One Night Soulmate

1.

Everybody's hair is naturally grey. Until they meet their soulmate. Their hair becomes the colour of their soulmate's eyes. In addition to that their soulmate's initials appear somewhere on their body on the first place their lips will touch their body. The writing will change to the same colour as their hair.

Many people end up with their soulmate's initials on their cheeks or their lips, the head is quite common, too. The knuckles are often seen showcasing the initials.

Some people will stay silver haired forever, because their soulmate is not born in their life time or because they never meet. The initials are said to hold the bond between the soulmates.

Niall and Louis are the best of friends. They met when they were seven. Louis moved into the house next door and Niall's mum invited him round so he and Niall could play together.

Then they were in the same class in school and went to the same high school. Now they're going to the same university. They live together in a small flat they saved up for since they could get a job, getting by with help from family. They're freshers, which means a week of partying and a week of lectures where they try to recover.

"Louis, get dressed," Niall demanded as he jumps onto Louis' bed beside him.
"I'm not going to that party. I won't know anyone, you will go get pissed and be fine and we won't be able to get home," Louis sighs and rolls away from Niall. He stares at the ceiling and frowns.
"Lou, I want to make friends! I want you to make friends," Niall argues.
"I have plenty of friends thank you very much," Louis huffs.

"Whatever Lou, I'm leaving at nine if you change your mind."

Louis sighs and presses his face into his pillow. Would it really be that bad? He does need to make friends before uni starts or he'll have no social life besides Niall.

Begrudgingly he gets dressed and styles his hair and meets Niall just before he leaves.
"Shut up," Louis grumbles.
"Didn't say anything," Niall grins smugly as he opens the door.

It's busy, people are clinging to each other, shouting hellos like they've met before. Louis watches as a blurs of colour flash through the sea of grey heads that are mostly above him.
"Who even invited you here?" Louis asks as he follows Niall through the kitchen.
"A girl I met when I went out with Greg the other week," Niall smirks. Louis rolls his eyes and flicks him in the back of the head.
"Perv."

Now Louis will always be adamant that he can hold his alcohol, but anyone who has met him will argue otherwise. Niall passes him drinks every now and then, ignoring him mostly for the girl who invited him.

The last thing Louis remembers is somebody challenging him to drink five shots as quick as she can.

The morning is quiet. Louis scrubs at his eyes and stretches before he even bothers to think about anything.

"Shit."

Somebody is beside him, their head buried under the pillow. Louis sits up and moans at he pain in his head.

He hops around the room, pulling his clothes on as quickly and as quietly as he can, cursing at the pain in his arse when he bends over.

Sneaking out the house without throwing up on its stairs requires great effort but he manages it and is out of the door as soon as he can be.

He rings Niall, stopping at the nearest bus stop.
"Why are you ringing me at this time in the morning?" Niall groans. His voice is raspy and slow.
"Sorry for waking you up. Where are you?" Louis asks. He gets out the change from his pocket and hands it to the bus driver as he steps into the bus that pulls up.

"I'm at home. I thought you'd came home after you wandered of. Where are you?"
"I'm on the bus. I woke up in that house. That's the last time I go to a party with you," Louis huffs.
"I'll have tea and pancakes ready for when you're home?" Niall tries.
"Thanks, Ni."

They continue to talk as Louis gets closer to home, thankful there is a bus stop on the corner of his road.

Niall keeps his back to him.
"Go shower while I make breakfast."

Louis grabs some clothes from his room and makes his way into the bathroom. When he sees his reflection he swears, filling up with anger and punching the mirror.

"Fuck!" Louis shouts. Not only does he have green hair and a green HS on his neck, now he's probably broken his hand.

Niall comes rushing in, stopping when he takes in the scene in front of him.
"What the fuck?"
"I met my soulmate. And I can't remember anything that happened last night. This can't be happening!" He exclaims, tugging at his hair with frustration.

Niall comes behind him, grabbing his arm. When he pulls him to his chest Louis crumbles and starts to sob. He rubs his back gently, shushing him. Niall remembers having to comfort Louis when his first real boyfriend broke up with him.

No matter what happened Niall and Louis have always had each other to fall back on. It's not rare for one of them to climb into the others bed when they've had a rough day.
"Lou, it'll be okay. C'mon, we'll have the pancakes and tea we spoke about."

He pushes Louis to sit on the couch and sits with him and the food.
"We missed great British bake off. Fancy catching up?" Niall asks. Louis nods and wipes his face.
"Thanks."

Niall pats his head condescendingly and hands him a bag of frozen peas for his hand.
"How's a trip to the hospital sound?" Niall smiles.

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Harry wakes up to a pain in his arm. He groans and rolls over. The bed is cold, but he can remember the beautiful boy he had in his bed last night. He swings his legs over the side of his bed and scratches at his stomach as he walks to the bathroom.

His breath catches when he sees his reflection. He lifts his hand to move his messy curls that are now blue away from his face. The blue initials are just below his jaw near his ear. He shivers as he rubs over the mark.
"L T."

Once he has showered and changed he bursts into his friend, Zayn's, room.
"I slept with a boy named Louis last night right?"
"Fuck off, Harry."
"Zayn," Harry says seriously. Zayn peers out of the blanket cocoon he has created.
"Yeah, his name was Louis. Friends with that Irish one. You got his initials?" Zayn asks. Harry closes the door and sits on the edge of Zayn's bed. He tilts his head to the side and shows them to Zayn.

"Well. I think another party is in order."

Zayn and Harry are in their their year of university. They live in a house with nine other lads and it is host to parties most weekends.

Harry won't deny his popularity, he has a lot of friends, but he's very relaxed and easy going. He is a mummy's boy at heart, goes to visit her at least once a month and every holiday.

Zayn tells Harry to get out of his room and to try and find his soulmate.

When Harry is sat in his room, marvelling at his wonderful blue hair in the mirror he gets a text.

From Zayn:
Here's your soulmate's friend's number. You're welcome.

He texts him Niall's number before he buries his face in the pillow and tries to fall back asleep.