Soulmates have always been tricky business, that much was clear to everyone in the world. Maybe it's because everyone was so beautiful that you secretly hoped each person you saw was your soulmate. Maybe it was because everyone was trying too hard to find that perfect person. Maybe it was that your soulmate was in the last place you ever expected. Or maybe it's that the only way to find your soulmate, is for you to be at least one step behind them. When you walk, you leave a trail of footprints behind you in black. Now, this isn't visible to anyone but your soulmate. Not even you yourself could see your own footprints, you just had to trust that they were there, everywhere you walked. They would stay for an hour, and then they would disappear, no trace, no marks, nothing. So if you were lucky enough to spot footprints, you had to run like hell and follow them before it was too late. Some people walked slow because of it, and it was a pain in the butt for people who had places to go. So, on every sidewalk there was a slow lane and a fast lane. People who wanted their soulmate to know where they were, and people who had other things to do. One morning you woke up to see that your alarm had gone off early. About two hours early actually. You took it as a sign to get a little more sleep before work and nodded off again. As you laid in bed you dreamt of falling in love and a handsome man sweeping you off your feet, and few other things that should require holy water and a confession after. However, you woke up when your phone buzzed, it was your boss letting you know that he needed you to stay an hour late at work today. As you checked the time you panicked and realized you had overslept and quickly got ready for work. You tousled your hair a little and stuck down the strays with a bit of hairspray and ran to put on your black pants and white shirt. You figured you would have time to do your makeup on the bus like always, so with that you slipped on your shoes and ran out the door. You ran towards the bus stop, dodging all the people in the slow lane who were too caught up in love to notice you barreling through the crowd. You swore up and down at the people who weren't paying attention to anything and pushed right past a guy so deep in thought that he was just staring at the floor. You quickly apologized and heard him yelling after you, but you didn't have time to fight with strangers. You made it to the bus right as it was about to pull away and heaved a breath of a relief when the driver let you on; you were going to be on time to work. As you sat down and looked through your bag you couldn't help but wonder how you were going to get home tonight. The bus you needed didn't run late enough since you were staying late at work, and your roommate was out of town so she couldn't give you a ride. You shrugged and looked out the window, tonight you'd just have to call an Uber. As Michael and Calum wandered the city, they couldn't help but walk in the slow lane. Each person seemed so far off and was dazed in a daydream, it was interesting to watch. However, Michael couldn't help but notice how Calum was beginning to act the same as the rest of the people. He sighed and stared off into the sky, his pace slowed down, and he seemed to forget where he was. After a few minutes of this, Michael nudged Calum and laughed, "you okay? You seem a little off." Calum gave a small smile and looked towards the ground with a small glimmer of hope that he would see footprints. A few minutes later Calum and Michael could hear someone swearing and shouting. "Move! You're in the fast lane could you get the fuck outta my way! Fuck you too, you little shit!" Not bothering to look up, Calum was shoved aside by the stranger and fell towards Michael. The stranger waved a hand in the air and shouted, "sorry I'm late for work!" Calum glanced at the floor once again, but this time, he saw black footprints. He watched for a second as you ran off into the distance, and he darted after you. He felt his chest heaving and his lungs burning, he couldn't understand how you were running so fast and so far ahead of him. He shouted after you, but you didn't turn back to look at him. He followed after your footprints down the block, but stopped when he reached a bus stop. The footprints ended there, and even if he took the next bus, he wouldn't know where your stop was, and your footprints would probably be gone by the time he got there in an hour. Michael jogged up to Calum and took a deep breath, "Jesus, what was that about!" "That was my soulmate." "Wait, what? Did you talk to them?" "I missed them," Calum said defeated. Michael slumped onto a bench and smiled, "she said she was going to work, so she'll come back this way tonight, right?" Calum smiled and sat next to him, "yeah, she has to take the bus home if she took it to work, I'll just wait here." And so they sat all night, until the last stop. And they watched all night, until the last stop, as the only people left on the bus shuffled back home. No footprints, no soulmate, no hope.
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Aw thanks! And now that you mention it, I’ll probably write part two sometime today or tomorrow!
