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You Are My Eyes (Haven't been edited)

Sorry (Chapter 30)

(Harry’s P.O.V)

“No Harry no more…..I don’t care how tough your day has been…..you can’t drink away your pain like that,” Sarah Stated sternly. “You can’t tell me what to do….pour more in” I growled. But this stubborn woman wasn’t having it. She wasn’t listening to me. “Harry…..enough is enough….catch the taxi and go home,” she tried to negotiate.

“Just do you fucking job alright,” I slammed my fist. I know she was right and I should stop, but the pain is still there despite how many drinks I’ve had. “I am sorry I have to do this Harry…..but you have to leave,” she told me while calling for a male bartender to drag me out of here.

“Don’t touch me…..I can fuck leave myself,” I pushed the man back harshly as he tried to grab me. I stand up wobbly and forced myself to walk towards the exit door. I can’t exactly see clearly and the world around me spinning from left to right as I tried to walk straight. I know I’ve drunk way too much alcohol and I know for a fact that I can’t drive myself home.

I pull out my phone from my pocket to call the taxi while leaning on a brick wall not too far from the bar. I was astonished on how well my brain can still focus even with this amount of alcohol in my stomach. I let it ring as I looked into the distance even though my vision wasn’t clear. Also, the streets are completely black now…..well except for the shining street lights.

“Tampa taxi …how may I insist your service tonight?” a male voice on the other side of the phone answered. I couldn’t stay focus on what he was saying as I could see a girl walking all by herself warily alone along the walk path. “Hello….are you-,” before he could finished his sentence, I hang up.

I walk towards the girl because something about her looks really familiar. I couldn’t see her face clearly from where I was standing and being drunk didn’t help. I tried my best to walk towards her direction. The way she walks, it seems like she barely have energy left in her. It looks like she’s been walking for days without tacking proper rest.

It seems like she doesn’t know I am walking towards her because she didn’t look in my direction at all. I rubbed my eyes to clear my visions and I am at a distance where I can see her face now. I almost lost my breath when I realize who this girl walking alone warily at night is.

It couldn’t be her; she was supposed to be at home, safe and sound. Not out in the street at night like this. I feel like I am about to sober up from seeing her. I rubbed my eyes once more to make sure that I am not seeing things from the alcohol. Even after I rubbed my eyes and blinking a couple of times, when I open my eyes she was still there and still walking slowly.

Why is she at this area of the city? How did she get here? Did she walk all the way here? Is she trying to run away? Have she eaten or drink anything?

Questions started to fill my head making my head hurt. The only emotion I am feeling right now is guilt. Guilt, the amount of guilt I am feeling right now is indescribable. She must have had walked all day to get to here. I mean it does take an hour to drive from the school to here. It was all because of me. I made her feel like she had to get away as far as possible.

I didn’t go after her when she ran out of school this morning, but I am not going to let her run away again. I can’t let her suffer when I am the one who caused the problems. I should have been the one who have to walk all day to get away from the people that I hurt….not the other way around.

“Ivy?” I said which came out like a whisper. I don’t know why, but I am afraid. I am afraid that she will run off again and this time I might not have the chance to see her again. I can feel tears already starting to form, despite how much I try to not cry.

I am really close to her now but she is till walking as if she couldn’t hear me. No! I will not let her suffer on her own again….I have to fix the problem that I’ve caused. I don’t know how Ivy felt like when she knows about the bet…..one thing I am sure is that….she felt betrayed and I couldn’t blame her.

“Ivy?” I choked out once more. She shook her head as if she was hearing things and as if I am not here. I know she run away from me…..all this was just to get away from me. I know she wouldn’t want to hear my voice but I can’t let her walk alone at night…..when she can barely walk. I would never ever forgive myself…..if something happens to her.

Despite how tired she looks, I was surprised when she started to speed up her pace. . “Ivy wait…..please…..I am sorry,” I begged and I started to jog after her even though I can barely walk straight.

