YOU - Larry Stylinson

1.

Soul marks are celebrated differently around the world, the first words your soul mate will ever say to you scrawled in their handwriting somewhere on your body.

It is considered polite to keep your mark permanently covered until you reach the age of eighteen, though even then it's still frowned upon by some.

Harry, a vibrant fashion model/ designer is graced with the words 'Holy shit!' Written along his collarbone. It gives him nightmares through his childhood and continues to bug him until he meets his soul mate.

There's always been speculation about whether people could really really feel each other through their soul mark. Louis, grumpily, will confirm the theories as his soul mate seems to have night terrors until his early teens.

Louis has his scrawled on his bicep: 'what a lovely way to introduce yourself!' Louis wonders what he will do to deserve it.

Harry is backstage at his first show of the year, running around to get into his own outfit and to get others into theirs. Everyone is nervous, but Harry loves it, the excitement of it all. There are reporters and models everywhere, a steady hum of activity.

The music begins to play and Harry lines the models up in order, standing at the front. He takes a deep breath and walks out confidently, hands on his hips.

He pauses at the end of the catwalk, lets them take pictures as he smirks at people either side of the stage.
"I'd like to thank you all for coming out to see my spring collection. A large thank you goes to everyone who has helped and the models who are here today. Enjoy the show and I'll be free for any questions afterwards."

Harry spots a beautiful lad in the front row, recognises him from one of his favourite films and reminds himself to not freak out. He waves, fingers wriggling and winks before he turns on his heel and leaves the stage.

Then the music really kicks in and the next model begins to swagger down the runway. Harry is checking everything over and getting people changed, directing people on when and where to go.

When the show is over, Harry is relieved. The crowd applauds and cheers. He smiles to himself and walks out, ready to greet the reporters and photographers.

"Harry! How does it feel to be so successful so young?" A reporter asks, shoving a microphone in his face.
"I'm glad that it's been greeted with such positivity. I couldn't be more thankful to everyone who buys and wears or promotes my clothing."
"What inspired this line?"

Harry smiles at the camera in front of his face and turns to look at the person who asked the question.
"I like to find the beauty in everything. I think the spring is absolutely wonderful, with everything beginning to blossom and plants starting to thrive. All fresh colours and pretty patterns."

A different voice, soft and less inquisitive catches Harry's attention.
"Holy shit!"

Harry's ears prick and his heart stops.
"What a lovely way to introduce yourself."

Everyone turns to look at the two who're staring at each other. A shorter, feathery haired boy is smiling up at Harry. He holds his hand out.
"L-Louis Tomlinson."
"Harry Styles."

They shake hands, coy smiles on their lips. Harry bites his lip and shakes his hair out before turning to the cameras.
"Is that enough questions? I've got to go change."

Everyone swoons at the grin Harry throws in their direction and they all agree easily. As everyone filters out, Louis stays, a light blush on his cheeks.
"So..." He mumbles. Harry chuckles.
"Are we supposed to check?"
"We can if you'd like," Louis smiles.
"C'mon, be a bit weird to do it out here."