Everyone knows the story, when you meet your soulmate and lock eyes, everything turns bright and colorful. Your entire life you dreamed of what things would be like when you met your soulmate. Would it be a rush of colors? Would it just be a slow fade into a beautiful shower of colors? What would your soulmate look like in color? What would you look like in color? Would blue really be as pretty as your friends said it was? Was there more to life besides the dull grays you saw everyday?
Everyone knows the story, when you meet your soulmate and lock eyes, everything turns bright and colorful. Your entire life you dreamed of what things would be like when you met your soulmate. Would it be a rush of colors? Would it just be a slow fade into a beautiful shower of colors? What would your soulmate look like in color? What would you look like in color? Would blue really be as pretty as your friends said it was? Was there more to life besides the dull grays you saw everyday?
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Throughout your life, you had been labelled as a fairly emotional child. Grants, this wasn’t entirely your fault. Everyone knew that when your soulmate got hurt you cried, but this applied to emotional pain as well as physical. There was always a way to distinguish physical pain from emotional pain. Emotional pain always gave you a weird tingly feelings at the tip of your nose. Physical pain always tingled exactly where they were hurting. Your low pain tolerance probably contributed to your already frequent crying. But it also hurt just as badly knowing that for some reason unknown to you, your soulmate often felt pain a few times a day, usually emotional.
When you were a child, you cried quite a bit. It was usually emotional. The problem with this was that as soon as you felt emotional pain from your soulmate, you’d start crying, and the longer you felt their pain, the longer you thought about what could be causing them pain. When you thought about what could be causing them pain, it pained you emotionally, making your soulmate cry. And then your soulmate thought about what pained you, and it turned into a cycle.The two of you could cry for hours on end. Then once one of you got a headache from crying, you’d finally stop. But because one of you had a headache, the other one would continue crying until the other person’s headache went away. Your longest crying spree ended up lasting six hours.
Once you grew older, you learned that nothing good came from having a crying cycle with your soulmate. You also learned that your soulmate either had very fragile fingers and hands, or they were hurting them just for the hell of it. Either way, it sucked for you. You would cry all the time, and there was no way to stop it, unless your soulmate stop feeling the pain. You tried holding the tears in at school, but it was no use. Sometimes you would find yourself sobbing over your lunch because you could feel the tip of your thumb tingling.
As you sat in class one afternoon, you looked over to the board, and your assignment was written in block letters "READ PAGES 247 - 268". You pulled the textbook out from under your desk and begin to flip through the pages. You quickly read everything and were just about to flip the last page, when you felt your finger sting. You looked down and saw that you had given yourself a paper cut. Thinking nothing of it, you returned to your reading. But out of the corner of your eye you saw the guy next to you, Ashton, get up. He was sniffling and was trying to hold back tears as he excused himself from class. you immediately excused yourself after him and followed him down the hall.
He slumped down against a wall that was designated "The Crying Corner," a place for students to wait until the tears subsided. You knew it was him, he was your soulmate, but you had to prove it. Without thinking it completely through, you slapped yourself across the face as hard as you could. Ashton immediately began sobbing and pressed his hand to his cheek. You approached him and he snapped at you, "What the hell, y/n! What was that for!?" You stood there stunned, "wait, you knew?" As your attention turned to your soulmate, the pain in your cheek went away, and Ashton's tears stopped.
He sighed, "Yeah, I've known since three months ago."
Your voice trembled, "But if you knew - why didn't you tell me?"
"Y/n, I don't have time for soulmates."
"What?"
Ashton shrugged and continued, "I want to be a musician, and I have my family to take care of, I still need to finish school, and there's no time to be with you."
"But we're soulmates.”
You didn't want to believe this was happening, you couldn't. "Y/n, What are soulmates? Two people who are destined to be together forever, right? But that's insane! Nobody can do that!" You felt tears form in your eyes, " You're lying." Ashton scoffed and turned away from you.
You shouted at him, "This is hurting you as much as it's hurting me, Ashton! I'm your soulmate, I know you're in pain! I know how much emotional pain you've been through, and I don't expect you to drop everything in your life so you can be with me. But - I just want you to trust me, I want you to succeed and have a happy family and follow your dreams!"
