AU prompt: Living in NY with her parents Emma (teenager what every year u want haha) finds a broken homeless Killian on the streets?

It has been a month now that I have moved to New York with my foster parents, and I finally finished unpacking. I have been living with them for 3 years now, and they were by far the nicest foster parents I ever had. Astrid was very sweet and kind, I instantly felt that she had this motherly vibe when I met her. Her husband Leroy was a little harder to grasp, he was always complaining about something and always had this big frown, which made him look mean. I didn't really like him at first; Astrid told me that he wasn't always like this. He used to be a very happy person but life hasn't been easy on him so he got a grumpy over the years. Has I got to know him, I realised that he wasn't mean or anything quite the opposite, he was loving and caring, he protected the things the he loved most which was Astrid, and I has come to notice lately, me. I wasn't used to feel this loved and I was always afraid that they would get tired of me and send me back. When Astrid and Leroy sat me down to talk a couple of months back to tell me that they had to move from Boston to New York because of Leroy's job, I was terrified that this was it. When they asked me if I wanted to come, I was in a state of shock, no one ever asked me what I wanted, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning and hug them in response.

We moved during the summer, so I had time to explore the city as I wished, before being obliged to attend school in a couple of weeks. I really liked New York, the architecture of some buildings was amazing, but I mostly like to hang around Central Park. I got into this habit to walk over there, sit on the grass or on a bench to read a book and listening to music. When school started, I established a new routine, I strolled over there after school and instead of reading a book, I did my homework.

One day after class, I decided to take a new path to get to my usual spot in the park. As I was walking on the sideway I could hear from afar, the sound of guitar strings being plucked and a strong yet soft voice singing along with the melody. Walking closer to the sound of the music, I got sight of the person who was responsible for it. It was a man in his early twenties, with dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and a light scruff with hints of ginger covering his cheeks and his strong jawline. He was sitting on the side of the sidewalk with his guitar on his lap, wearing a black V-neck shirt with chest hair peaking through it, a grey hoodie, a pair of blue jeans that were ripped so I could see his knees, and wearing a worn out pair of converse shoes. I hadn't realised that I stopped in front of him, I was too mesmerized by the sound of his voice and the lyrics of the song he was playing. I could hear the pain, the sadness and the loss that was taking over his singing. The man must have sensed her staring, because after a while he lifted his head and locked his gaze on mine. He had breathtaking cerulean eyes, which reflected the pain from his words. Suddenly, there was slight change to his stare; he had this glimmer as his eyes were still locked on mine. I wanted to look away but I couldn't even if wanted to, I was too entranced by his aura. As he was singing, there was this smirk that crept on his face and out of the blue, he winked at me. That pulled me out of this haze, and I could feel myself blush, and felt this tingling feeling deep down in my belly. Deciding that it was best if I took my leave now, I glanced shyly at him one last time, and left and I could feel his stare following me.

The next couple of weeks, I took that same path to the park after class, hoping to see him again.