Only You

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬.

Sunshine.

Rainbows.

Happiness in general.

She was an angel.

Happiness is a hard thing to come across. But for Delilah it was something she prided herself on always being. Or at least always trying to be. It had been a lot harder for her recently.

Though it was hard for her to be happy but she had a idea in her mind that if she held onto this false narrative that she was always happy then one day, hopefully, it would come to her much easier.

Even in Juvie she kept the façade, even whilst she was in court get sentenced, even when she was all alone when she got out of juvie, even when people at her new school found who she was.

But there was one person, A person who didn't know much about her, but he did seem to know that it was all just that. A façade. Fake.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯.

He was the devil. He knew he was.

Being the head of the Russian mafia was not a role where you could just go around being friends with anyone and everyone. You couldn't be happy, be sad, be annoyed.

So he was anything.

It was rare to get an emotion out of him.

So not only was he shocked when someone did. But so was the people around him. The 2 boys he liked to think of his best friends. The teachers. His parents.

He barely even knew her and she was breaking down his walls making him do things that to him were unimaginable.

And he could see past the wall she had built herself. Clearly a wall that had been years in the making. A wall that he was instant on breaking down.

But he didn't know what to do when she shut off, when she didn't want him. And he definitely didn't know what to do when she was being emotional.

But he couldn't let her go, just let her walk away to some other guy? no. he was far to obsessed to let that happen.

He knew she had been Juvie but he also knew that despite that she was still the most innocent sweetest soul he'd even met.

He was the devil