Blind ➵ h.s au

intro

"Sadie Dillon, your chemistry partner will be Harry Styles."

Hearing those words began a silent celebration within my soul. I've had a massive crush on Harry Styles since the seventh grade, when we went on our class field trip to Washington D.C. He ran into me during lunch hour, while we were going to grab our food. He reached to help me up, but tripped and fell while doing so and landed on me, due to his inability to see. Oh, yeah - that's one thing I forgot to mention: he's blind.

I don't know the full story - nobody does, with the exception of him and his family. All I know is that he went blind a long time ago, around 4 or 5. Something happened, some  incident, and the result was going blind. And to be quite frank, I find it sad that his eyes don't work to see the beautiful 18-year-old specimen that is himself. It's sad, I guess, to be obsessed with this 18-year-old blind boy, but frankly, he's gorgeous. And yes, that may come across as shallow, but its true. And how am I supposed to know what his personality is like? I'm always too scared - too big a puddle of nerves - to talk to him. I always feel that, I don't know, he'll see me as inadequate, though I know that he can't even see what I look like. But now is my chance, of course, to make an impression. We'll be lab partners for a whole school year; a whole 180 days.

"Ms. Dillon..." Mrs. Lincoln, my chemistry teacher chides, noticing my dazed look. "Ms. Dillon, please pay attention!"

Leaving my fantasies behind and returning to reality, I immediately snap my head up to look at Mrs. Lincoln, turning my attention back to her.

"Sorry, Mrs. Lincoln..."

She sighs. "Alright, just go to your assigned station. You and Mr. Styles will be sitting at lab table number two, front row."

I nod, going to my assigned lab table. Harry slides into his seat beside me on the bench. I look at him, smiling.

"Hi Harry, I'm Sadie Dillon."

He chuckles. "So I've heard." He looks in my direction. "I'm Harry Styles," he says, reaching out to shake my hand, "though if I am correct, haven't we met before?"

"Oh, yeah," I chuckle nervously. "In seventh grade, you ran into me, and when you tried to help me up, you fell on me. Does...does that mean you remember me?"

"Well, actually, no..." He admits. "I remember your voice. I can't see, remember?"

"Oh, um... Sorry, I didn't really mean that... I-I just meant in a...in a general context...-"

"Stop, stop, it's alright," he laughs, "I was just joking."

"Oh..." I chuckle. "Okay."

"Well, Sadie Dillon, I look forward to working with you..." He smirks. "I've got a feeling that this year will be...fun"