Ashton turned towards you with tears streaming down his face, "Really?"
You slumped down next to him and wiped away his tears, "Really. Ashton, I'm your soulmate, I care about you, and nothing would make me happier, than to see you happy."
Soulmates worked in a pretty messed up way. It made it obvious to everyone, except yourself. On your first birthday you would wake up with your soulmate’s name tattooed on your forehead, and everyone could see it but you. Nobody could tell you what it said, you just had to find your soulmate on your own. People who tried to tell you what it said ended up just sounding like a bunch of screeching and static. Your soulmate’s name was basically censored if someone tried to tell you it. It was frustrating though, knowing that your soulmate’s name was just plastered on your face for everyone to see. It was bound to stay that way until you met them, once you finally had, it would disappear for good.
You were not a fan of this tradition, why did it have to be the forehead? You spent most of your time looking at people’s foreheads and not making eye contact. You couldn’t help but also love it though, on every person’s head there was a name scrawled out, the name of their future soulmate, it was interesting. What if you knew them? What if you were the link that could get two people together? Sure you couldn’t tell them that it was their soulmate, but you could just set two people up who just happen to have their name’s on each other’s foreheads.
Since you were in high school, you followed a guy named Luke on Youtube. He had your name on his forehead, but he was too far for you to think he was your soulmate. You watched his career go from a boy recording songs in his room to having friends with him, to having a band, to going on tours and making albums. You absolutely adored him and his band, and when they were coming to your city for their tour, the thought of him being your soulmate didn’t even cross your mind. You were so caught up in seeing your favorite band, that you had completely forgotten that Luke had your name written on his forehead. How you forgot that is beyond me, but somehow you did.
You had saved for months to get front row tickets, and now the day was here, you were front row at your favorite band’s concert. You cheered and screamed with everyone else, and then came the moment for them to pull someone up onto the stage. You jumped up and down, and then for a moment you locked eyes with Luke. He smiled and grabbed the microphone,” I couldn’t help but notice, that this person in the front row has ‘Luke’ tattooed on their forehead.” Your heart stopped, why didn’t that sound like screeching? Why wasn’t Luke censored when he said the name on your forehead? You didn’t even realize your feet were moving, and suddenly you were onstage.
You hugged Luke gently, and as he hugged you back, you whispered, “Your forehead says Y/n.”
He stepped back and looked over to his friends, “Guys, what does my forehead say?”
Michael shrugged and spoke into the microphone, “It says y/n.”
Luke held onto you tightly and laughed. After years of screeching and censoring whenever someone mentioned your name, it was amazing to finally hear it. You were both ready to get the names off of your foreheads and nodded at each other in encouragement. The entire crowd watched as you and Luke rested your foreheads against each other’s and while you were at it, gave each other a peck on the lips...or two. When you turned back towards the crowds, the name on your faces were gone, and your hands were clasped tightly.
You turned to Luke and grinned, “My soulmate is Luke Hemmings.”
He sighed happily, “And my soulmate is y/n.”
A/N: I have no clue what the fuck this is, I had a better one written out, but it got ruined and I couldn’t remember it. Sorry.
Everyone’s soulmate connection kicked in the exact moment they turned 20. Each couple had a unique connection, and once they had it, nobody else could have it for another hundred years. Therefor, it was rare that anyone understood what was happening when they got their connection. Although, for many people it was easy to identify what the writing on their arm was or who’s voice was suddenly in their thoughts. For you though, things always proved to be more difficult.
On your twentieth birthday, you waited and waited for something to happen. The entire day went by so quickly because all you were focusing on was when you soulmate connection was going to start. Hours passed and with no signs, you decided to go to sleep. You waited everyday for something to show you that your soulmate was alive and well, but there was nothing. Days passed, then months, then it had been a year, and still nothing. You began to wonder if everyone really did have a soulmate, and more to the point, you began to wonder if there was anyone out there who was meant to be with you.
On Calum’s twentieth birthday he woke up at four in the afternoon. He was covered in water, had slap marks on his face, was on the floor, and was about ninety-nine percent sure that he had peed himself. Knowing his party was at five though, he quickly showered and got dressed. When he walked out of the bathroom, Luke and Ashton were standing there with buckets of ice water.
