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Dissability. ~Cake~

Calum.
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You're blind.
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My hand danced along the cupboards, one, two, three. Finally reaching the fourth one along, my hand felt upward towards the handle. Pulling it open gently.
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But whoever had used it before me hadn't put everything in the tright place, they had simply shoved the jars back.
The only thing holding them in place was the cupboard door, which I had now opened. Jars of pickle, Jam and all sorts flung out of there and landed in a heap around me.
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I was petrified on the spot. I had no shoes on and I couldn't see the glass.
"Calum!" I yelped, despite his heavy footprints already thundering down the stairs. "Please, help me."
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My hand stung and I felt it with my other to find that it had been sliced by one of the shards of glass during the process. Tears began to fall from my useless eyes as I became increasingly lost and confused.
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Calum entered shortly after, his heavy panting signalling both his rush down and his panic.
"Okay. You're okay, baby. Just don't move." I nod, sniffling a little but calming down now he was here.
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My ears listened as he seemingly swept up the glass around me, before the sound of the bin lid opening and closing. "Are you hurt?" He asked from the other side of the room.
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My hand lifts. "Only on my hand."
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I hear as he pads over, he must have been wearing slippers or some kind of soft shoe. He gently wipes away my tears before picking me up and lifting me onto the counter top. It stung a little as he cleaned up the cut, bandaging it up after. I felt awful that he had to care for me so much more than a normal boyfriend. It must be so hard.
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I was still panicked and breathing heavy. My eyes still watery. He was trying to calm me down the entire time.
Once he was finished cleaning me up, his lips met mine, giving me a reassuring kiss. His hands ran gently through my hair as he kissed my forehead this time.
"Everybody has accidents sweetheart. Yours are just a bit more scary because they're a little more unknown.

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Luke.
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You only have one arm.
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Everything was stacked up in one hand, the same way it had been for quite a few years now. I had learned to adapt.
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But I hadn't adapted to walking through busy crowds. Someone walked into me, full force, causing me to drop everything on the dirty street floor.
I groaned internally, but didn't say a word.
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"I'm so sorry." The tall figure bent down to help me pick things up.
I braced myself, not meeting his gaze because I knew what was about to happen. He gasped a little, just like everyone else. "Oh god, I'm really sorry." He exclaimed, noticing my missing limb.
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"It's fine. It was probably my fault, if anything I'm sorry." Having all my things back in my grasp, I looked up to find Luke Hemming's. The real life one.
Standing there, with me. Apologising to me. Luke fricking Hemming's!
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"Oh my god." I sang quietly. "Wow, okay. You are Luke Hemmings." I said stupidly.
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He smiled goofily. "You know us?"
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My cheeks warmed. I nodded.
"Yeah, I love your music."
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"Thank you."
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"Well." I regathered myself and my things. "Thanks for actually looking me in the eyes and not at my arm. I'd have to say you're the first." I told him honestly. "It's a nice change."
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He shrugged. "I know what it's like to be stared at for the wrong reasons. It isn't fun."
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I grinned, his words making my tummy tingle. "Besides," he continued. "You have beautiful eyes."
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I blushed harder than a twelve year old girl, did he really just tell me my eyes were the beautiful ones? Seriously?
"Thank you." I mumbled, not used to compliments. Especially since he incident. Only ever questions. He hadn't even asked what happened yet, he was interested in me, not my arm.
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"Well . . ." I mumbled, ready to say our goodbyes.
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But then he said something that changed everything.
"Can I see you again? Like on a date? Sorry your just really gorgeous and seem very interesting. I know I'll kick myself later if I don't ask."
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And that was how it started.