A young man awakes in his bedroom. He remembers nothing - not his name, no memories, not even the dreams he’d been having a few moments prior. All that remains are two certainties.
One - that he had recently been ill
Two - that this was his bedroom
What does he do?
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word count: 1640
requested by: @mayor-cate
pronouns: she/her
warnings: none
fandom: achievement hunter
au type: soulmate
summary: you can hear what songs your soulmate hears, and trevor’s worried about the lyrics he’s been hearing for the last four months
inspired by: @aplaceforrtprompts (x) and “White Horse” by Taylor Swift (x)
authors notes: none
other parts: one / two
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Trevor's POV
"She's been listening to that song again..."
"Again?" Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at the man sitting on the other side of the restaurant table, "It's been like, three months."
"I only ever hear that song anymore," Trevor sighed, "I tell myself it's just because she likes them, but I don't know... I like sad songs too, but I don't listen to them that often..."
"Maybe she goes to really depressing parties where they only listen to that one song the whole time," Jeremy said, trying to make his friend feel better. And it worked – if only a little.
"Yeah, I'm sure that's it," he chuckled softly.
"Well, when you meet her, then you can bring her here and we'll make sure she listens to happy songs."
"If I meet her..."
"You're gonna meet her, Treyco," Jeremy assured him, "The universe wouldn't make your soulmate someone you were never going to meet."
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Six weeks later; Saturday night
To get Trevor's mind off of everything that was always worrying him about his soulmate, Jeremy insisted he join him and Kat on their trip to a local bar that was having an open mic night. Trevor, despite simply wanting to stay in and stuff his face with pizza and junk food, agreed. He knew they were just trying to help, and he figured he should show his appreciation by tagging along.
And he was enjoying himself, but he kept thinking about his soulmate and one really weird coincidence.
"Trevor!" Jeremy said, waving his hand in front of his friend's face and knocking him out of his trance, "You okay?"
"I... I think she's here..." Trevor trailed off, making the couple's eyes widen.
"Your soulmate is here?" Kat said softly, not wanting to alert anyone who could be listening, "How do you know?"
"I don't; I just... I keep hearing the same songs that are being played tonight and when I went out to get my jacket, I could still hear them..."
"Dude, that's awesome!" Jeremy said, patting Trevor's shoulder, "You have to find her!"
"How?" Trevor sighed, putting his chin in his hand and his elbow on the table, "I can't just go up to every girl here and ask if she's found her soulmate yet."
"Well, why not?" he shrugged. Trevor simply rolled his eyes.
"How about this," Kat started, "Just look around while the next person is performing and see if anyone else is looking around as well." He nodded in response – though he didn't really think he had many other options. So as the next person came onto the stage, he took Kat's advice, scanning the audience. Well... Until the moment the girl on stage started singing, that is.
Your POV
"Hello," you said shyly into the microphone as you sat down on the stool behind it, not really used to having all this attention on you, "Uh... I'm Y/N and I've been working on this song for about four months now, so I really hope it doesn't suck." Everyone laughed lightly, watching as you began playing the guitar on your lap.
Say you're sorry that face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I pace back and forth all this time
'Cause I honestly believed in you
Holding on, the days drag on
Stupid girl – I should have known, I should have known
That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood; this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around
Maybe I was naïve, got lost in your eyes
I never really had a chance
My mistake – I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams about you and me, happy endings
Now I know
That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood; this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around
And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness – begging for me
Just like I always wanted, but I'm so sorry
'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
This is a big world that was a small town
There in my rearview mirror disappearing now
And it's too late for you and your white horse
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
Try and catch me now, oh
It's too late to catch me now
Trevor's POV
"It's her..." Trevor whispered, the sound almost being drowned out by the applause in the room for your performance.
"Huh?" Jeremy and Kat said at the same time, not quite catching what he'd said.
"That's the song I kept hearing..."
"Well, go talk to her!" Kat urged him.
"What do I say?" Trevor's eyes widened.
"Just say whatever feels right," Jeremy insisted, "But you can't leave without trying."
Your POV
You stepped off of the stage, clearing your throat softly as you wiped your cheeks to get rid of the tears that were building up.
"Good job, Y/N; Drive safe," the bar owner told you, patting your back before heading up to introduce the next performer.
You smiled to yourself, walking over to where your guitar case was and putting it in before closing it, picking it up, and heading for the door. You unfortunately didn't have the energy to stick around for the rest of the night, so you'd decided before going onstage to head home right after you were done. But you were stopped by someone coming up behind you.
"H-Hey," the guy stuttered out, making you turn around, "I... Um... I just... I just wanted to... That was a really nice song..."
"Thank you," you replied with a light blush, "I'm glad people enjoyed it; I didn't think anyone would..."
"Why wouldn't people enjoy it?" he asked curiously.
"You know... Another sad song about a breakup... Figured everyone was tired of the same thing all the time..."
"Well, you shouldn't feel that way," he shook his head, "Especially about something so well-written."
"Thanks," you said again, turning a brighter shade of red at his compliments. He looked at you for a moment, making you shift uncomfortably before he spoke again.
"I'm Trevor," he told you. You looked back up at him and swallowed lightly.
"Y/N," you practically whispered.
"Y/N..." he said to himself. You tried not to let your heart skip a beat at the sound of him saying your name, but it did anyway. "Are you... Are you leaving already?" he asked you.
"Yeah... I... You know... There's just a lot of people here..." you began chewing on your bottom lip.
"Oh..." he seemed disappointed, "Well... Here, let me carry that out for you!"
"You could be a serial killer just trying to lure me outside," you pointed out with a small smile, making Trevor laugh.
"I think if I were, I probably would have done something already," he said, taking your guitar case when you let him, opening the door for you and walking you outside.
"Maybe you're trying to earn my trust first."
"Hmm," he hummed in agreement, "Step one complete then." You looked around for a moment, realizing you'd already gone outside with him.
"You're good," you told him, leading him to your car.
"What kind of serial killer would I be if I wasn't good at tricking my victims?" he grinned. You unlocked your car and popped open your trunk.
"Well, just so you know, if you try to stuff me in my trunk and kidnap me, I've got this-" You motioned to the handle that opened the door from the inside. "-so I'll still get away."
"I'll have to drive my own car next time I come here then," he shrugged, putting your guitar into your trunk and closing the door. You both looked at each other, amused that the other was playing along, before you spoke again.
"Thanks for the help, Trevor," you said, making his heart flutter slightly.
"Anytime, Y/N," he replied, "Well... I'll let you go then... It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you around again sometime." In a sudden burst of courage, before Trevor left to go back in, you stopped him.
"You don't have to hope, you know..." you said shyly, "I could always just give you my number..."
"You sure?" he asked, surprised you were the one to take initiative. You nodded eagerly, noticing him try not to smile to himself as he reached into his pocket for his phone. He let you put your number in, both of you blushing as your hands brushed when you handed it back to him. "I'll text you later..." he trailed off, almost in a questioning tone.
"Yeah," you nodded, your voice barely coming out, "I'd like that."
"Bye," he told you, starting to head back to the door. You went to get in your driver's seat when hearing your name stopped you.
"Hey, Y/N," Trevor said, making you look over at him, "I don't mean to be that guy – and at a bar, no less – but, for the record, any guy who would let someone as pretty as you get away is a complete moron."
"Well, you know what they say," you smiled at him, "One door closes, another one opens."
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other parts: one / two
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