Michael slapped Calum on the back of the head, “What the hell! You couldn’t have woken up on time!?”
Ashton rolled his eyes and sighed, “We were starting to get worried, you didn’t wake up when we dragged you on the floor or when we dumped water on you, or when we put your hand in warm water!”
Calum looked at his friends questioningly, “But, that’s for making people pee, not making them wake up.”
Luke stifled a laugh and smiled, “We care about you so much mate, we were willing to try anything.”
Days after Calum’s party, he was still sleeping late. It hadn’t been a problem yet since they weren’t on tour, but they all began to worry what would happen once the tour started. And on the second week of their tour, their nightmares came true. In the middle of Permanent Vacation, Calum collapsed onto the ground in front of the entire arena. He was rushed off stage and taken to a hospital immediately, leaving the guys to handle the show without a bass player. When Calum woke up eight hours later, he had no idea what had happened. And even more strange than that, there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. There was no cause as to why he passed out. Doctors assumed it was a soulmate connection, but they couldn’t prove it.
Weeks later they were still on tour, and were learning to work around Calum’s frequent fainting. The were in the middle of a soundcheck and things were going pretty well this time. You on the other hand were miserable, your friend had dragged you to a concert for a band you weren’t even really a fan of. You had just worked a double shift and were pretty tired, so you nudged your friend, “Wake me up when the real concert starts, yeah?” She nodded and continued to watch the band onstage warming up. Moments later, Calum collapsed onto the floor again and everyone started screaming and hollering. You woke up and looked to your friend who looked terrified and pointed at the stage. When you looked, all you saw was some hot guy sitting on the ground. Assuming they were just screaming about his attractiveness, you fell back to sleep. The screaming got louder and once again you woke up and looked at the stage, and the bass player was still on the ground. Once more you tried to fall asleep, but this time when you woke up, you were backstage next to the bass player.
You looked over to him confused, “Shouldn’t you be on stage right now?”
Michael walked over and sat down next to you, “Hi, I’m Michael, this is Calum, and I think I have some news for you.”
“What?”
He held up his phone to show you and Calum sleeping. When you woke up, Calum did too. When you tossed and turned, so did Calum. Even the words you muttered in your sleep were the same. You were confused beyond belief, “But - how did - I’m backstage - and you were - what?” Michael chuckled, “Your friend noticed and got our attention.” Calum, who had been sitting quietly though this entire conversation, motioned for Michael to walk out. When he was gone, you and Calum took a moment before speaking.
“So, you’re my soulmate,” he said smiling.
You took a deep breath and nodded, “Seems that way.”
Calum laughed and took you by the hand, “Is it too early in the relationship to ask you to go on tour with me? I just think it’d be a lot easier if I wasn’t always passing out on stage.”
“You don’t even know me, and you want me to tour with you?”
He shrugged and squeezed your hand, “You’re my soulmate, and I want to spend the rest of my life falling asleep next to you, and waking up beside you, what else do I need to know?”
The boys were all pretty skeptical about going into a psychic shop for the first time, but Alex said it was fun. Everyone went in and did their readings, and it was Michael’s turn now. He walked behind a small purple curtain hanging in a doorway and was greeted by an older woman who looked extremely happy.
“You want to know about your love?”
Michael raised an eyebrow, “Sorry?”
“Your love, your soulmate, you want to know about her?”
Lately Michael had been pretty lonely on tour. The guys were nice to have around, but sometimes he wondered if he would ever get to meet the girl of his dreams. He was taken aback by the fact that the psychic knew this so quickly, but he was still thinking this was all fake. He sat down across from the woman and she held her hands out for him to hold across the table. “So Michael, how long have you been alone?” He hadn’t told her his name...but maybe one of the guys had mentioned him. He shrugged and thought about it, “A year or so, not too long.” “Would you like to see her?” That wasn’t possible, was it?
Michael tried to remain calm, despite his fears, “You mean, I can see her now?”
The woman smiled and squeezed his hands, “You can’t see her, but sometimes you can see what life is like in their eyes if you truly are willing to.”
