One, Two, Three

1.

It was 1:30AM on a freezing December morning when she cried her heart out. The harsh winds had now been whipping at her for several consecutive hours. She didn't seem to mind. She was too busy thinking about the sorrows her eyes and heart had seen and felt.

"Would you like a cupcake?" A low voice rumbled from a metre or so away.
Her sad blue eyes were met with equally sad green ones when she looked up. A black trench coat clung onto the young boys shoulders and black jeans adorned his slim, long legs.

She shook her head as the boy sat next to her on the park bench. "Are you sure? Because when I'm sad cupcakes usually cheer me up." He smiled.
"Why do you have cupcakes, its 1:30AM?" The young girl asked.
"Well, I was locking up shop a couple hours ago and I saw you and just thought you might need some cheering up so I went back into the shop and baked them." He answered, truthfully.
"That's nice." She sobbed.

The young boy, whose name she hadn't got, pulled her close to him and lightly stroked her hair. Although she wasn't expecting it, she hugged back.

"I'm Harry."
"Delilah" she said in between sobs.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked sincerely.
She nodded into his chest.

She sat up and began explaining why she was sat on a park bench at 1:30AM on a cold December night eating cupcakes with a stranger. She explained how she walked in on her boyfriend cheating on her just a mere four hours ago and how she couldn't sleep at night and how she wanted it to end.

Harry listened and then told her how he was broken and how his family disowned him when he turned 18 because he had dreams he wanted to follow and how he's never had his first kiss and how he had a weird obsession with peter pan and how when he turned 12 he was suspended from school for a week because he threw a tantrum and punched a teacher and he told her why he felt alone in a world of 7 billion human beings.

"I know it's hard," he placed his hand on hers," but you must understand you were put here for a reason." He bit his cupcake," you are important," he licked his lips," you are beautiful," delilah now found herself moving closer to him," you are loved." Harry had barely just finished his sentence when his lips were met with the softness of Delilah's.

It was a mere five second peck but meant the world to Delilah and Harry just the same.

She pulled away and looked at the cupcake box.
"You baked three?" She questioned.
He hummed in response.
"Why?"
"I have no idea." He laugh loudly.

She smiled when he laughed because it made her feel fuzzy inside. Although the two teenagers had jut met, there was a undeniable connection between the two.

The thing Delilah noticed the most about harry were his twinkling green eyes that lit up while he listened to her. And how he would look into her eyes and appear as if he was trying to decode the broken girl in front of him. The way every 3 minutes he would ruffle his hair and brush it back with his hand to put in exactly the same position as before and one more than one occasion Delilah saw herself laughing at this and getting a confused look from harry.

The thing Harry noticed most about Delilah was how every time she spoke a little dimple would appear on her chin. Or how her blonde hair would fall perfectly down her shoulder and sway in the wind. Or how she sat cross legged but instead of having right leg on left she would have left on right. Or how her hands moved when she was speaking about something. Or how when she spoke about something sad her eyes would fall to the ground but when speaking her happy thoughts she looked up at the sky.

They were both broken people, and they knew it. But in the brief 45 minutes they had gotten to know each other they had fixed little parts. Pulled each other together piece by piece and although they could both see the cracks they could also see themselves in the process, which was something neither of them could do for a while.