All Of Your Flaws and All Of My Flaws

Chapter one

I sat down on the cold, damp cement block on a deserted road. It was indeed rainy outside, and here I was again spending a night homeless, with nothing. How did I end up like this? The question always tore at me.

It all started one night. There was a fire at my house, and it killed my family. I escaped, and ran away. Apparently no firefighters or police officers knew about me, because still here I am sitting on that same old damp cement block on that deserted road. My new home.

I been making a living by digging through trash cans, or robbing stores at night. I also occasionally beg for money from strangers. Although I feel bad doing these things, I know it's what's best for me at this place and time.

I mean, yeah. I do miss living in a warm comfy house with plush sofas and a warm mug of hot chocolate right at your lips when you wanted it, or a nice hot bath with bubbles in it waiting for you to sink yourself in and rejuvenate right when you got home from a hard day of school.

But most of all, I miss my old life. My friends, my family... Everything.

My name is Delilah Pompeii, and this is my story.

Chapter one

I woke up the next morning to see a man maybe about 25 years old sitting beside me. At night, I'd managed to find a wooden bench, luckily.

"You finally woke up!" He giggled

Yeah.. I was tired. Anyway, what are you doing here?" I Asked.

"Not much. I was just taking a nice stroll around and I came here. Why are you here alone?" He asked, "and why are your clothes so tattered?"

I could've sworn I recognized his voice...

"Long story...," I mumbled as a tear rolled down my cheek. "I'm homeless, my house burned down about 3 years ago... and...my family... They..." I tried to gasp for air as I choked from Crying so hard. Embarrassing! "Well you know... They moved on.. And I ran away and... No ones bothered to find me"

"That's so sad...i-I'm so sorry..." He trailed off as he hugged me. He smelled like cologne. I liked this hug.

"It's okay, I mean, it's not your problem.. Anyway, what's your name?"

"Dan, dan smith. Or Daniel. I prefer dan" he chuckled.

"You're not... Dan...smith..bastille....?" I replied faintly.

"Yes that would be me!" He giggled,

"what about you? What's your name?"

"OHMYGOD you're my favourite singer! I'm Delilah.. I'm 19"

"so.. Six years apart? That's not so bad." He chuckled as he put his warm hand over mine. I almost died.

"Wh-what do you mean by that do you...-" I trailed off.

"You're a beautiful girl, Delilah. You're really pretty. Stunning, actually." He said as he looked me in the eyes.

"And you're...handsome...attractive...adorable..." I said embarassed. His eyes and his hair were so...beautiful.

"So what do you say? Wanna join me to the coffee shop? And we could get to know each other more." He said.

"Heh, sure!" I blushed.

I was going to a coffe shop with...

DAN SMITH.