The worst thing that could happen was he would have wasted thirty dollars, “Sure, let’s try it.”
She held onto his hands, and spoke quietly, “Focus on what you think love is. Breathe in every seven seconds, and release the breath slowly.”
Michael did as she said, and after five minutes he could clearly see a laptop screen. He looked over it and saw random e-mails open. He glanced over to your closet and laughed quietly. “Do you see the third shirt to the left?” Michael peered closer and saw a shirt with his name on it. He gasped and started looking around the room, “She’s a fan.” On the vanity in the corner was the Sounds Good Feels Good album, Michael felt his heart race, you knew who he was, but you didn’t know he was your soulmate.
“When will she know?”
The woman let go of Michael’s hands and the vision of your room disappeared, “Never.”
“What? What do you mean never?”
The woman gestured for Michael to stand up, “You don’t end up together.”
Michael stood up angrily, “But she’s my soulmate!”
She smiled slyly, “You want her?”
“YES.”
She pushed him back out from behind the purple curtain and laughed, “Then go find her!”
Again, a lot of you are here because you’re also followers on my other blog, but I know quite a few people found this blog before my main blog, so to those people, welcome! And thank you for following me!
Everyone knows the story, when you meet your soulmate and lock eyes, everything turns bright and colorful. Your entire life you dreamed of what things would be like when you met your soulmate. Would it be a rush of colors? Would it just be a slow fade into a beautiful shower of colors? What would your soulmate look like in color? What would you look like in color? Would blue really be as pretty as your friends said it was? Was there more to life besides the dull grays you saw everyday?
As you walked into the theater to see a movie with your family, you couldn’t help but notice the four boys sitting in front of you. Halfway through the movie one of them pulled out their phone and started to play a game. Normally this wouldn’t bother you too much, but he had his brightness on as high as possible. since you were sitting directly behind him, it was like someone was shining a flashlight right in your face. You leaned forward and tapped him on the shoulder, and at first you noticed he was cute. Then, your gaze met his, and suddenly the glow coming from his phone was a color you had never seen before. You glanced around the theater, and noticed that everything was suddenly in color.
You smiled and whispered, “Do you see it too?”
“It’s gorgeous, like you.”
You giggled quietly, “I’m y/n.”
“Calum.”
But now you and Calum had been together for 2 years, and he was still touring, and you decided to stay at home for the first half of the tour. You were driving around town while he was at his concert. As he looked out into the audience, he smiled at all the young faces who probably hadn’t met their soulmate yet. One day they would, and they would feel the same way he felt. It was his dream to make people feel the same way he did, full of happiness and love. In the middle of a song, he was singing and suddenly, everything started fading. The blues faded away, and then the reds, and the yellows, and purples, and so on a so forth, until all the colors were gone. His voice was caught in his throat and he stopped playing.
The other members of the band turned to him and laughed, “forgot the words Cal?”
“The colors are gone.”
Michael suddenly stopped laughing and gasped, “What?”
Half the population was born with a soulmate, the other half wasn’t, they could love and not have a soulmate. The only way you would know if you were one or the other was by actually meeting your soulmate. Nobody ever wanted to meet their soulmate though, people did their best to avoid it. Now I know what you’re thinking, “why would someone want to avoid the love of their life?” Well I’ll tell you, the day you met your soulmate, seven tally marks would appear on your wrist, signifying that you had seven days left in your life. Sometimes people could go through their entire lives without meeting their soulmates, and they would never know that they actually had one.
When you woke up Monday morning, you decided to go for a walk at the park near your house. It wasn’t usually very busy as this time of day, so you figured it’d be nice to just feel the breeze and get some sun. As you walked around, you noticed another guy walking with his dog. This wasn’t uncommon, you’d seen him a few times when you’d walked here before, but you never said hello. You’d simply walk in a different direction and avoid him. Today though, you wanted to say hi to him, you figured it was worth a shot, maybe you’d make a new friend.
As soon as you were near him you smiled, “Hi!” Both of you immediately cringed and held onto your wrists. Your right wrist felt like it was burning, and you wanted to scream because it hurt so badly. The man actually was screaming. After a few seconds, the pain subsided, and you both looked at your own wrists to see what the hell had happened. As soon as you recognized the marks on your wrist, you began to sob uncontrollably.
