Written by itstilliswhatitis
Louis knows four things about his soulmate.
1. It sounds like a boy. (Thank God for that at least.)
2. He's younger than him. He has gone two years without a single sign and now it started.
3. He likes to doodle stupid stuff on his arms, like hearts and stars.
4. He has terrible taste in music and he sings at ungodly hours keeping him up at night.
He's not even sure that he will like him. So far he hasn't had a positive first expression of the guy. He doesn't even think that his supposed soulmate is aware of the bond they have now. Did he miss this part in school? He can't be that bright.
As Louis recalls it his teachers started to talk about this as early as first grade, but he obviously knew before that. His mum had told him all about it, as most parents did. You had that embarrassing sex talk at some point and the soulmate talk.
No one really knows hows it works and why. Scientists have tried to come up with an answer for decades but so far the result is inconclusive. It's just there.
Everyone has a soulmate. When you turn sixteen you get a sense of them. In his case, nothing happened on his sixteenth birthday and he spend two years worrying that something is wrong with him. He's relieved that isn't the case after all. Apparently, his soulmate is two years younger. On February 1st he got his first sign. A heart appeared on his hand. It was an ugly ass heart and he immediately removed it with soap.
That night he woke up with a song in his head, Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams. His soulmate has lousy taste when it comes to music but a nice singing voice at least, he'll give him that.
Two weeks later that same fucking song is still stuck in his head. Apparently, it's the only song his soulmate sings, usually around three o'clock in the morning. It's driving him insane!
Yesterday he fell asleep in math class because his moronic soulmate has been up all night singing. Enough is enough!
He gets an idea while he for the millionth time hears the first lines of that stupid song in his head. It's three in the morning and he's been tossing and turning for twenty minutes now. He hums along.
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five and dime
Played it 'til my fingers bled
Was the summer of '69
He finds a pencil and sits up in bed. What should be his first message to his soulmate? He smirks when he figures it out and writes on his arm with capital letters.
SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!
The song immediately stops playing in his head like a broken record and he turns off the bedside lamp and falls asleep with a blissful silence in his head five minutes later.
YOU ARE READING
Shut up, soulmate!
FanfictionI co-wrote this story with @LouisThiccSexyAss. ♥️ Louis has waited two years for his soulmate, worrying that something is wrong with him. He knows everyone has a soulmate, his friends has already found theirs, but he's absent. Until he wakes up one...