“Ivy please…..let me explain…..I am begging you,” my voice cracked and I could feel a lump building up on my throat. I can’t let her go again but she kept on walking and we now entered the main street now. Cars were honking as I could see Ivy crossed the road. She was getting further away from me now…tears coming down on my face endlessly. I know I am a whip but I couldn’t care at this moment.

My visions were blurred by my tears and having a massive headache didn’t help. I could see she made it a cross the road without any problem even though I fear she might get hit. I force myself to run after her…..I can’t let her slip away again. I couldn’t see where I was going everything was so bright and blurry….

“Beeebeeee………………”

A very loud car honked which startled me and before I can process what was happening a bright light shine in my direction making me completely blind…

"Bruhhhhh......"

That was the last sound I heard before I felt a huge thing hit me with such force, making me fly backward and fall on the cement ground hitting my head. Everything went black for a couple of second….my body felt numb and my head felt like it weighed tones.

“Someone call the ambulance……oh my god…..someone call the fucking ambulance,” I could hear someone said faintly.

“Son….stay with me son….,” the voice said again. My eyes were open but I felt like I couldn’t see anything.

“Keep your eyes open son….the help in on their way,” that same voice said again which made me blinked a couple of times. Then I remembered. Ivy…..where is she? Is she O.K.?

. “I-Ivy?” I croaked in pain. If something happen to her…..I rather die right here…right now.
“Harry?” I could hear her chocked out not too far. I blinked a couple of time to make sure that she was actually here and I am not going delusional.

I open my eyes slowly and now I can see moving figures around me but very blurry.I could see a figure moving towards me which made me blink again. I tried to exhale when I open my eyes to see Ivy’s beautiful face was fine, but it didn’t help when your chest hurt like hell.

“I-Ivy….I-I’m s-sorry,” I shattered. Tears are forming all over again. I want her to know how sorry I am with the decisions that I’ve made. I want her to know the amount of regret that I have for hurting her.

I want her to know that she is not alone and there are a lot of people who cared for her…..I care about her….a lot. I don’t care if she never forgives me…..all I want her to know is that I am sorry ….sorry more than anything.

She grabbed hold of my hand and I could feel warmth running up through my body. I was surprised that she would even touch me……after all the things I’ve done to her. “I-I am s-sorry,” he repeats. I am glad that Ivy couldn’t see at this moment in time….only this moment in time…..I don’t want her to pity me because I am injured.

It felt like someone just squeezed my heart when Ivy started to sob and I could see she was shacking. Why is she crying? She shouldn’t be crying…..beautiful person and a beautiful soul like her should never cry……should never feel sorrow.“Harry…I forgive you alright….I forgive you,” she cried out.

I swear my heart stop moving at that moment…..as if time has been frozen. Why would she forgive me? After all the stuff I did to her…..why is she forgiving me? She can’t possibly forgive me…..I’ve been horrible to her.

She shouldn’t even be here and sobbing while holding my hand is out of the question. Even though I think she should be here because of all the stuff I did…..I desperately want her and need her here.

I let go of her hand and reached up to wipe away her tears. I could see her leaning into my hand and cried even harder. I hate seeing her cry……it kills me to see her cry…especially when it is because of me. She placed her soft gentle hand on top of mine, but I pulled it towards me and kissed is and just left it there.

Why would she forgive me? I ask myself……..then I remember what she told me last week about her parents…..they were also in a car accident because of a drunk driver. I remember how much she cried that night in my arm and how much she blamed it on herself because…..she made her parents go to her awards night.

I’ve never seen or met anyone who has such a pure soul. She never sees faults in other despite what they did to them. For her to forgive me was enough proof. She didn’t blame the driver for crashing into their car that night of her parents’ accident and I certainly have a strong feeling that she is blaming this accident on herself as well.

She is always so loving and kind to everyone. Always sweet and innocent. Every time she looks at me in the eyes…..I swear she could see right through me…straight through me. Everyone around me…..everyone around her may think Ivy is blind…..but for me…..I think she is the only one who can see in this world. We are the blind one not her……we take everything for granted and we want more then what we have.