The man sighed and his face went pale, “I’m Calum.”
You spoke between gasps, “I’m - y/n.”
“Maybe if we pretend this didn’t happen, it’ll go away.”
You rolled your eyes at him and laughed a little, “That’s not how it works.”
Calum nudged your arm, “I got you to laugh though.”
“So what do we do?”
He looked around the park and smiled, “We enjoy the time we have left.”
You and Calum spent the rest of the day getting to know each other, and then went to go tell your families. Rather than spending time planning a wedding in a matter of days, you and Calum opted for just doing all of your favorite things. You wrote dozens of songs, and sang for hours. You screamed along to your favorite songs on your way to your favorite amusement park. And since you had tally marks, you were allowed to cut in front of every line. It was the best week you could’ve asked for, and you got to spend it with a great guy. And when the week was over, you were glad that things ended while you were with Calum, and he was glad to be with you.
Luke was always a sucker for the classic romance story. The best ones in his opinion were the ones where the found each other by fate, and fate alone. The ones where they were truly meant to be, and you could tell just by looking at them. Every person could hear the songs that their soulmate was thinking of. Luke had heard stories about people communicating with their soulmates through their songs, and it bothered him to think that people didn’t trust fate to introduce soulmates on their own. He wanted things to be like they were in love songs. In his opinion, soulmates were based on only two things, love and fate.
As Luke grew up, he listened to the songs his soulmate thought of. Everyday at 8 o’clock, he’d hear faint strumming, he assumed that it was the song you woke up to. From nine to nine-thirty every morning, he would hear classic karaoke songs, which he assumed you listened to on your way to work. During the times you weren’t listening to music, he would listen to his own music so that you could hear something while working. Later in the day you’d listen to whatever the hell felt right. If you had a crappy day at work and needed to cry, you’d sob to Sara Bareilles songs. If you were pissed off at your boss, you’d blast Green Day. But everytime you played something, Luke listened.
After a horrible day at work, you needed two things, a Sara Bareilles playlist, and a bag of french fries from McDonald’s. You pulled into the parking lot and walked straight into the restaurant to get your food. After five minutes of waiting, the woman handed you a literal bag of fries and you sat down at a table to enjoy your well deserved comfort food. After a few minutes, you felt tears in your eyes and tried to wipe them away quickly before anyone thought you were crying over a bag of french fries.
Just then, Luke and Calum walked in to order food as well. Calum assured Luke that he would wait for the food, and that he could go to a table. As Luke passed by your table, he heard you sniffe, and pulled a packet of tissues out of his pocket.
He handed you one and smiled, “rough day?”
You sighed and took the tissue, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Sorry about that, but music always makes me feel better.”
You glanced at him and then back to your bag, “Yeah, music hasn’t been making me feel great lately. It’s like my soulmate - you probably don’t want to hear this.”
Luke sat down across from you and grinned, “I’m all ears.”
“It’s like, that’s the problem. My soulmate just listens, they rarely ever play music and when they do, I don’t know what it means.”
“Yeah, but some people are like that. I don’t play music unless my soulmate isn’t. I like to listen and learn about them. Like, when they’re sad they listen to Sara Bareilles on repeat.”
Your heart dropped, “What?”
“Yeah, and when they’re angry they listen to-”
You couldn’t help but interrupt him, “Green Day?”
It finally occurred to Luke that he had been hearing the same Sara Bareilles song all day. He had to test if this was real.
“What song am I thinking of?”
“Circle of Life from the Lion King.”
Luke practically jumped out of his seat and pulled you off of your seat to give you a hug. “I knew I’d find you on my own.” You held onto him just as tightly and couldn’t help but sob. They were tears of joy, of course. When Calum walked over to the two of you, all he saw was hugging and crying.
“Did - did I miss something?”
Luke let go of you and smiled, “Calum this is y/n...she’s my soulmate!”
Calum looked around confused and looked at his watch, “Let me get this straight, you found your soulmate before I got my burger?”
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