Colors//H.S

"Nothing bad comes from a little adventure, dear"

"Be uniquely you. Stand out. Shine. Be colorful. The world needs your prismatic soul!" ~Amy Leigh Mercree

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When I was 15, I got my first job.

I saved up my money and got my very first painting set. It was cheap one from walmart, but it was the best thing I had ever owned.

When I was 16, I sold my first painting.

It was a simple piece. The waves of the ocean and a pretty sunset on the horizon. I sold it for about 50 dollars.

I saved up my money and when it came for me to finally turn 18, I was on my way to Oregon. I stayed there for a while, sold more paintings and got a new job. Saving up for my next trip to Los Angeles.

I finally made it to LA. Selling more paintings and getting my own place. My life was finally starting. All those times I wanted to give up, but didn't.

Because somewhere deep down, I knew I was going to be okay. I knew my life was going to turn out way better than I originally thought.

When I was 24, I landed my first ever live painting gig.

And that's when my whole life changed forever.

The moment I heard his deep, raspy accent I knew I was a goner.

I didn't want to believe that Harry was going to be in my life one way or another.

I thought I didn't want him to be. But oh how wrong I was.

The day I excepted the job, was the day I set myself up to meet my soulmate without even knowing.

It's funny to think that I almost siked out. Thinking I wasn't good enough or that they wouldn't like my work.

But if it wasn't for the lady at the coffee shop a block away from my apartment, I would still be a lonely, fragile girl who hides away in her art.

*Play Bonfire hearts by James Blunt*

/flash back/

"Hello, is this Oakley Joan Adams?" The lady on the phone asks me.

I'm sat in a little cafe, my coffee held in my hands with a sketch book sitting open on the table.

"This is she" I reply.

"Oh good. We saw some of you're work on some business windows and we were really interested. My fiancé and I would love if you could paint our wedding in a couple months? I will send you the details if you accept."

I choke on nothing but air, holding the phone away hoping they didn't hear.

They want me to paint for their wedding? That's pretty special.

I can't do that I'm no good.

The waitress comes up to me after my coughing fit dies down, patting her hand on my back with a worried look.

"Are you alright dear?" She asks softly, noticing I'm on the phone.

I nod, hoping she'll leave me to die in peace.

"That's a lovely sketch" She then says, glancing at my book.

I smile at her, and quickly realize i'm still on the phone.

"Are you still there?" They ask.

"Oh! Yes sorry, i'm still here. Just thinking" I partly lie.