Blinded by You

Chapter Two- I Would

Waking up the next morning, I made my way to the bathroom and woke Blakely up to help me get ready. Having a gay brother who wants to be a makeup artist and hair stylist helps when you're blind.

"You seem sad. What's up?" he asked as I heard the singe of my straightener.

"Post concert depression, I guess. That was the best birthday I've ever had and poof, the moment I had with the boys is gone already," I sighed, leaning my hands against the cool sink.

"Elle, if you could see your phone, you'd know it's far from over."

"What do you mean?" I felt my ears perk up at his words.

"All of the boys followed you on twitter and your Instagram pictures got, like, three thousand likes a piece."

"You're kidding!" I squealed.

"You'd know if I was." My heartbeat accelerated as he finished curling my hair and I felt him begin to poke at my face with makeup brushes.

"Ow," I laughed as he ran eyeliner across my eye.

"Beauty is pain, babe. Beauty is pain," he chuckled.

"What are we doing today?"

"Whatever you wanna do, pretty girl. It's your birthday week," he cooed and kissed my cheek.

Flashback-

"Blakely, do you think I'll ever be able to see?" I asked, feeling tears well in the corners of my eyes.

"I don't know, princess. But, until then, I'll be your eyes."

"You promise? Even in college?"

"Even in college. You're mega smart already. When everyone walks out of your life, I'll be the one who stays next to you and has Starbucks." Tears streaming down my cheeks, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why Starbucks?" I sniffled.

"Because I know that's your favorite coffee place."

"What about the coffee that mom makes?"

"We both know that we're getting her a Keurig for Christmas." We both began to laugh and I wiped my face.

"I love you Blakely. You're the best brother anyone could ask for."

"I love you too, pretty girl."

End flashback--

Walking around downtown Atlanta, I could hear the cars stop and go, the grinding of rubber on the heated asphalt.

"Blakely," I smiled, tightening my grip on his arm.

"Yeah?" he asked and I could feel his eyes on me.

"I love you," I beamed and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I love you too, Elle." As the day got hotter and I began to sweat a little bit, we found shelter under a dogwood tree in Olympic Park.

"Chic-Fil-a or Zaxbys?" I chuckled, biting into my chicken sandwich.

"For you, Harry. But for me, chic-Fil-a sandwiches, Zaxbys everything else."

"Shush. More like for you, Liam."

"He's so hot," he whined. Taking a sip of my tea, I felt my phone vibrate against my leg.

"What's it say?" I asked, shoving it at Blakely.

"It's from Harry."