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#28: You're Blind

#28: You're Blind - effingamazayn

Harry: Your fingers trace the planes of his face, memorizing, feeling, seeing. You feel his hair, thick and soft between your fingers, a smile forming on your lips and tears seeping from your eyes at his beauty. You run your fingers over every part of his face, his eyelids, his lashes ticking your fingertips, the bridge of his nose, his soft lips, allowing him to pucker them against your hands. Finally he smiles as you reach his cheeks, your fingers dipping as you giggle. “What’s that?” You ask, leaning over him, letting your finger seep into his cheeks. “They’re dimples.” He laughs as you do. “I’ve never felt those before. You’re different. You feel different.” You whisper against his lips. “You make me feel different, happy.”

Louis: He sings to you: when you’re relaxing, when you’re sleeping, even when he’s not aware that you’re listening. He knows how the sound of his voice soothes you and helps you to imagine. You imagine what he looks like when he’s singing, how passionate his eyes may get or how he may smile at his favorite line. The sound of his voice always makes you smile. “Seeing you smile makes me smile.” He always says, kissing you until you’re breathless, singing into your mouth, making you feel his words.

Niall: “Tell me what you look like.” You whisper to Niall, feeling of his hands, intertwined with yours, your favorite place. He can make you feel secure simply by holding your hand. His finger runs across your knuckles as he talks, describing himself to you. “I’m taller than you. You can feel how tall I am when you kiss me.” He starts but you interrupt him. “Your face.” He clears his throat, starting again. “You’ve felt my hair. It’s light.” He continues. “What color are your eyes?” You ask. “They’re blue.” He answers simply. “I don’t know what blue looks like. Are most people’s eyes blue?” You continue. “Not a lot of the people you know. Only Louis and I have blue eyes in the band.” He says to you. A tear falls from your eye, the thought that you may not ever see him triggering your tears. Immediately he pulls you into his arms. “I bet you’re beautiful.” You sob, your hands on each of his cheeks. “No, you’re beautiful.”

Liam: He loves to take you on walks. Instead of him telling you what he sees he asks you what you’re hearing and imagining. He loves to hear how accurate you are. “There are birds.” You say as you walk, Liam’s hand in yours, moving you along beside him. He guides you, letting you feel the wood of the bench he sits you on, dipping your feet in the water of a pond, and even lifting you with him onto the branch of a tree. He knows how important it is that you have normal experiences with him so he gives you that. He talks to you and tells you what he sees to the best of his ability. Most importantly he’s the first person who lets you feel.

Zayn: “I can’t see you. People tell me how beautiful you are but I’ll never be able to see that.” You say, wrapped in his arms on another one of your lazy days. His body is warm against yours. You know everything about him. You know how he feels, how he sounds, but you’ll never be able to see him. You’ll never know the color of his hair or how he looks when you make him smile. “Hush.” He says, hearing you choking back your tears. “Let me tell you something. You’re the only person who’s ever really seen me. (Y/N), no one has seen the real me but you. No, you don’t know what I look like but you’ve seen me when no one else did.” He reminds you over and over until you’re convinced. You’ve seen him more times than anyone else who has been graced with the beauty of his outside features.