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TW// character death, mentions and descriptions of murder hate crime, and suicide
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On your 18th birthday and forever after, the chance to know who your soulmate is, is increased. When you look at or in rare cases, are near your special someone, a ring tattoos itself onto your ring finger. If one of you is 18 and the other younger, it takes time before you can truly call the other your soulmate. In the time between one birthday and the other, you're called assumed soulmates.
Once the ring is there, good luck removing it. Tattoo parlours aren't allowed to, not that they want to anyway. Getting another tattoo to cover it? Out of the question. Soulmate rings are sacred and by even having one, you're lucky. Not everyone gets to meet, be with and/or stay with their soulmate.
Hayley and Harry Styles, best friends of and with Louis Tomlinson. Twins, might I add. The trio is inseparable, it seems, they have been since Hayley punched the kid who was making fun of Louis' shoes when she was 5 and he was 7. On Louis' 18th birthday, both twins walk into his room and hope for the best, his soulmate ring. It happens but who will the other ring belong to? His girlfriend or his best friend?
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Louis Tomlinson's 18th birthday. The day everyone waits for in anticipation, hoping their soulmate will soon be known to them. Yet all Louis wants is to go back to bed, even if he never finds out if his girlfriend is truly his or not. He doesn't really care all that much, it's not like they'll break up if she isn't.
His mum made sure he was up and dressed, ready for the twins and the rest of his party guests because she knew he'd be like this.
"Knock, knock!"
'Urggggggggggh.' That's the best way to describe Louis' thought process right now.
"Happy Birthday, baaaabe."
The door opens and his two best friends waltz in, one of them being his leech- I mean girlfriend. He first makes eye contact with a shy-looking Harry, then with Hayley just before she wraps him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Ow!"
And thus, the saga begins my dear children.
"Awwww, sorry baby. I didn't mean to hurt you."
And here we have a direct quote from Louis Tomlinson's brain. 'Dear God, she's annoying.'
"Wasn't you, was my bloody finger, wasn't it? Christ that stings, ah."
"Your finger? As in, ring finger?" She asks.
"Yeah? Hurts like hell, got an ice pack?"
"OMG, BABE! BABE! BABE! WE'RE SOUUUULLMAAATES!"
"Wow, Cool. Ice pack?"
"Hey, Louis. Happy Birthday. " Harry finally spoke up.
"Hey, Hazza. Thanks, mate." That hurt Harry's heart a little.
"LOUUUIS!"
"Yeah, yeah, we're soulmates. I heard you the first time you broke my eardrum."
"Noooo, I wanna see it."
"In a sec, in a sec."
"Fine." She huffs, then storms out of the room.
"Hey, I'm happy for you both. It's about time for someone to tame her 'bitch phase'. I'm glad someone I know and trust gets to do it, yeah?"
"Um, I'm actually not sure that I'm ready to settle down at this stage of my life."
"That's fine, you've got the rest of your lives, right? Being soulies and all that."
"I mean, I guess so."
And the tears stream, down his face.
"S'cuse me, gonna go freshen up for the party. I'll be right back." Yeah... He lied. On both parts.
Harry ran out of the party crying that day, though no one saw the tears. They all wanted to know why he left, especially Louis. He refused to tell anyone and would always just shrug it off or change the subject. Other than that, things have been going smoother than my pick-up lines. Louis and Hayley seem happy being assumed soulies, Harry seems happy to continue 3rd wheeling and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING will change that.
Except maybe the Styles twin's upcoming 18th birthday.
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