Loui's POV*
The next morning
I woke up. All I saw was darkness. I just sighed, that's all I'm ever going to see for the rest of my life. I swung my legs over to the sighed then suddenly tripped. Ouch! I felt for the floor until I felt some curls. sigh. It's just Harry, I think.
"What are you doing Louis?" I heard his groggy voice say. I smiled at the sound of it.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean too." but then I suddenly remembered that he couldn't hear. So I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my throat and repeated what I said but slowly. He nodded his head and smiled gently. He is probably thankful that I helped him understand what I said. I suddenly grew sad. I'll never be able to see what he looks like. Then I heard a whimper.
I grabbed his hand and put it against my throat.
"What's wrong Hazza?"
He just shrugged then he got up and walked away, and how do I know that? I felt him move and heard his footsteps retreat.
Sighs.....
I just wish I could see and he could hear...life would be so much easier
