Perfectly Broken

Angel

'If the heavens ever did speak, he's the last true mouthpiece.'

A/N enjoy :)

Noah Banks was laughing. Head
thrown back, pure joy sparkling in his green eyes. His friends were laughing too, but Sam could easily differentiate the laughs - Noah's sung out like birds singing and church bells chiming on a lazy summer evening.

Sam felt his heart rate quicken as Noah sent him a smile. He didn't know how long he had felt this way about Noah: in fact, at that moment, Sam knew nothing except Noah's smile. How could a smile be so perfect, how could he be that perfect?

He had witnessed plenty of Noah's good deeds: how he had  helped countless people through depression and anxiety - how he had helped Sam.

Sam still remembers that cold November evening, long after school had ended. He remembers how he had collapsed in a small alleyway, overcome with grief. How his whole body racked with sobs until he couldn't breathe.

He remembered how Noah had found Sam, his body curled in a heap of desperation. How Noah had hugged him, held him so close Sam could hear his kind heart beating. How Noah had gently coaxed out Sam's pains and heartache and soothed them with his soft voice and warm hugs.

Sam remembered how Noah had constantly checked up on him over the next few weeks and made him welcome at his table during lunch.

Sam smiled softly at his memories and watched as Noah wondered off to his next lesson, none the wiser of how Sam's mood dropped instantly as Noah left.

Sam knew he was not the only one who's heart raced every time Noah walked into a room. Not only was Noah the kindest, sweetest person on the planet, but his dark, curly hair and bright green eyes were enough to take anyone's breath away. Both girls and boys stared at him in awe wherever he went, a mix of admiration and jealousy.

Sam tore his eyes from where Noah had disappeared, sighed and made his way to his next class.

Before he could make his way to his next class, however, he walked straight into Greg Coopertown - AKA the devil reincarnated into a six foot three, stupid jerk.

Stupid as he was, Greg certainly wasn't lacking in strength. His hands balled into fists, and Sam felt a familiar sense of dread wash over him until he was drowning in his own fear.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sam closed his eyes. Breathe in, breathe out.

"I asked you a question, loser."

It was a simple jibe, somebody normal would have brushed off but Sam wasn't normal. He was fragile, cracks threatening to break through at the slightest upset.

Greg was right, he was a loser. He had no friends apart from Noah - and everyone was friends with Noah.

"Are you deaf or just plain stupid?"

His therapist had told him to try to think of positive thinks when his panic attacks took place. It was Noah who persuaded him to go to therapy in the first place. Sam pictured Noah's face in his mind and found himself instantly relaxing. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Oi! Are you even listening to me?!"

Sam's momentary relaxation transformed into sudden fear. He was skinny for his age and Greg could easily beat him up.

"What's going on?"

Sam must be dreaming, because he could have sworn he heard Noah's angelic voice. Sam turned around and came face to face with Noah.

His dark hair curled over his green eyes and freckles were scattered over his pale clear skin. His small, pink mouth that usually curved into a smile, wore a frown that looked so out of place on him that Sam was almost unsure whether it was in fact Noah that stood before him.

"I said, what's going on?" Noah's voice was calm, but Sam could detect his anger.

"Nothing." Greg murmured. Like absolutely everyone at school, Greg worshipped Noah. Greg gave Sam one last glare before slinking off to ruin someone else's day.

"You alright?"

Sam looked up at Noah and felt a red blush creeping on his cheeks. Noah's face displayed concern, his brows wrinkled as he faced Sam.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Sam couldn't help but stare at Noah as he smiles supportively, his eyes wrinkling at the corner. Sam noticed small flecks of gold in his green eyes. Eyes that shone like stars in Sam's dark world, giving warmth to Sam's coldest nights, hope in the darkest times.

"If anything happens, give me a shout, okay?" Sam nodded and Noah leans forward and pulled Sam into hug that he never wanted to end. He was thankful that Noah was a head taller than him so he couldn't see Sam's bright red face.

He could hear Noah's heartbeat against his chest; a steady, constant beat that relaxed Sam into the hug. He never wanted to let go - he'd rather cling on to Noah, all worries forgotten, for eternity.

Noah pulls back from the hug and instantly Sam missed the familiar scent of vanilla and Noah's strong arms around him. Noah ruffles Sam's hair, the affectionate action sending his heart into a frenzy and his pulse speeding dangerously high.

"See you around, then." Noah offers Sam another smile and it takes every bit of self discipline that he can muster not to press his lips against Noah's.

"Bye", Sam barely croaked out the word, his head still spinning at the mere sight of the beautiful angel stood before him.

And so Noah walked off into the distance leaving Sam with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.