Larry fics

Open Your Eyes, Popstar

Louis grabbed the handle, and flung his bedroom door open. He could hear his sisters bustling around in the hallway, getting ready for school, most likely.

He was surprised when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back in his room.

“Today is the big day, and I am not letting you leave the house looking like 

that.

” Lottie said as she led Louis back to his bed.

“What’s wrong with this?” Louis asked, gesturing down to his clothes.

“Louis, you are wearing pattern on pattern, and you have two different socks on.”

Louis made a face.

“I know. Besides, didn’t we already decide that I would pick out what you wear to try out for the X factor? It’s a big event Lou, and I hate to say it, but,” she paused. “you’re already at a disadvantage, so we need to wow the judges any way we can.”

Louis sighed. He knew he was at a disadvantage, he always has been.

Being blind kind of has that effect on a person.

But the thing is, Louis doesn’t really mind being blind anymore. On a good day, he doesn’t really find it that big a deal. He’s not generally negative about it because he can’t change it, and why bother feeling bad about something you can’t control?

But it’s days like today, when he can hear Lottie rummaging through the clothes that he can never seem to pick out himself, that he truly realizes just how much of an impact his blindness will have on his life.

He’s not fully blind, he can see shapes and movement sometimes, but he can’t see anything more - never has been able to, and most likely never will. He feels the bed sink next to him, but doesn’t turn in the direction where he’s sure a member of his family is looming.

“Louis honey, look at me.” Jay always says that. Just that one little phrase, those five words, are enough to bring tears to Louis useless eyes. He turns his face in her direction and takes in a shaky breath.

“What’s the point, Mum? What’s the point of looking, if I can’t see?”

An arm was draped around his shoulders, and his Mum guided his head to her shoulder. “Don’t say that Louis.” She said sternly. She hated it when Louis talked himself down because of his sight. She absolutely hated it. One reason is because she couldn’t really comfort him about it because, even with all the books that she’s read on it, she will never genuinely know what it’s like to be like Louis.

“This should look good.” Lottie said as she grabbed Louis hand and put the neck of a shirt in his grasp and balled up his fist. “The front of the shirt is facing me, and I put your pants on the bed, the front of them facing them up, okay?”

“Thank you,” he said, as he felt around with his other arm for his eldest sister.

Lottie maneuvered herself so that she was in between Louis and their Mum, sitting on both their laps.

“I love you Louis.” She said as she gave him a side hug.

“I love you too,” he replied. “now get out of my room so I can change.” He let out a little laugh.

He felt the bed rise and heard the door shut. “Are you out?” He yelled. His sisters have played tricks on him before, opening and shutting the door but staying in the room.

It really freaked him out.

“Yeah,” He heard Lottie shout from down the hallway, and he knew it was okay for him to start stripping his clothes off.