- What a beautiful afternoon! – I said to Lauren, my friend since I can remember. I don't know how she's still friends with me, everybody seems to eventually leave. Oh, forgot to tell the typical life story at the beginning. There's nothing much to say about me, I'm not an amusing person.. At all. Anyway, I'm Mel, as everyone calls me. Apart from my parents, of course, who even do it worse. I mean, who calls a 17 year-old "pumpkin"? I live in the "cool" part of London, as people say since I live in Notting Hill. I mean, it's a great place to live if you like to go 'round town and do lots of photography.

- Wanna go 'round the skaters' park? – Lauren asked, knowing I'd just give her a typical response.

- Yeah, whatever.

- Mel I swear you're always in such a bad mood!

Well that's quite bollocks because when I'm listening to music, at a gig or doing some art and photography I can always put a smile on my face. That's the "nice" face of me. Little do people know I'm a wrecked mess. I don't spend a say without cutting myself. I hate everyone. I hate myself. Everything around me is so fucked up. I can barely even pretend I'm ok. I'm so done with all of this. But nobody knows. Nobody cares.

- Oh really… Say it ain't so.

- You're so fucking impossible to deal with. – That was the last thing she said before leaving. What an annoying little cunt I mean she was supposed to be used to my attitude by now. Whatever I don't need her. Or anybody else.

As I was making my way to the skaters' park I decided to listen to some music. Oh good sweet music.

I wasn't even paying any attention to what was happening around me, when all of a sudden…

- Fuck! You absolute twat!

Those were the words that came out of my mouth when it all came down to me. A skateboarder came against me and just threw me to the ground. Freaking brilliant, just to make my day even worse.

- Sorry I wasn't focused on where I was going. – Well that makes two of us doesn't it? Stupid.

- Well obviously since you almost ran me over!

- Let me help you up. Are you hurt?

Oh my actual fuck. Was he an angel? Because he pretty much looked like one. Wow. Just wow. Curly brown hair, beautiful green eyes, tall, just perfect.

- Thanks… - I said with my sweetest voice so I wouldn't look so tough on him.

- You scratched your leg… You should go check on that. I'll go with you.

- It's nothing, I'm ok.

Lies. It hurt like hell. If he carries me to the emergencies I might faint though.

- No I insist, at least you have to put some ice on that. Come over to my place, it's quite near here.

Wow hold on cowboy! Go to his house? Definitely not. He's probably thinking I'll shag him. Well a part of me wouldn't mind. What am I doing? I met him like 5 minutes ago, forget about that. I can't have feelings for him, I just can't.

- I'm okay, I really am. – I said.

- Oh, I'm Harry by the way. – He winked at me. And that smile… Is he trying to flirt with me? No, of course not, I'm hideous, he probably just feels bad for hurting my knee.

- Erm… I'm Mel.

- Really? Nice name! Quite unusual I must say.

- Well thank you Einstein.

- Hahaha yeah… - He started looking really nervous, don't quite know why. Probably shouldn't have been so rude to him.

- So yeah, I guess I'm going now… Bye Harry!

- Wait!

Ok what did he want now?

- Come grab a coffee with me, please? I feel bad for hurting you. Let me just do that, it's on me.

I didn't quite know what to answer. Does he really feel bad or is he trying to be friends with me? I didn't know what to think, so I took the shot.

- I'd love to, Harry.