Ever since I’ve met Ivy…..I’ve never heard her asking for more or complained about being blind…..not a word…..she of course want to able to see bur she never complained. She accepted what she have and accept anything that is offered her despite what it is. I can tell she is always grateful whenever you do something nice for her. Her ‘thank you’ was sincere and honest.

Almost as if……people never offered her a helping hand before. The more I spend my time with Ivy, the more I’ve learn about the world. With every minute I spend with her……I’ve come to realize how lucky I am with what I have and how lucky I am to be born without having anything stopping me from things I want to do.

Seeing her smile makes my heart flattered even if I am having a crappy day. I always want to see her smile and happy. But I don’t see enough of it…..I would do anything to make her happy. Hearing her voice was enough to calm me down…..even if she was yelling at me. To able to be near her was enough warmth and makes me complete.

I always want to be there for her….be her shoulder to cry on…..support her when she is going through a hard time…..care for her when she sick…make her Milo so she doesn’t have nightmares at night…..cook for her. I want to take care of her in every way possible and waking with her next to me is the best thing is life.

I swear Ivy is an Angel in disguise.......send from heaven.....possibly send by my mum to fix me!!

I’ve never ever felt like this about anyone. Am I in love with Ivy? My love for my mum is different to what I am feeling now. I’ve read a quote somewhere before that says, “when you love someone, you will put there happiness above yours.”

Only now that I realized…..I love Ivy……there I said it..... I love Ivy…..I didn't know that I've always loved her…from the moment I saw her and when she looked back at me....even though she didn't know I was there......she saw through me.

“Son….stay with me son, keep your eyes open” the male before said worriedly. I didn’t know I was slowly starting to close my eyes because I am staring to get really dizzy. “Harry….look at me….stay with me alright…..stay with me,” she begged while wiping her tears with the other hand. I have to tell her…..she has to know that I love her….

“I-I…l-love y-you I-Ivy……always…..” I shattered before everything went black.



Notes

Goodness gracious......such a long chapter..... :D - what do you guys think of Harry's P.O.V???
Sorry if it's boring for you guys.....I thought you have to know what Harry felt about his confession....well how exactly he feels towards Ivy you know?

Anyways......give me your thoughts and opinion.....I want to hear what you guys think of Harry now. Ohhhh......actually you guys can comment what will happen next :D

Lots of love P.S xxx - Stay safe and beautiful like always.......I love you all....always remember that <3<3 ^_^

Comments

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@JustBloo.

See......we need more people like you in this world <3 <3 Yes!!!! you were very helpful and I messaged you with the biggest spoiler everrrrrr ^_^

@PS2Live the dream


Was I helpful? I have a problem conveying my thoughts into understandable sentences lol But what can I say? I'm just a fanfic reading girl willing to do anything to see her otp continue their story ;)

@JustBloo

DO you know how much LOVE I have for you?? If you don't......well.....I LOVE YOU dear <3 <3

Hey!

I had this same thing happen to me too! Weirdness! But anyways...

I honestly think that this story has so far been written wonderfully. If there wasn't a plot or designated outcome, I sure as hell couldn't tell. But I know sometimes lack of "structure" puts a strain on the author just because of writer's block and other things like that.

I think from here, you can look at what you've written so far and ask yourself possible ways you can go next and sketch out and organize the rest of the story from this part (sometimes brainstorming concepts with someone else really makes the process easier and in some cases cleaner), and then go back to previous chapters and tweak certain things just so it' ll all wrap up nicely.

OR....

You can rewrite it (as you previously stated) and do things differently. The only problem that may arise with that, is since you are so far along in this story (40 chapters) the people that have previously subscribed to your story and have followed it this far may have trouble getting used to a new storyline and character adjustments.

But that's assuming there was a story line before (which it has seemed like), which you said there wasn't. So it's definitely a hard choice.

I think you should trust your gut and do what seems best to you. Everyone else will get over it :)

I'm here if you need a brainstorm session or a convo just to sketch out storylines by the way.

Ivarry shipper for life lolol