Random Oneshots

**two taps

*ryden*

a/n: blind!ryan au cos i'm a hoe for them. lowercase intended, ryan's pov. i can't believe i haven't written any ryden yet so here ya go.

he always holds my hand when we go anywhere.

i must look like a child being dragged around by a parent, but that's not the case.

i can always hear people whispering about us. i'm blind, not deaf.

we're in a fancy restuarant. bad idea.

he got me a straw, so i wouldn't smash the glass.

we have a code for restaurants, so he doesn't have to whisper things at me and look like a total freak.

two taps on my hand. waiter/waitress coming to take our orders.

"hello, sirs, what can i get you?"

waitress.

"i'll have the smoked salmon, but hold the salad please. what about you, ry?" brendon's voice rings through my head.

"fish and chips please. standard peas, none of that mushy pea business. thank you, miss." i say, hoping i don't look too crazy.

"right away." i hear her footsteps recede, and i sigh.

brendon laughs. he knows how much i hate social interaction.

although i can't see him, i can tell he's happy. brendon has this energy he gives off when he's happy, and it always makes me happy. it's the same when he's sad.

kiss on the hand. food's here.

"the fish and chips?"

waiter this time.

"that's me. thank you." i hear the plate being put down in front of me, and i'm hoping i don't put my hands in it again.

"so you must be the smoked salmon! is that everything?" he says, i can hear him smiling.

"yes, thank you." i hear the waiter leave.

brendon helps me to eat, but warns me when someone's looking.

kiss on the cheek. someone's staring.

i stop what i'm doing and start breathing heavily.

two taps on my hand.

i can't concentrate.

kiss on my hand.

my head's a blur.

he leans on my shoulder. staff member walking over.

i can't breathe.

"sirs, we may have to ask you to move. you're disturbing customers."

a man.

"what? is cos we're two men?" brendon's getting angry.

i need to calm him down, but first i need to calm myself down.

i try breathing deeply.

"no, of course not. a grown man being helped to eat his food is disturbing to some people."

"well, maybe those people should grow the hell up!"

i need to stop him. but i can't see him.

"brendon!" i cry out, in an attempt to stop him.

"what?" he yells. i can hear and feel his anger.

i look down and close my eyes. it helps me calm down. usually.

i put my hands over my ear.

i curl up into a ball.

i'm gonna cry.

oh god, i'm crying.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." i say over and over.

"what are you sorry for, babe?" brendon. he's trying to sound nice but the anger's still lurking.

i cry harder.

"i'm sorry for being a freak. im sorry for being a fuck-up. i'm sorry for being emotionally unstable. i'm sorry for being so high maintenance." i whisper.

"ryan..."

i stand up, sobbing.

"i'm sorry for being blind! i'm so sorry." i scream.

everyone starts murmuring.

i want to leave but i can't. i can't see where i'm going. i can't see fucking anything.

so i just stand there sobbing.

"sir, we are very sorry about your...problem, but we are going to have to ask you to leave. i'm so sorry."

i sniff and straighten up.

"that's fine. brendon, we're leaving. i don't care what you say, we're leaving."

i hear him sigh, clearly fed up with me, but he takes my hand and we leave.

"let's never do that again, okay, ry?"

"agreed."

a/n:

i tried my best to not make it angsty, but i failed.

but that was kinda cute??

i love y'all, whatever you require, i'll do

suggestions please and thank you!!

bye guys!

-lizzie xx