Flipped - (Harry Styles)

Veronica from Target

        I woke up early on Monday morning, ready for a walk. To my surprise, it was pouring down rain outside. No walk for me today, I guess.

       I walked into my bathroom, and saw that my forehead had a huge bruise on it from where that Harry guy hit me with his frisbee. Great, I guess I would just have to go to work like this, since attempting to put makeup on it hurt even worse. I put on my work clothes; khaki pants and a red polo shirt. Working at Target was actually a really nice job. You get a discount, and they have a nice snack area where I can have lunch at.

        Walking through the doors, you can tell that it's almost back-to-school season. There were many sections dedicated to school supplies, and I was the one who had to restock and straighten them all. For the most part, the supplies were not messed up at all. I liked to organize, and it sort of gave me a feeling of being calm. Suddenly, I heard someone yell my name. 

        "Vee!" my co-worker, Zayn, yelled. "What happened to your face?" he asked, worry in his eyes. Zayn was sort of like a big brother to me. He was a few years older, and he was the first person I ever talked to when I got hired. We looked out for eachother. 

        "I got hit with a frisbee." I laughed. 

        "It looks pretty bad." he spoke in a serious tone. He looked at it carefully, and then decided that it was just a minor bruise. "You'll be all right." he giggled.

        "Thanks. So, how does my section look? I'm extremely proud of myself." I asked, showing off my neatly done display that resembled the Eiffel Tower. "Took me forever!"

        "That looks great. By the way, I drew on the Sharpie display with the used Sharpies. You should check it out when it's time for lunch." he smiled. Zayn was a great artist, and he loved any chance he could get to liven things up a bit at work with his drawings. "Oh, by the way, did Louis decide to take my shift for Friday?" he asked.

        "I think so. You might have to double check with him. I didn't get to talk to him much yesterday since I was on register and he was in men's clothing." I explained.

        "Oh, okay. Thanks anyways though. I'll see ya at lunch?" He asked.

        "Of course!" I said as we both went back to our assigned areas. 

        I was peacefully rearranging notebooks in the Fivestar aisle, when I heard a loud noise coming towards me. It sounded like a cart, but a very heavy cart with messed up wheels.

        "You can't ride that in the store! Come back here!" I heard Zayn yell. I looked around the corner to see a guy riding a skateboard, heading straight for my display. I tried to get out of the way, but it was too late. I felt a thud and then I felt my hard work tumbling down all over me.

       "Oops, sorry 'bout that." A familiar voice said. I looked up to see the guy named Harry that had hit me with a frisbee only a couple of days ago. 

        "You messed up my display!" was all I could manage to say. I felt anger, and I felt pain in my lower bottom. Zayn moved Harry out of the way, and asked if I was okay. "I'm fine Zayn, really." I said as I tried to get off the ground by myself. 

        "I'll go get the manager so he can kick this guy out." Zayn said as he walked walked away, not giving me a second to protest and say it was fine.

     "Well, well, well, Veronica, isn't it?" Harry asked. I nodded. "Well it seems like we just keep meeting eachother in some pretty crazy situations, huh?" He laughed.

        "I think you need to be a bit more careful." I said angrily.

        "Why would I do that? If I was more careful, then there would be no room for adventure. How fun would that be?" 

        "How did you even manage to get a skateboard into the store?" I asked.

        "Oh, this? This isn't mine. I was just testing it out. Broke my board in half yesterday on a rail. It was my favorite one, too. I guess it doesn't matter though, since all my boards are broken." He smirked.

        "Once again, you aren't being careful enough."

        "Boards can be replaced. You know what can't? An experience." 

        "Okay, there's the guy. Get him out of here." Zayn said to the store security guard. 

        Harry put his hands up and said, "I was just going, don't worry. I can let myself out." he looked at the security guard with a smile, "Thanks...uh.... S. Millins. Keep doing your job, bud." He said, walking out the doors of the store. 

        "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need ice? Anything?" Zayn asked again. 

        "Zayn, I'm fine. Harry didn't run into me that hard." I said, trying to calm him down.

        "Harry? You mean you know that dude?"

        "Uh...yeah." I said, pointing towards the bruise on my forehead. 

        "Seriously? He hit you with the frisbee, and then knocks you to the ground? What an ass hole." Zayn says.

        "Yeah, I know. He didn't even ask if I was okay this time." 

        "Well, just make sure you stay clear of that boy if you see him again." Zayn warned. "I can't have you keep getting hurt." 

        I laughed, then went back to work. I started all over again on my tower of notebooks. I tried to stop myself, but I just couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to have another crazy moment with that Harry guy. He may be a jerk, but he sure was cute.

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