three months. Three months since the accident. Three months since you lost your vision. You still hadn't gotten use to it. You couldn't watch your favorite shows or go to your favorite concerts. The fact that you were getting babied by your boyfriend and brother and the other boys that it annoyed you and stressed you out more than school ever did. 

"Y/n! Get out of bed now!"

"Bugger off, Lou! I am not leaving this bloody bed ever again!"

"Y/n M/n Tomlinson! You get your arse out here right now!"

"Or what?! You're ground me?! I'm already in hell if you hadn't noticed!"

You felt around for the pillow that had fallen, a growl leaving your lips as you had trouble finding it. Once you couldn't find it, you gave up and pulled your cover over your head, tears starting to form in your eyes. 

You heard your door open and the bed dip a bit as you felt the cover be pulled off you. "Love?"

You rubbed your eyes and rolled away from him. "Go away Harry," you mumbled, huffing softly. 

"No. You've been hiding in here for weeks, you barely even eat or speak to me. I'm worried about you, babe," he said, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest.