Nothing but darkness. Loud sounds, footsteps, breathing, swallows, screams, but total darkness. I can feel the excitement in the air and hear the screams reverberating around Philips Arena.
"Hello Atlanta!" Liam screams into the microphone. A smile spreads across my face and I feel my brother squeeze my arm.
"They're out," he says calmly.
"What are they wearing?" I giggled.
"Harry's got on a black shirt, jeans, and his hair looks really good." My smile stayed. Trying not to cry as the concert continued until the intro to 'Little Things' started and I took a deep breath. Hearing the song flow from the speakers so close to us, I leaned on my brothers shoulder and wiped at the tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I'm in love with you, and all your little things," Harry sang and my heart melted.
"He's looking at you!" My brother exclaimed excitedly and I quickly pulled myself together. My heartbeat quickened and I knew I was smiling too hard, but didn't care. As the song ended, I leaned closer to my brother and cheered with everyone else.
"Before our next song, we'd like to read some of your tweets to us," Zayn announced.
"Okay, first up, this is from 'Queen Sasquatch' and the twitter name is @ellencannofharry. Is this lovely lady in the audience?" Niall laughed. Raising my hand I could hear my brother shouting.
"That's her! Right here!" With a large smile, I waved my hand.
"Come up here, love!" Harry chuckled and I felt a hand reach for mine. Oh my god. I was touching Harry Styles. I was touching him. He was helping me up the stairs. I was touching him. Feeling an arm around my shoulders, I fought back tears.
"How are you love?" he asked.
"I'm great," I laughed nervously.
"What's your name?" I heard Niall interject.
"Ellen. Ellen Canniff."
"And how old are you?" Harry countered.
"18 today."
"Happy birthday, babe. Having a good one so far?" Louis said and I felt another arm around my shoulders.
"This is the best day of my life," I beamed and began to cry,
"We're glad we could make it so special. Let's get to your question," Zayn chuckled.
"You asked. 'What is the most interesting thing about you that no one knows?'"
"I love to paint," Zayn said with enthusiasm.
"My favorite color is cerulean," Niall laughed.
"I would love to own a dog," Liam added.
"I like to cuddle." Harry giggled.
"I like to play football in high heels," Louis said and the crowd began to laugh.
"What about you love? What's something interesting about you?" Niall asked and I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder.
"I, um," I stammered. "I'm blind." I could hear the crowd go silent and the atmosphere changed.
"How long have you been blind?" Niall asked with a gentle voice.
"My whole life."
"So you can't see anything?" Harry asked with surprise in his voice.
"I think that's what blind means," I chuckled.
"Yeah mate," Niall teased with a loud laugh.
"Um, thank you for coming up here love. We appreciate you listening to us and coming tonight," Harry chuckled awkwardly and helped me get back down the steps that led to the stage. Hugging my brother as I got back down, they answered a few more questions before starting the next song.
With the concert done, the humid night air surrounded us and I held tight to Blakely's hand as we walked through the parking lot.
"This was so great," I smiled as he started the car.
"I'm so happy for you, El. You deserve it."
"How long until home?" I asked leaning my head against the cool window.
"Mom said we could stay if we wanted. It is summer. Plus, we have the room until Sunday," he chuckled.
"I mean, I really don't care. It's up to you," I shrugged, feeling at the different knobs and turning on the radio.
"It's three hours home and it's already 10:45. Let's just stay."
"Okay," I shrugged. "But, I'm hungry." Our laughter filled the car and it playfully punched his shoulder.
"There should be a mcdonalds somewhere around here. It's Atlanta."
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Blinded by You
FanfictionWhen you ask most people of they'd rather be deaf, blind, or unable to smell, they say unable to smell 99% of the time. Well, me being me, I've grown up my entire 18 years blind. You could say this story is cliché, typical, or downright crazy, but t...