soulmate au bc why not

this is so fucking cliché but do i care? no.

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Your POV

I tap my fingers against my knee, my eyes trained on my phone as I wait for the two minutes remaining until my 18th birthday.

I bite the nails of my right hand nervously, and then i see the clock turn another minute. I ignore all the messages, and then it happens.

I see the alarm ring and my hand covers my left wrist, too nervous to look at the name that was now surely on my wrist.

What if it was someone I knew?

Or even worse, what if it was someone i didn't?

I take a deep breath and slowly lift my hand. My eyes narrow in on the five small letters imprinted on my wrist.

holy shit.

My best friend Louis?

no, no, it must be a different Louis. It has to be a different Louis, I mean, he's had his tattoo for a few months now, and he would've told me, right?

I mean, we are best friends.

And... I've never thought of Louis as anything more than that.

I come back to reality to find my phone blowing up with "happy birthday"s and asking about what my soulmate's name was, but one name stood out in particular.

Care to take a guess who?

If you guessed Louis, you'd be correct.

I gently picked up my phone and replied to a few of my friends, avoiding the soulmate subject as a whole.

And then I got to Louis.

happy birthday darling!

you're eighteen now, oh

my goodness they grow

up so fast.

so... who's your soulmate?

if you don't want to tell me

that's totally fine

i mean, it's your choice

i don't want to force you

or anything

oh shit i'm spamming you

arent i?

i'm sorry i'll shut up now.

have a great day love!

I smile at the messages, my thumb subconsciously running over the print on my skin. Could it really be him?

thank you lou! and you're

older than me so stfu

um... i'd rather keep the

soulmate thing to myself

for now.

that's ok y/n, i'll be

ready when you want

to tell me.

Why is he so fucking sweet? My god.

Louis Partridge might be my soulmate.

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I tug on the sleeve of my sweater, the long fabric shielding the world from my tattoo.

As I walk down the halls, I make sure to keep it hidden from their sight. I open my locker and reach into grab my books when a familiar presence leans against the locker next to mine. "happy birthday." he says cheerily.

I close the door to see his lop sided smile and messy brown hair. "Hey." I say, looking over his features.

I always knew he was attractive, but woah.

"So..." He begins to talk about the rest of the day, and I give him a small smile and we begin to walk to our class together, and I can't help but notice the leather bracelet he's worn since his 18th birthday as a way to hide his tattoo from me.

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At lunch, Louis and I walk to our normal spot, a large tree looking over the field, which provides a great deal of shade so we usually hang out here, away from everyone.

I plop down on the grass, my eyes looking up at all the branches and leaves above my head.

"Y/n?" Louis says, sitting at the base of the tree as I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. "Is everything alright?" He asks softly, "You've been... kinda distant today."

I fall back on the grass and cover my face with my hands. "I'm just... a little... confused." I mumble, but it's muffled by the fabric of my sleeves.

I hear movement next to me and I lower my hands a bit to see Louis lying next to me. "Well, maybe if you talk to me, maybe I can help you?" He says hopefully, his eyes excited with a way to help me.

His hazel eyes stare into mine, waiting for me to continue.

Why am I getting butterflies? What the fuck?

I sit up quickly and Louis does the same. "So... I have a soulmate..." I start and cringe at myself. Was I really about to say this? This is stupid, I am going to make a fool of myself. Jesus Christ how would this amazing, talented boy be my soulmate?

He takes my hand carefully, touching the tip of my sleeve. "Can I?" He asks carefully when he sees the way I've frozen.

I nod slowly and he pushes back the fabric. I watch his hands because I can't stand to see his reaction as he looks at the letters. His hands brush over it, his light touches making the butterflies go crazy. "But- I mean, it has to be another Louis right? I mean- I mean- You're so perfect and amazing and there's no way that I could ever be enough for you, you know? I-I-"

"Y/n." He chuckles, squeezing my hand. He goes to his left wrist and unties the strap. My eyes widen and my heart race increases as I see the small name, my name, on his wrist.

"Tha-That's impossible. What?" I say in disbelief, my brain overloaded with information.

"Better believe it, darling." He says with a smirk.

I run a hand through my hair and look between him and his wrist. "What- Why- How? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU ASSHOLE?!?" I say, shoving his shoulder.

He laughs at my expression, taking my hands again. "I didn't, well I didn't want to overwhelm you or confuse you or anything, I wanted you to like me for me, and not for a stupid name on my wrist. Because, god, you have no idea how excited I was to see that it was you." He says with a lovesick smile, making me blush furiously, "I have liked you for so long now, but I didn't want to force you into anything." He confesses.

I shake my head, smiling profusely. "If I'm being totally honest, I think I've liked you for a long time as well, but I didn't really realize it until this." I say, motioning to his name.

He nods and looks back up at me. "So what now?" He asks quietly, inching closer to my face.

"Well, Partridge, I think we wait for what path life will take us down." I say my eyes staring into his.

"Us. I like us." He says before pressing his lips to mine lightly, the passion he gave nearly taking my breath away.

He pulls away after a few seconds, a goofy smile on his face, making me laugh to myself. "What are you laughing at, darling?" he says, starting to laugh along with me.

"You're just... perfect." I say, brushing a strand of hair that fell into his eyes. He grabs my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles and then to my wrist.

"You're more than perfect." He says, kissing me again.

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