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"Y/N!" Harry called to you from the other room. "Can you come here?"

You groaned, getting up to your feet and following his voice to the bedroom. He was laying flat on his back in the bed, listening to the music play from the radio next to his head. His eyes were shut, hiding the bright green of his unseeing eyes. 

He hadn’t always been blind, it had happened shortly after he turned sixteen. He’d been playing football with his friends when someone kicked the ball and it slammed into the back of his head, rendering him unconscious for quite a while. When he woke up, it was discovered that he had gone blind.

You met him just three years later, his vision still almost non-existent.

"Can I help you with something, Harry?" You sat down on the bed beside him. He nodded, reaching a hand out for you. You laid down against his side. 

"I wish I could see you. You sound so beautiful." He murmured, wrapping his arms around you. Two years into the relationship and you sometimes forgot that he’d never seen your face. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks and down to your lips, back up and over your eyelids. "Your skin is so soft and warm." He smiled.

You stretched out your hand, fingers digging into his curly hair. “Touch me, Harry.” He smirked, lips taking over from his fingers on your lips and his hands running down to your torso. 

When you’d first met him, he’d used his blindness as an excuse to get to feel you up. He had claimed that he couldn’t actually see so in order to “see” your face he would need to touch you. And he did. It was at a party and you were sitting alone in a bedroom you’d had to walk through to get to the bathroom. He’d been smiling the whole time that he slid his calloused fingers over your soft skin, exploring a lot more than your face. 

Back in the present day, you felt him pull away from you and you opened your eyes to see him running his fingers through his hair. “We need to talk.” 

"That can’t be good." You sighed, rolling away from him.

"It’s not bad, love, really." His fingers reached for me but missed since you’d scooted away. "Y/N, get back over here." he groaned.

I moved back over and laid down on his chest. “What?” 

"I’ve been researching lately and it turns out that there’s this procedure thing." A smile appeared on his face. "If I could do it, I might be able to get my vision back. I’ll be able to see you and get my life back in order. I want to do it, but I’ll only try it if you think it’s alright." 

You held his face between your hands and kissed him passionately. “Of course, it’s okay, Harry. I want what’s best for you and if you think this is it, then go for it.” 

A few months passed and Harry signed up for surgery. Sadly, you were out of town for that whole time during the surgery and recovery, but you luckily got back to London the same day that he was going to get his bandages off. You headed straight to the hospital from the airport and arrived just as Anne was entering his room with a doctor. 

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, pulling you into a hug and with her into the room where her son was sitting up in the bed. "Doctor, you can take the bandages off now, right?" She looked so excited as the man nodded. 

You walked over to Harry and held onto his hand. “Y/N, you made it.” He smiled, squeezing your fingers in his. Your fingers rubbed his wrist and you could feel his pulse beating rapidly under your fingers. He was so nervous. 

The doctor explained what was to be expected over the next few days. Some light sensitivity and stuff like that. “On the positive side of things, this surgery has brought your eyes back to normal and everything will be cosmetically the same as before the accident.” He assured all of you. “Are you ready, Mr. Styles?”

Harry nodded, tightening his grip on your fingers. The doctor carefully took the first bandage off and you felt Anne grip onto your shoulders and lean forward, wanting to be the first thing that her son saw. But his eye stayed closed and the doctor peeled the next one off. 

"Open your eyes now, son." Harry swallowed hard and turned to face me. His pulse throbbing almost painfully underneath my fingers.

"Harry," I whispered, reaching out a hand to stroke the side of his face. "Look at me." 

Very, very slowly his eyes opened.

His POV

My heart was pounding so fast that I was scared that I might have a heartattack before I could open my eyes. My eyelids felt heavy and I was so scared to open them because what if it hadn’t worked and I was still sightless.

"Harry," Y/N’s sweet voice echoed into my mind as her soft fingers smoothed down over the side of my face. "Look at me." I could hear the pleading in her voice.

I began to open my eyes and it was a slow process, but finally they were opened. Bright light stung my eyes and everything was blurry. At first I panicked. I couldn’t see much except for the blur that was Y/N’s face and another blur that surrounded that one that was definitely her hair. 

"Everything is blurry right now, but if you blink a bit, it should clear up in a minute." My doctor told me. I blinked then a couple times and his face came into focus a bit. An older man with graying hair and stubble covering the lower half of his face. 

Slowly he came into focus and I could see his bright blue eyes and his pupils and the individual whiskers that made up his beard. I could see. My face felt like it would crack from the smile that grew on my face.

"Hazza?" Her voice sounded from my right and I turned. Finally able to see her after all this time. My breath was pulled from my chest and my hands rose up to her cheeks. 

"Y/N?" I choked out, rubbing my thumbs over her face and I looked into her eyes. For the first time I could see her love for me pouring out of her eyes with each happy tear that spilled over. "You’re so beautiful. More resplendent than I ever dreamed." I leaned forward to kiss the corner of her mouth. "I love you, I love you, I love you. My precious Y/N."

She started crying even harder and I felt the tears starting to leak down my cheeks as well. I pulled her in for a kiss, her lips wet and salty with her tears. We forgot about the doctor and my mum, getting lost in ourselves until they left the room.