I stepped out of the coffee shop, finishing my iced mocha and dropping the empty cup in the trash bin next to me. After dropping my skateboard, I stepped onto it and was off down the roads of Holmes Chapel. As I skated, I caught sight of a figure in the distance, also on a skate board. We neared each other and I was able to take in the boy skating towards me. He was about my age, maybe a bit older with brilliant green eyes and chocolate brown curls. He pulled his gaze off of the road and met my eyes, a slight smile on his lips. As we skated past each other, he hit a pothole and flew off his skateboard. I stopped immediately, whirling around to see him sprawled on the ground, unmoving.
"Are you alright?" I called, running towards him and dropping to my knees. When he didn't move or respond, I whipped out my phone and dialed 911.
My eyes fluttered open to see a horrifically bright white room, blinding me. I sat up, causing my head to go spinning. Not willing to lay back down, I looked around, slightly confused. How had I gotten here? Why was I here? How come my head hurt so much? Seconds later, the door to the room opened and a doctor stepped in, followed by a beautiful girl, about my age. Confused, I trained my eyes on the girl there in front of me.
"Mr. Styles, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked.
"Dizzy. My head hurts." I replied, still not looking at the doctor.
"Very well, let us know if anything changes." He said, and left.
"Who are you?" I asked curiously, looking at the girl.
"I'm Lucy. I was there when you fell, and called 911." She explained.
"Oh. Well, thanks. I'm Harry." I said and stuck out my hand for her to shake. She did. Her hands were warm and soft, comforting.
"Well, I've gotta run. But, maybe you could text me?" She handed me her phone and I put in my number. Looking around, I spotted my phone on a table next to me. I handed it to her and she put in hers. When she gave it back, she had typed:
Agh I didn't have connection!! Finally got it back!!