Harry's POV:
I stand there not understanding why she is crying. Seeing her like this makes me feel more pity for her.
"Guys I'm okay. Go back to your seat. I'll use the loo and be back" She says pulling away
"I'll take her " I say before anyone can speak
Everyone look at me. I even hear Zayn gasp knowing that I have a dislike for women. But I feel guilty and I feel the need to help her.
"Ok" her dad says
I place my hand on her back and lead her out of the hall.
" You don't need to you know" she says
"But I want to"
"You know I'm blind right?"
"Yeah"
I hear her sigh
"I don't want to go to the loo. Can u take to to somewhere silent and peaceful?"
"Ok"
I walk us to the little Garden that's behind this place. I help her to sit on a chair over there. I see her inhale and smile.
"I didn't expect you to dance so good. It was wonderful" I compliment
"Thank"
"Miss.Stanfield I'm so so so sorry for all that I did. Please forgive me. I seriously had no idea you were blind. Plz forgive me and come back to work."
" Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah I guess"
"Why did you do all that?"
"Well I hate to play the piano but my dad wants me to learn so I can win some stupid competition to keep up some stupid tradition. So I try some way or another to chase away the pianist who comes"
"Well then why do you want me back?"
"Well my dad doesn't seem to give up. So I rather learn with you than that idiot who replaced you. Gosh she's such a flirt. "
She just hums
"I don't know Harry. You literally disrespected me"
She stands up
"I'm so sorry. Wait!"
I look around and finally a beautiful lavender catches my eyes. I pluck one and give it to her. She takes it and smells it.
"I love lavenders " she says
"Calling up all the Rumba dancers " I hear the voice of the announcer
"We gotta go" I say
I place my hand on her back and lead the way back to the hall.
Summer's POV
I feel Zayn take my hand and lead us to where ever we must be.
"Ok so first let's give a big round of applause to all the participants" the announcer says
Everyone claps
"Only the numbers I call out can stay on stage"
Nervously I tighten my grip over Zayn's hand.
"Number 105 and 115" he Says
I jump in joy cause we are 105. I hear people whispering things has I stand there silently.
"Let's do a count down shall we?"
"Ten "
"Nine"
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The Blind Piano
Fanfiction"I hate women you know but you are the only exception" He hates women then how did she become the only exception "I hate the word Love. I don't believe in that shit. " Why does she say that? What will happen when a blind girl is appointed to teach...
