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My heart beat like a drum underneath my rib cage as the thought of meeting someone new for a long time floated around my mind.

 

 

For a moment, I seated there uneasy as I was not sure if I was supposed to be thrilled or what.

 

 

Suddenly, footsteps started echoing around the room.

 

 

I wasn’t alone of course, I could hear other patients in the room chatting with their visitors as well, but the sound of those certain footsteps felt bizarre sending me chills throughout my whole body.

 

 

The footsteps came nearer and louder.

 

 

Then it stopped.

 

 

I sensed someone going around me.

 

 

He smelled that of a musky scent but in a younger aroma.

 

 

I felt him stopping right in front of me.

 

 

That warm sensation I had on my neck just got warmer and I hoped it didn’t transpire on my friggin’ face.

 

 

‘Hello.’

 

 

A thick British voice spoke.

 

 

I was not sure if he was talking to me.

 

 

‘I’m Zayn.’

 

 

Oh, he was.

 

 

I didn’t know what to say that instant as if my tongue retreated down my throat.

 

 

‘Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking, are you alright? You seem a little red. Are you okay? Is this a bad time?’

 

 

Dammit!

 

 

I’m totally blushing!

 

 

‘Niall?’

 

 

And he knows my name!

 

 

Shit!

 

 

What do I do?

 

 

‘Uhm.’

 

 

I gulped hard.

 

 

‘Nice to meet you, Zayn.’

 

 

I held out my hand in front of me hoping to distract him from focusing on my embarrassingly reddening face.

 

 

Suddenly, a hand grabbed a hold of it and shook it.

 

 

Damn.

 

 

He has some nice hand.

 

 

Warm and soft.

 

 

I’m guessing he’s also well dressed and neat.

 

 

Probably about my age.

 

 

He seems like a gentleman.

 

 

I hope he’s a gentleman.

 

 

We were silent for a moment as our hands still connected.

 

 

God, why did I have the urge to never let go?

 

 

Feeling a little awkward, I pulled my hand away from his.

 

 

‘And no, this isn’t a bad day.’

 

 

‘Well, that’s really comforting.’

 

 

I heard a nervous chuckle.

 

 

Glad to know I’m not the only one nervous.

 

 

I heard him taking a seat across me and the loud thudding of my heart seemed to never come to a halt.

 

 

I have a hunch it won’t.

 

 

Not with this guy around.

 

 

I felt his eyes staring at me.

 

 

I know I’m blind.

 

 

But that weird feeling of someone eyeing me has become one of my new found abilities.

 

 

Sometimes I can sense disgust from people around me, but sometimes I also feel sympathy and understanding.

 

 

But this guy.

 

 

I sensed neither of those with him staring at me.

 

 

He seemed…I dunno…unhappy?

 

 

I guess.

 

 

Like he didn’t want to see me like this.

 

 

I had the urge to ask him why.

 

 

‘Why are you staring at me?’

 

 

That question left him scuffling and stunned.

 

 

‘Don’t worry. Me being blind is real. I just can’t help but sense you stare at me differently.’

 

 

‘Heh.’

 

 

I heard him scratching his head.

 

 

‘I just kinda…I dunno…maybe I kind of…’

 

 

He sounded embarrassed.

 

 

I can’t help but smile.

 

 

‘What?’

 

 

I asked him with a faint hint of curiosity.

 

 

‘Well…I just thought…uhm…no…I can’t say it.’

 

 

‘What? Come on. It couldn’t be that bad.’

 

 

I urged him.

 

 

There was a moment of silence.

 

 

‘I just…I just think you’re too beautiful to be like this.’

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Okay so pic on the side is our own resident badboy out of nowhere Zayn Malik...

*drools*

If i had someone like that visiting me... dude, i'd eat him!

I know i don't eat anything with a face... but with him... i'll make an exception!

bwahahaha!

Once again, comment, vote, follow me, and drool over Zayn.

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