blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XXXVII. Foggy Weather In Our Sights

Happy 6 years to the boy band I sold my soul to 🎉

(I FORGOT TO POST THIS ON THE 23rd OMFG)

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~ Ariana ~

It was painfully obvious how out of place I was. Being reintroduced to this world of drunken madness made me want to remember what life was like without the malignant pulse that occupied the back of my head. The heavy bass of the modernized 90s throwback music the club was playing was electric, encouraging me to move along with it and escape it as well.

I'm sure if I was more off my rocks like the rest of the crowd it wouldn't be bothering me as much. I stood by my promise to myself to not drink too much; by my standards 'much' is usually three drinks in one sitting. My tiny frame, compared to Harry or Marcel's, didn't need much alcohol in order to feel that addicting buzz.

It took me a drink and a half to start feeling that dazed confusion and sudden confidence. After finishing my second drink I decided two was enough if I wanted to keep my promise. I needed to be sober enough to lead the boys on our walk back to the apartment.

While Harry and Marcel immersed themselves with the crowd, I spent my own time searching for a place to sit. There weren't many of spare seats in the club so it took me a while. Marcel opted to join me, but with Harry's persuasion and being given drink after drink while being told that he needed to let loose and be a twenty-five year old sometimes, he ultimately decided to do shots with Harry. I texted the two where I was, allowing them to freely have fun while I did what I was talented at most; being invisible.

But of course my peace of mind didn't last very long, because Marcel became tired and offered to sit for a while so I could enjoy the night with Harry. Upon seeing me approaching him, Harry turned from the group of people he was speaking with to lure me to his side.

I learned that the group of people happened to be people he knew in some of his classes. I was surprised by their curious interest in me, a lot of them asking if I truly was blind before and what it's like now that I can see. It turn out that Harry's told them more than just my name. The oversharing was partially forgiven because the proud smile on Harry's face sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. We both knew what this change meant for me; he knew as much as I did mostly because I always made sure he knew that I wasn't doing this for superficial reasons, but for myself and my wishes to see what else I'd missed about this world.

Talking about my condition sparked more questions. They wanted to know what I've seen and what I haven't seen. I blushed when I spoke about my first reaction upon seeing Harry. They were all very kind and genuine with their words, although they were somewhat stoned. I found a great contrast between Harry's new friends compared to his old ones. Though they aren't as loyal to him as his fraternity was, they certainly were a better influence.

Nevertheless, Harry still was the same cocky bastard he was before. Only this time his greatest pride resides in me, despite my oppositions, Harry loves to remind everyone around him that he has a girlfriend. He spent most of the night standing behind me with his arm around me while the other held his drink. His chin cemented itself on my shoulder, and he'd only move to drink from his glass.

I was getting well aquatinted with one of the girls, Vashti, when I felt Harry move away from me completely. He peered into his empty glass with a disappointed pout for a few moments before ultimately deciding that the next one would be his last. He kissed my cheek before making his way to the bar.

Vashti leaned towards me and laughed softly. "You're so lucky to be with someone like that. Whenever a guy tells me he's getting more drinks it's usually to escape."