I lifted my head up a little to see a very tall man with dark curly hair that was pushed to one side.
He had bright green eyes that seemed like they could also be blue. He was beautiful. He was tall and built. The man began pulling his fingers through his hair as he saw me sit up. He got closer to me.
"Umm I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. I -I tried slamming my brakes I just-just didn't have enough time to stop. I am so sorry."
He nervously studdered as he spoke in his sexy british accent. I was speechless this beautiful man with dark curly hair was apologizing for something that was my mistake.
"I think it was my fault. I couldn't see the light if it was mine or not so I went anyways. It was completely my fault. I'm a total klutz anyways and today's just not my lucky day."
I gave him a small smile.
"You didn't have any ID on you, what's your name?" He politely asked. "My name's Lindsey Sampson." As I looked at him with questioning eyes. "Oh excuse me that was rude of me-" he put his hand out to shake mine " I'm Harry Styles."
As we shook hands I realized he was staring down at my left leg. My entire leg was casted in neon pink casting. The tears began streaming down my face.
Harry had to turn away and give me a moment for me to regain myself. The tears just wouldn't stop coming.
It was the easiest thin to do in a time like this. I tried to say it's okay for Harry to turn around but my throat tightened up to the point where I couldn't speak. I looked down at my new broken leg. I brushed my fingers along the bright, hard casting that was upon my leg.
Thoughts of getting home and not being able to move or do anything on my own anymore brought me a step back from being calm and collected.
Then I began panicking because I knew that there was nobody to take care of me. My mom was gone and my dad was always gone at work, I basically took care of myself.
I took a deep breathe and regained myself because I knew that Harry was right there. I took a deep breathe. And a couple more after that.
"Harry you can turn around. I'm done being a baby about this. I'm sorry, that was childish of me. "I took a careful breath as Harry finally turned around. I got to see his beautiful green eyes again. His eyes made me forget about the world for a moment.
"Lindsey, what did you have with you before? You know-before hit you. With my car." When Harry spoke my entire body became numb and all I felt was butterflys in my stomach.
"All I had was my phone and my house keys." After he heard me say that he looked down at the floor. Nervously like something was wrong. "Lindsey, your phone is completely destroyed but your keys are alright."
As he handed me a scratched up version of my keychain consisting of my pink house key and a metal paper airplane hanged down lower than my key. I've had it forever.
My mom gave it to me before she left. I took the keys from his very large hand and brought them to my chest. Clutching onto them because its all I had of my mom besides a black v-neck shirt Miranda borrowed an never have back.
"Thanks." I said to Harry as a cheeky grin washed over his face as the light became dim as I passed out.
