blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XXIII. You Can't Teach Old Dogs New Tricks

Part 2.

((happy birthday neil))

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~ Ariana ~

There was so much I wanted to learn still, and a month wasn't enough. But I don't want to remain isolated and restricted from discovering these things for myself.

"I wonder sometimes what it's like to be blind." Marcel spoke again and I turned to him with a small smile.

"It starts out as just being darkness, but you meet people who change you and bring a new way of seeing into your life." I looked over at Harry who grinned. "I think my blindness only ever felt like a burden when someone made it out to be one. Until someone came along and reminded me that being blind is a gift, and that no one could see better than a man with sight. That I had the capacity to love someone beyond just what they looked like but who they are."

The pain in my chest seemed to numb itself out the more I looked at Harry. Harry has always been able to help me calm down and the more he became the only way, the more I tried to separate myself from why I needed him and why I wanted him. Independence, truly relying on myself, would now be something I had to get used to.

I smirked and turned to Marcel, "So thank you Marcel for everything."

"Hey!" Harry offensively cried as he sat up.

I laughed willingly, along with Marcel who clapped his hands like an over joyed seal.

"I'm joking baby; you know I was talking about you." I reassured Harry as I turned back to Marcel. "But really Marcel, I don't think I could have had the confidence in myself to go for Harry if you hadn't broken my heart and encouraged me to."

"You two needed each other and evidently you still do, but in different ways now. I can't handle two people who are important to me, waste themseleves away with life's subtlies when they should be together, enjoying the best of what life can give them which is each other."

Marcel was slowly becoming one of my favourite people. The only other person who had an understanding of the unconventionalness of my relationship with Harry was on a different continent. But having him here, one of the prime reasons I had the nerve to accept my feelings for Harry, was fitting enough.

Marcel continued, "Sian's going to realize that and she'll back off. Unless she's a true craetin of hell and decides to get in between you two which if it happens I won't hesitate to snap and snatch a few weaves by pulling receipts out of my ass on how vile of a human she is."

I laughed softly, "Must you be so cruel to her? We're older now and I haven't spoken to her in years. She seems to have become better than before, but then again she ridiculed my favorite thing in the world so I might just join you in scalping the bitch." I caressed the bulge of Harry's perfect little tummy and rested my cheek against its warm surface.

"She found out about Sian calling me fat." Harry pointedly explained.

"And that stupid diet thing?" Marcel questioned.

"Yeah, she took it better than I expected. She got angry, almost cried, and said some nice things" Harry said as he began to stroke my hair, "I love her a lot." He directed his last comment to me and as I looked up at him, I caught a glimmer of longing behind his eyes.

"Yet he still hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet." I jokingly rolled my eyes as I sat up again, but not without giving his tummy a few kisses. "So I'll take over from here and just do it because I'm growing tired of waiting. Harry, wanna be my boyfriend again?"