Baby I'm Perfect For You

Chapter 1

Soulmarks, in Louis's opinion, were absolutely ridiculous. He found it absolutely silly that one stupid little phrase could affect someone's life in such a huge way. But that didn't mean that the universe was going to suddenly change after hearing Louis's opinion. So, Louis kept his opinions to himself, while the universe kept smirking at him.

Well to think of it, Louis hadn't hated it until he had gotten his mark. He was quite excited on his eighteenth birthday, probably more excited that he ever had been. He had gotten up that morning, with his nerves practically burning with adrenaline, and had jumped in front of the mirror hurriedly checking his body for an ink mark. His stomach had dropped when he finally found it. Sitting on his right arm, was just one simple word. 'Oops!' it read. That's it. That's what his soulmate was going to say to him. A word that he heard being flung across at least ten times a day.

He sat down dejectedly on his bed, rubbing his thumb across the mark. It took him only a few weeks after that day to make him believe that the universe was playing games with him, with the number of times people were saying 'oops' to him. He worked in a grocery store, for crying out loud, people were bound to say 'oops' to him. So, yeah Louis hated the universe and the feeling was mutual.

X

Something was screeching in his ears, and it really needed to stop.
"Shut up." Louis croaked; his voice rough from unuse
The screeching unfortunately did not shut up. He flailed his arms blindly on his bed, smacking it when he found Zayn's phone.
He had yet to remind Zayn to change his stupid alarm, he absolutely did not like to want to wake up to a mini nuclear blast one more morning.
He planned to change it himself, one of the days, once he finds out the phone's password, of course, because no matter how many times he had tried to convince him to tell it, Zayn kept refusing him because of one little accident that contained him texting Zayn's ex with close up shots of his left nostril. Look, he was young and for some reason it seemed like a good idea at that time, alright?

He must have hit the snooze button, because the phone was screeching again. Why was he waking up at an unholy hour of eight in the morning on a Sunday again? Right. They had promised to hang out at Niall's house, at 9 in the bloody morning for some reason.
He slapped it shut again, hoping he had hit the right button this time, and sat up on his bed groaning. He rubbed his eyes blearily, and did a double take when he looked at this room.
His coat was splayed across the floor, and his socks were flung carelessly on his desk. His bag was open with his books spilling out, and he was pretty sure he could smell something sour. He desperately hoped that it wasn't the burger that Zayn had warned him to throw out two days ago, which was probably smushed in his bag by now under the weight of everything else.
Yeah, he had had a rough time the previous day.

Being a school drama teacher was not as easy as it sounded, especially when he had the devil himself as his boss. Who insists on keeping extra lectures on Saturdays anyways? Mr. Cowell apparently. It was safe to say that the students hated him too.
He rubbed his eyes, and jumped out of the bed, almost stepping on a photo frame. He picked it up, and set it straight on his side table before staring at it for a bit. It was a picture of him and Zayn, a few days before both of them had gotten their first jobs and soul marks.
It was a wonder since how long their friendship was going on, especially when it was a pain in the ass when it came to waking Zayn up in the mornings for their day shifts.
It hadn't gotten any easier now that they were both adults, and teachers on top of that.

Louis turned his head towards Zayn, who had fallen asleep on his bed even though had a perfectly good room next to his.
He shook the sleeping figure beside him, only to have his arm swatted away.
"Get up."
"Mhm."
"Zayn. Get up." He shook his arm again.
"Stop that." He said, irritated. "What's the time?"
"Eight."
"Why," Zayn asked, stifling a yawn, "in the world would we be getting up at eight in the morning on a Sunday?"
"You promised Niall we would visit his new flat; this is all your fault." Louis stretched his arms, looking rather like a weary kitten, and trudged towards his bathroom. He hears Zayn curse from the other side.
"This is your fault too, you know? You agreed."
He did.
"Did not." He answers. "Now get ready, he's invited a couple of other people over as well I think."