Shut up, soulmate!

10

Written by itstilliswhatitis

Louis is in love.

They have an amazing Saturday. Harry shows him around the small town. They kick a ball around at his high school and stop by the bakery for some soda and pastries.

Whenever he's around Harry his stomach is filled with butterflies and he can't stop smiling. If that hadn't been his first sign of falling for his soulmate the tattoo that shows up on his body on Sunday surely is.

They spend the evening in Harry's room making out, taking it a step further. Nothing advanced. They just help each other get off and it's great.

They fall asleep after that. Harry is the little spoon and Louis drifts off with Harry's soft curls tickling his face.

They wake up on Sunday morning and just cuddle for a while. Louis' heart is beating fast but so is Harry's. He can feel it beating against his chest as they lay there hugging. It makes him happy.
"Can I take a shower?" Louis finally asks.

"Of course. You can use my products, the one with apple scent. You have clean towels in the cabinet just outside the bathroom. Do you want me to show you?" Harry says.

"It's okay. I'm sure I can locate it meself." Louis smiles. Harry is so damn cute!

He gets up and blows Harry a kiss before he heads out of the room. The bathroom is just down the corridor. He finds the cabinet and opens it and grabs a towel.

He locks the door behind him when he realizes that he forgot to bring clean clothes. Oh, well. It's a short walk to Harry's room. Hopefully, he will be able to sneak back without running into Harry's mum or sister.

He takes off his boxers and t-shirt and steps into the shower and turns it on. He finds Harry's apple scent products and grabs the bottle of shampoo. After he has washed his hair he finds the body wash and starts to soap himself. He looks down when he soaps his dick and screams.

There, on the right side, a small tattoo has appeared. He turns his head to see what it is, absolutely mortified. It says Harry in cursive letters. It's really small but it's right there, on his dick!

He gasps and turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He grabs the towel and tries to rub it off but it's permanent.

He knew he would get a tattoo of his soulmate's name in his writing when he fell in love, but why does it have to be on his fucking dick of all places? It's at least a better place than his forehead.

This is ridiculous. Harry has branded his dick. He starts to laugh. It soon turns hysterical. A soft knock on the bathroom door startles him.
"Lou? Are you okay?"

Louis wraps the towel around his waist and opens the door and drags Harry inside before he locks it again.
"I...eh...I got me tattoo." He says and bites his lower lip. That is sort of a confession. He wouldn't have it unless he's in love.

Harry's eyes grow wide.
"Really?"

"Yeah." Louis nods.

Harry removes his t-shirt and drops his boxers. At least he isn't shy. He starts to look around at his body, looking for his tattoo. He begins to look worried when Louis spots it.
"There! On your ass!"

"What?" Harry giggles.

He walks up to the big mirror on the wall and takes a look. On his right cheek the word Louis is written with straggly letters. Harry giggles.
"On my bum of all places. Couldn't it be located on my arm or something?"

"Me location is worse." Louis snorts.

"How can...oh, really? Let me see!" Harry grins and stares at Louis' crotch.

Louis sighs but removes the towel. Harry throws a hand over his mouth and lets out something between a snort and a cackle.
"Oh, my God. My name! On your dick!"

"At least we know who's the top and who's the bottom." Louis smirks jokingly.

Harry blushes adorably while he tries to keep himself from laughing. He fails completely. Louis joins in on the laughter and wraps the towel around his waist again. No more peep show. When their laughter dies out they just stare at each other. Louis says it first.
"I love you."

Harry smiles happily.
"I love you too."

Louis takes a step forward and kisses him. Then he remembers that they both have morning breaths and make it short.
"We could brush our teeth." He winks.

Harry slams a hand over his mouth.
"Sorry." The sound is muffled.

"No, no. I wasn't accusing you of having bad morning breath. I know I have." Louis says apologetically.

"No, you don't." Harry smiles but he steps up to the sink and grabs his toothbrush.

They brush their teeth together. Harry steps into the shower and Louis manages to sneak back to Harry's room to get dressed. His mind is spinning. He has a tattoo now. This is serious. He hasn't been doubting that Harry is his soulmate but the fear of messing things up just doubled. They're so young!

After almost working himself up to a panic attack he takes a deep breath and manages to calm down. They're gonna take it day by day. There's no rush. He knows that he loves Harry and that's enough for now. They're gonna work on getting to know each other on a deeper level and they have all the time in the world. They're gonna do this right, put in the hard work for a healthy relationship, and try to be somewhat mature about it.

He's sure they'll have their ups and downs but he's also absolutely certain that Harry is the one for him. When Harry walks into the room with his hair in a wet, tangly mess and a soft smile on display Louis gets weak in the knees. He knows how lucky he is to have a soulmate like Harry.