his plucked flower

Chapter 1: Aconite

Just a few tables over, she sat, a book perched on her legs as she bent over scribbling words on her black leather covered notebook. Her attire, just as always, a floral dress. Her hair, the same dark brown color and her eyes shining in innocence and a bright bluish-purple color. The sight of her taking his breath away, like it aways did. A tear almost slipping at just the sight of her. All he had for years were pictures and imagination, now he had all of her. She was his even if he didn't deserve her.

He rubbed his clammy hands against his jean covered legs, ridding himself of their moister, and took long strides towards her. His mind not working straight as he inches closer and closer. Once he stood in front of her oak wood table her eyes swung up connecting with his hazel ones. A light friendly smile etching itself on her soft petal lips. Just the sight of that smile making his heart stop and start over again, this time beating for her and her every desire.

"Hi," his rugged voice spoke, filling the air between them. Her smile widen at his voice and tense structure.

"Hello." She closed the book, squeezing her broken pencil in her hands as her anxiety started, like it always did with guys and basically anything.

"Uh." His heart skipping beats as his mind tries to conjure up a conversation. "Mind if I sit?" He almost slapped himself for being so awkward and nervous. He never was like this.

"O-okay," she spoke softly. Her heart almost beating out of her chest from the anxiety that is slowly taking over her body. She felt sick to her stomach in nerves. His incredibly attractive figure not helping one bit.

He slide in the seat across from her, gaining the attention of the bored employees. This wasn't new when he'd begin talking to a girl in the café but they never saw him so nervous to talk to a girl before, especially not one so tiny and obviously harmless.

"What's y-your name?" She bit her lip cutely, as her eyebrows scrunched up in question.

Shock rang through his body. How could she forget him? The man who made her cry so often? The one who turned everyone against her. He took in a shaky breath as his conscious lightly scolded him.

"Uh." He looked around, his whole being drenched in fear as he tried to come up with a response that wouldn't make her hate him. "Dan. My name is Dan."

He teeth bit so hard on his lip that he questioned if it were bleeding. His mind reeling towards her suddenly lashing out and running away from him. He clenches his hand into a nervous fist ready for a hell of yelling and screaming. His eyes clenches for a moment, looking like he was in pain but at that moment her eyes were flickering all over the place in hopes of calming herself down.

It wasn't because of his unbelievably good looks, that made her so nervous, it was because he was probably the second person she talked to in over three years. The only person she truly talked to was the sweet lady from the speech therapy she took. She didn't even talk to the waitresses only pointing at her order, much like he does.

"I'm Lillian." She smiled though her heart was rumbling.

"Such a beautiful name," he breathes out. The name slip past her lips making his heart go back to beating rapidly still to shocked to truly comprehend his little beauty was here in front of him.

She madly blushed at how effected he seemed. The heat from her cheeks making a pink hue take over and fill the apples of her cheeks. He almost cooed in adoration at her cuteness. She lightly giggled making him gulp in nerves. The Adam's apple in his throats bobbing awkwardly.

"So cute," he heard himself say, so quietly she didn't hear him.

"Here's your order mam. That'll be 5.50." a waitress came bringing them out of their little bubble.

She place the hot chocolate and muffin down on the table, giving the shy girl an encouraging smile. Axel lightly smiled at how much Lillian loved her chocolate, she always has. She scrambles to her purse, the new person scaring her as her little heart beats uncontrollably. Taking out the exact pay from her purse she sits up straighter.

"Oh no, I'll pay." Axel snaps out of his trance, he pulls out his wallet.

She shook her head not wanting to speak with the unknown person beside her. She didn't understand why she was comfortable with Dan(Axel) but she was glad she had someone in this town that she could talk to.

Just as her small hand reached out Axel placed his on hers and used his other hand to bring out the exact pay. She was surprised by the sudden touch as she stared at it. Axel paid the lady and she walked off without another word.

Axel chuckled, watching his sweet girl staring at his hand like its a unicorn. He left it there for a bit waiting for her next move. He was truly amused. She yelped and retreated her arm by her side feeling awfully skittish. He chuckled once again only making her cheeks burn brighter.

"I need to go b-back to the hotel. It's already m-midnight." Her stuttering making her cringe and mentally scold herself for not being normal but all he saw was love and warmth and the sound of her voice like a lullaby to him.

"I'll walk you there." He got up and watched her put her coat on and hurriedly dig her notebook and broken pencil into her purse.

With his hand on her back, he lead her down the streets of New York. They talked in a heap of giggles and nerves until they reached the hotel where they exchanged numbers and arranged for him to come back and hangout somewhere together.

A/N

What'd you think?

Do you think it's too long or too short?

What do you think about Lillian's personality?

What do you think about Axel or should I say Dan?

Ps. Always remember Axel and Dan are one. It's vital.