Niall's POV:
Is that Delilah? What is she doing here? Who's that woman she's drawing?
I decided to go and talk to her, but wait, she'll think that I followed her till here, that I am some kind of stalker or something, I'll be a creep, but I don't care.
"Hey." I said approaching her small figure sitting on a wooden bench.
She looked up at me and her eyes widened then went back to normal. Her face was tear stained ,you could tell.
"Hi." She said in a very small and hoarse tone.
Wait, she talked to me, she said hi, right now I'm fighting the urge to do my victory dance ,just for her not to think that I'm insane or something.
"Your drawing is so beautiful." I said.
Strike!! That's a good way to start the conversation Horan.
Her lips mouthed the words 'Thank you.' with no voice coming out, a weak smile plastered on her pink lips, then she went back to painting.
Well I guess it didn't work, try something else.
"I'm Niall." I said stretching my hand out for her to shake.
I expected her to punch me or shoot my hand away but she didn't.
Right now my inner thought are shouting how much of a guilt I should feel because I thought like this, judged her like everybody else did. I pushed those thoughts in the back of head and turned to look at the beautiful girl sitting beside me.
"Delilah." She said slowly reaching for my bigger hand and shaking it with her relatively small one.
"I haven't seen you around before." She said focusing on her drawing.
She definitely isn't a freak nor mute.
"Yea, I just moved out from Ireland." I said gazing over at her flawless face.
Such a beauty!!
"Well that explains." She said in her small angel-like voice with a half sided smile forming on her perfect lips.
"Explains what?" I said utterly confused.
"Your accent, it's thicker than those of the people living here." She said smiling finally turning her full attention to me. Her sparkling eyes pierced through mine.
I just laughed and decided to go on with this conversation.
"And yours is lighter, a bit of american in it!!" I said smirking a little.
"Yeah, I moved from the states two years ago." She said her face dropped a little as water breamed at the corner of her eyes but she covers it quickly with a small warm smile.
"How is Ireland? I've never been there." She asks after a moment of a little peaceful silence.
"It's beautiful." I said.
'But you're more beautiful.' I thought as I was about to mouth those words but backed up, she'd be freaked out.
"So why did you move from there?" She asked. She was stuttering a little but a small smile always on her face as her angelic voice echoed in my head.
"Well, mom died few months ago and dad suggested that I move to here since I've been living here my childhood time." I explained, her hands left the drawing tools gesturing that she's listening.
"I'm sorry." She said her quiet voice held some sympathy and a lot of kindness.
"For what?" I said raising my eyebrows.
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Demons. /n.h/ (editing)
Romance❝Once a demon gets a taste of this world, it can't help but want more.❞ Tell them? Tell them not? She was hesitant, looking back and forth between their innocent eyes as they sparkle waiting for her to tell them her story. Deep breathes were taken a...
