Flipped - (Harry Styles)

Frisbees and Bird Tattoos

A walk in the park was how I started every single day during summer break. I was about to turn 18 in a month, and then in two months it was going to be my senior year. It seems like life flew right by me, and all I had to show for it was a few trophies that I had won when I was in elementry school for the spelling bees. I had friends; actually, I had one very best friend, and other friends that I only talked to during the school year. I think the one thing I was missing out in my life was adventure. 

One day, during one of my walks, I met the boy who showed me what 'adventure' meant, and eactly what my life was missing.

It all started with the song 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None the Richer, and a frisbee. 

While on my walk, 'Kiss Me' had come on shuffle, and I wasn't paying attention, since it was my favorite song. I was caught up in the lyrics, when suddenly I felt something hit me in the head. It had hit me so hard that I had stumbled and fallen down. I pulled my headphones out of my ear and picked up the frisbee. I was angry and my head hurt really bad. 

"Oh shit...you okay?" I heard a guy's voice say.

"Yeah, watch where you throw that thing next time!" I said, throwing the frisbee at his chest, not looking up. 

"Look, I'm really sorry...truly I am. How can I make it up to you?" He asked. He had an accent, a British one.

"You can start by going back to your game." I started to walk away, walking towards a drink stand to get ice.

"Here, let me go get you some ice. Please?" He asked, and I looked up. I looked at the most beautiful light green eyes and a gray beanie that covered over a mess of curly hair.

Suddenly, I had forgotten how to speak.

"Well?" He asked a again. "God, I must've hit you hard, it's like you don't know how to talk."

"I do know how to talk, thank you very much, and sure, go get me some ice." I said, laying down on a the nearest bench. 

A minute later, he came back with a bag of ice and a water. He put it on the red spot that had now formed on my forehead. "Does this feel any better?" I nodded, and grabbed the ice so he wouldn't have to hold it. 

"I'm Harry." He stuck out his hand.

"Veronica." I shook his hand. 

"Nice name."

"Nice accent."

He lauged at that. His laugh was wonderful; it was like a little child, almost.

"You have a great laugh." I blurted out and immediately wished I hadn't. 

"Haha, thanks." He smiled. 

I tried to look away from his tattoos that were peaking out the top of his shirt, but I couldn't.

"Oh, these are my birds." He laughed.

"What are they for?" I asked.

"They're for me to know."

"And for me to find out?" 

"Nope." He laughed and grabbed his skateboard, which was sitting against a tree. "Never." He said as he rode out of my sight.