Love is purple

Chapter 1

"I think that that was the longest school year of my life." I complain to Isabella my best friend/ roommate.

"Tell me about it. At least we are now officially seniors!!!" She screams and we high five. I pull out my keys and unlock the door to our apartment. Wait. Lemme introduce myself.

My name is Annabelle Turner. I am 17 and I live in New York about 40 minutes away from the city, with my best friend in the whole world Isabella (Bella for short.) We live in a really cute and cozy apartment. I'm not really anything to special, my hobby is singing and playing guitar. I'm not half bad at it. I absolutely love one direction and ed sheeran , and I work at an ice cream shop in the city. The only thing that really makes me stand out is my bright purple hair. But I'll explain that later...

"So watcha doing tonight?" Bella asks me while making a cup of coffee.

"I was gonna go to Central Park and street perform a bit. Wanna come?"

"Why not? Let's get changed and go!" Bella says excitedly, skipping off to her room. Bella is super tall with long, long pin strait bleach blonde hair down almost to her butt. She has light gray/ blue eyes and she is one of the most bubbly, funny people who you will ever meet.

I go into my room to get dressed. I settle for a pair of light studded high waisted jean shorts and a black bandeau that makes my hair really pop. I grab my guitar case and sling it over my shoulder. I throw on my vans and head out the door with Bella right behind me. The drive to NYC is short, with one direction blasting the whole way there.

"IF THIS ROOM WAS BURNIN I WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE CUZ YOU'VE BEEN TAKING UP MY MIND WITH YOUR LITTLE WHITE LIES" I scream with the windows rolled down. I earn Afew strange glares from outside... Oops

"Alright hun, outa the car," Bella said as we parked.

"Shall we?"

"We shall." I nod and head over for our usual spot. The park was pretty busy but I found my way over to the fountain and sit on the ground. I put an old fedora hat out in front of me and begin playing.

"Stay for the night if you want to, I can show you what my dreams are made of, as I'm dreaming of your face" I belt out the words to James dean and Audrey Hepburn by sleeping with sirens. I close my eyes while singing and strumming and when the song ends I open my eyes and find 7 dollars in my hat. Not to bad I guess... I let my bright purple hair fall out of its pony tail as I start to sing the next song. Give me love by ed sheeran. I strum along and sing my heart out for another hour or so. Bella had wandered off to go boy hunting or shopping or something, and a crowd had started to gather around me. This has only happened 2 or 3 times before and I find it rather exiting, kind of like a mini concert!!!

"Um hi, I'm Annabelle. I hope you like my music! If you do feel free to follow me on twitter. Um thank you" I say biting my lip before I start singing half a heart by one direction.

"Only half a blue sky..." I continue singing and some guy with a SnapBack and sunglasses dropped a little sheet of paper into my hat. I shake it off and kept going.

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"Ooh $96.32, THATS A NEW RECORD!!!" I scream counting the money out of my hat. Then a little note falls out. I recognize it as the paper that mysterious SnapBack boy dropped into the hat. It reads:

Dear purple hair beauty,

Call me maybe?

And the note has a number scrawled on the bottom with no signature.

"BELLA GET YOUR ASS IN HERE" I scream. Bella comes skipping in.

"You called?" She smiles

I hand her the note. Her eyes widen

"Well what are you waiting for!? PICK UP YOUR PHONE AND CALL HIM"

"But-"

"No buts." She says sternly handing me the phone.

"It's ringing" she says

"What-" I begin but I hear muffled sounds and then a husky voice says "hello?"

"Um hi." I say awkwardly

"Can I help you?" The voice mumbles,

"Uuh well you see um you left me a note on the street today and I was curious as to who you are. So I um called. I'm Annabelle."

Then, I hear the voice more clearly. It was a lovely accent. British accent.

"Hello! I'm so happy that you called! Your voice was amazing great taste in music too and your hair was the most brilliant shade or purple and-" he rambles on really fast.

"Whoaah.. Slow down there. May I ask you what your name is?" I ask playfully,

"Oh excuse me where are my manners! My name is Harry." He says in the cutest voice in the world. His accent gives me butterflies. But he wasn't done.

"My name is Harry. Harry Styles."