STONE [larry stylinson]

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Walking down the streets of London on such a cold winters night wasn't my ideal plan, but here I am freezing, can't feel my toes and scuffing what's left of my shoes. My house was unbearable, I guess I was not use to being alone, that's the issue. I live with a burden, a curse almost. I turn others to stone, accidentally of course. Therefore I have to wear sunglasses to keep others safe. As I walked sulking, scuffing my shoes as I walked paying more attention to my feet than the path I was knocked off my feet.

"I'm so sorry, here mate let me help you up." I took the strangers hand, wiping my behind as I got up. I re-adjusted my sunglasses, staring at the person who had pushed me.

"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention mate." He gave me a smile, yet didn't raise his face as he was almost too afraid to meet my gaze. He looked up finally meeting it, he's blind.

"Mate I can see you staring, before you ask yes I'm blind. No I don't need help crossing the road, have a good day now." he was about to take off but I quickly grabbed his hand, his eyes having a cloudy cast over them, beautiful.

"I wasn't going to fuss over you, I'm harry." He sighed then smiled.

"I'm Louis but call me Lou." Louis...what a lovely name, I was intrigued by this guy I needed more time with him.

"Loui-Lou, would you want to come this coffee shop with me that I was heading to?."

"Yes."