Jace Norman One Shots (x Reader)

Soulmates Pt. 2 ~ J.N.

h/n = hair name (brunette, blonde, etc.)

||JACE'S POV||
"She's not my soulmate either," I groaned as a blonde with a fake soulmate tattoo exited the studio. Some people really go the distance to try and sell as my soulmate.

It's really frustrating because I've been wanting a serious relationship for quite some time, but I wanted it with a specific person. My soulmate. Today must be her birthday because her name appeared on my forearm this morning.

Unfortunately, a picture of me and Ariel revealed my tattoo, so now everyone's coming into the studio saying that they're Y/N M/N L/N. The picture's been reposted so many times, there isn't a point in taking it down.

I decided maybe a ride in the golf cart around the parking lot would help clear my thoughts, so I headed to the front lobby to see 2 h/ns.

"Ma'am, I'm telling you. You can't take the tattoo off, look," the older h/n insisted rubbing the younger h/n's forearm forcefully with her sleeve.

"Your sleeve is dry. It won't erase anything," Jane spoke monotonously.

The older h/n used the Clorox wipe she found on the desk. She started wiping the younger h/n's arm again, but the tattoo didn't disappear. However Jane still looked unimpressed.

"Do you know how many girls have gotten tattoos of that exact tattoo? I'm not stupid," Jane told the two. She's not wrong.

"I'd like to point out I'm terrified of needles," the younger h/n pointed out.

"This act is so convincing. You two should be actresses," Jane sarcastically remarked.

"This isn't a joke! I'm telling you! Her tattoo is the real deal!" the older h/n exclaimed.

"I'm sure," Jane sarcastically agreed.

"Come on Jordan. I didn't think anyone would believe this. I mean, he's a celebrity for Christ's sake! Good looking too. I'm not surprised people have been coming in to portray me. We'll be leaving now," the younger h/n politely told Jane. The younger h/n is gorgeous, polite, and she called me good looking.

The only way to find out if she's my real soulmate is to meet her.

"No! Your his soulmate! You need to meet!" the older h/n, I'm guessing is Jordan, insisted.

"You're acting like your his soulmate," the younger h/n laughed. "And besides, if I'm really his soulmate we'll meet some other time."

She's not desperate to meet me either. A fan would probably throw themselves at Jane. I wanna see where this goes.

"But— no! I drove a full 30 minutes and I will not leave until you get to meet your soulmate!" she protested.

"Just call security," I heard the younger h/n mutter to Jane.

"Security!" Jane screamed. 2 police officers came out from the back. "Please take this girl," Jane ordered pointing at Jordan, "out of my lobby!"

"Yes ma'am," one police officer saluted.

"And this young lady?" the officer gestured to the younger h/n.

"She's willing to cooperate," Jane shrugged, letting the younger h/n freely exit the building, following her protesting friend.

I walked out from behind the wall, turning to Jane. "What was that about?" I asked.

"Another one of your fans but I think the wrong person got the tattoo," Jane laughed. I nodded slowly, looking at the h/ns as the got into their car. I have a strong feeling the younger h/n is my actual soulmate.

The 2 police officers walked back into the building. "They both left to the Nestle café down the street. The younger h/n promised not to bother us again," one officer assured. I'm gonna need to go to the Nestle café after rehearsal.

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I finally finished rehearsal around 7:00pm. Luckily I had a half hour before Nestle closed, so I rushed over there, in hopes that the h/ns were there. It has been a good half day so I'm not sure if they're still there.

I entered the café to hear music from the kitchen. It sounded like an Avril Lavigne song.

"Happy birthday Y/N! Good night!" called a blonde as she exited the kitchen. "Oh my god! It's Jace Norman! Ahem. How may I help you? Actually, you know what? One second please," she said before rushing back into the kitchen.

She took a minute before she came back out dragging the younger h/n from the studio. I saw my zodiac sign and name on her forearm.

"What's the matter? And will you stop pulling so hard? You're gonna rip my arm off!" she exclaimed. I chuckled, making my presence known. "Holy shit."

"That's the matter," the blonde smirked. "Bye Y/N."

"Yeah yeah bye," she quickly dismissed. "Hi," she waved.

"Hi. I'm Jace Norman," I introduced, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

"Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you," she introduced herself.

I saw her tattoo fade away into her normal skin tone. I looked at mine, to see the same thing occurred.

"Looks like you really are my soulmate," I said excitedly. I heard her laugh a very pretty laugh. "All day our rehearsals have been interrupted by fake Y/Ns. I'm glad I finally found the real one."

"Is that a compliment? Or just a relief statement?" she asked.

"Can't it be both?" I replied. She shrugged, laughing again. "Can I take you on a date?"

"As much as I'd love that, I don't know you too well. I know we're soulmates and all, but I want to get to know you before we get into any romantic relationship," she apologetically replied.

I felt relief wash over me. It's nice to know that she doesn't just want to date me because I'm a celebrity. Sure she's my soulmate, but if she was like that, I'd probably die alone. I love how grounded she is. I can't let her go.

"Fair enough. Lets hang out, platonically, this weekend. That is if you want to," I quickly added.

"Sure," she agreed, smiling brightly. "Again nice to meet you, but I need to help my coworkers clean up in the back."

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled something on it, sliding it towards me before walking to the kitchen where squeals and giggles erupted. I smiled to myself, reading the note.

(000) - 000 - 0000
See ya this weekend!
          ~Y/N

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Should I do a part 3?