Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart (On Hold)

Two

"Harry", Niall's voice came.

"Hmm?", Harry asked, whipping his head towards the direction of Niall's voice.

He had gotten better at this since he first went blind, but still made a mistake every now and then.

"You alright? You seemed a bit, eh, lost", Niall said, sounding worried.

Harry nodded.

"M'fine Niall. Just thinking, is all", Harry replied, rather quietly too.

Niall scooted closer to Harry's end of the couch.

"Come on lad, I can tell something's on your mind. What's up?", Niall asked, placing a hand on Harry's knee.

Harry sighed.

"What are you thinking about?", Niall asked, again trying I get his friend to confess what was troubling him.

"Louis", Harry said, simply.

"Louis?", Niall asked.

Harry nodded.

"What about him?", Niall asked.

Harry shrugged, almost carelessly.

"I don't know, just can't et him out of my head. There's something about him", Harry said.

Niall nodded.

"Yeah, he seems kinda different that way", Niall said.

Harry didn't say anything, he just went back to thinking about Louis, but he couldn't understand why.

A few hours later, Niall said he had to run out for a few hours for work.

So Harry was left alone in the house, and nowhere to go really.

He probably couldn't even if he wanted to.

So he stayed put on the couch, until his hunger got the best of him.

He decided to get up and find the leftover breakfast Niall had made, since he hadn't been hungry this morning.

About halfway to the kitchen, Harry bumped into the coffee table, then the chair, and then the counter.

By the time he reached the side table in the hallway, he was done.

Everything from his legs down hurt now.

He had enough.

He grabbed the nearest thing to him that he could feel, which thankfully was only one of Niall's thick books he always had his nose in, and threw it across the room.

It made a loud thump against the wall, and then the floor.

He picked up another book and through that one, but this time it hit on of the flower pots that always say on the window area between the kitchen and the living room, knocking it over with a loud crash.

The glass had shattered all over the kitchen floor, but Harry didn't care.

He screamed in frustration as he kept throwing things, until he didn't have any energy left, so he just slid to the floor, and broke down crying.

He was so upset with himself.

He felt useless, he couldn't even walk to the kitchen and get his food because he couldn't see.

He felt like he couldn't do anything anymore.

A knock came from the front door, which for some reason Niall had left unlocked, because it opened a few seconds later.