I sat there. Unnoticed. Not even the pigeons that sung by acknowledged me. The streets of London were full of bustling people, eager to start their days. They had no time nor want to notice someone like me sitting on the street. I curled into a ball with my arms around my knees, protecting myself. That's all I had now. Myself.

I think back to the time when I had everything a girl could ever want. A family that cared,

Delicious foods on my plate every night and different varieties of clothes to wear daily. Someone might ask, what happened?

I hadn't meant a thing I did that night. The regret filled me with more chill, something that didn't help the already freezing ally I had seated myself in currently. I didn't think I could handle being caught by the police. They would just take me back. Back to them.

I would do anything, anything at all but never would I go back to the people who called themselves my parents.

My parents are dead, she thought sourly. She huddled closer into the corner. In the distance, footsteps could be heard. They didn't sound like they belonged to one person though. The voices of men, laughing, caught her attention and she tried desperately to disappear into the wall. The voices came closer and closer, to the point where she thought they would surely spot her. She watched, with her eyes squinted as the group of men, who looked to be 30 years of age for sure, stopped. In most of their hand were almost empty cans of beer.

"Look, what do we have here?" slurred a man as he stepped fully into the ally. The men behind him eagerly stepped up, trying to figure out what he was getting at. He came closer and closer. The first time she wishes to go unnoticed, the silent prayer went unanswered.

"It's a girl" remarked one, the smile in his voice very apparent.

"A pretty little thing too" smirked another. They came in a circle around her, and she though surely her back would break, the unnatural way it was pressed right against the wall behind her. She didn't think she could find her voice so screaming for at the bottom of the list for her. Being as attentive to her surrounding as she is, she was the only one who noticed another figure at the end of the ally. It was a dark figure, tall and lean. She whimpered, the only thing she was capable of doing.

"c'mon now, don't be scared" suddenly there was a hand in front of my face, covered in grime and greases. I flinched back and took another glance at the figure still standing there. It looked as if they were waiting for the right time. It must have been that time because whoever it was finally spoke up.

" Get your dirty hand off her" his voice was like honey and velvet, but so cold at the same time. Some of the men backed up with their arms raised, as if to signal they didn't want to get into anything.

3 of the men stood in their spot. One of them squinted his eyes and a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

" What you gonna do little kid? Call your mommy?" he teased. The figure, or guy I should say, visibly stiffened.

" Deal with someone your own size you mutt " he sneered. Who was this man? And why was he looking out for me? Most people would normally just walk by, no wanting to start anything.

The blare of the sirens came unexpectedly and all of them fled. All of them except for my hero. He stepped closer to me and I still cowered back. He put his hands up as if to say he wouldn't hurt me. He was definitely around my age, with brown hair and grey eyes. He cautiously offered his hand to me and after thinking about it, I accepted the help and heaved myself off the garbage covered floor.

" I know this isn't usually how you meet people but HI, I'm Louis." He held out his hand again, but this time, for me to shake. I looked at his hand and then back to his face. I hesitantly shook his hand.

" I'm Delilah." I murmur. I fear if I spoke any louder that they would come after me again, the men that were here just moments ago. He smiled, and held my hand longer than I thought was necessary. After he noticed that I was staring at our linked hand he quickly recovered himself and reeled his hand back to himself.

" What are you doing here Delilah if I may ask?" he looked unsure, as if I would break at any second now. I shook my head and bent my knees to sink back onto the floor.

" Oh no you don't" he quickly realized what I was doing and grabbed my waist and held me up.

" you're coming with me." He said. I freaked out. I started screaming like a mad women and trashing in his arms. A few tears fell too and he instantly realized what he had said and let me go.

" NO, I'm so sorry. That's not what I meant. I promise I won't hurt you." His eyes looked so pleading and even a little hurt. I don't know why and I don't know if it was a good thing but I trusted him. I wondered idly if I would regret this too later on but then thought against it. I stopped screaming and burst into tears. The first time I cried since the day my parents died. He held me up and this time, I gladly accepted his comfort. He wound his arms back around my waist and gave me a hug, I buried my nose into his shoulder and cried my eyes out. If he hadn't been here today, I don't know what would have happened. He walked me out of the ally but I had no idea where I was after that. Blinded by my tears and deaf from my sobs, for the first time I paid no attention to what was going on around me and just spilled my emotions. Somewhere between the crying my eyes out phrase and the sniffs, I fell asleep in his arms.