symbol | h.s

five

Seconds turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

Hours turned into days.

And days turned into a week.

A week had passed since my symbol lit up. A week since I found out that Harry Styles was indeed my soulmate. Not anyone else's but mine.

The thought made my stomach churn with butterflies. I felt myself smiling when the thought crawled into my mind, looking down to my feet to hide my flushed face.

Today was my date with Harry and here I was, a nervous wreck. My nerves were jumping everywhere and I felt myself grow more nervous as the minutes ticked on my clock. I pulled on a sleek black dress that hugged against my body nicely, smoothing out the wrinkles against my thighs before sliding on a pair of flats.

Heels wouldn't do me any justice, they'd just make me taller than I already am.

I grabbed my phone and purse, heading down the stairs just in time to hear the doorbell ring.

"I got it, baby!" My mom shouted, rushing towards the front door and opening it, revealing a neatly dressed Harry, his curls all over the place as usual yet he looked as handsome as ever.

"Come in, come in," My mom gushed, moving aside to let him walk into the house. I smiled at him once I reached the bottom of the steps, making my way over to him.

"Hi." I murmured, looking up at him to see him flashing that infamous smirk of his.

"You look gorgeous," His eyes wandering over me, "I mean, you always look gorgeous but you just, wow, you're really pretty." His cheeks turned red as he realized he was rambling, causing me to laugh lightly.

"Thank you Harry, you look quite handsome yourself if I do say so." I patted his cheek.

"Okay you lovebirds," My mom interrupted us, opening the door wider for us, "I hope you two have fun, now go."

Harry and I laughed, the two of us walking out of my house and towards his white BMW. Harry rushed to the passenger side, opening the door up for me.

"What a gentleman," I said as I got in, earning a small chuckle from him before he shut the door and walked over to the drivers side.

We sat in a comfortable silence for the first ten minutes of the drive before Harry cut the silence, asking a question.

"Do you like italian?" He asked, briefly looking at me before turning his eyes back onto the road.

"Who doesn't?" I retorted.

"I'm taking that as a yes." He laughed, pulling into a parking lot of a restaurant. He ran to my side of the car, opening the door. I smiled at his kind gesture, stepping out and letting him close the door behind me.

Without thinking, he intertwined our hands together, a smile spreading wide on my lips as we walked together towards the entrance of the restaurant.

"For who?"

"Styles."

"This way, sir." We walked towards a small booth in the back, sliding into the seat and allowing myself to get comfortable. Harry sat in front of me, simply gazing at me with a small smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Like what?" He responded cluelessly.

"All mushy," I blushed, earning a small smile from him.

He simply shrugged, his eyes never leaving me.

"I feel like if we're going to be soulmates, I need to at least know some things about you, even if it's little things." He commented, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"Well, what do you want to know, Styles?" I questioned, resting my chin on the palm of my hand.

"Everything, tell me what's your favorite food to a song that has memories playing back to you, I want to know every little thing about you." He flashed his dimpled smile at me, my heart instantly melting at the sight.

"Why are you so," I paused for a moment, searching for the right word, "flawless."

It was his turn to laugh now, looking down at his hands.

"I'm everything but flawless, Imani."

"I'm serious, you're magically captivating," I saw his lips curve upwards, "Your eyes tell a story that no one has read yet, your beautiful mindset somehow makes you even more beautiful, and the way you look at me."

"What about the way I look at you?" He leaned a bit forward, putting all of his attention on me.

"You make me feel like I'm the only one in the room and there's no way I can stop myself from looking at you once your eyes land on mine, you are just beyond this world, you're the meaning behind flawlessly beautiful itself."

His cheeks turned a deep red color, the smile on his lips growing wider as the seconds passed.

And the night carried on, the two of us eating and talking about what our favorite color was to what was our biggest fear in life itself.

I didn't realize it but the more I talked to Harry, the more I found myself falling for him.

As I listened to him, I noticed he was not what these people made him out to be.

He was a person who was looking for someone just like everyone else was. He only wanted one thing to put out there into the world; love.

Harry Styles was the meaning behind beauty itself and I, myself, was completely enamored by him.