Dolan Imagines ♛

•crystal clear ~ G

Ok no drop ur panic attack remedies cos this bitch be fucking with them on the daily thx -

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Ok so this is based off an idea I saw on IG. basically, at birth, everyone gets a pendant necklace with a special cut out, and ur soulmate has the missing jigsaw pendant piece and their soulmates initials are engraved in the back. Everyone wears them everyday. Enjoy.

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It was a Saturday job. The small little newsagents in my village. I got good pay, enough to tide me over at 17.

It was a regular day.
Stacking magazines, working the till.
Hearing old women asking their friends what the best butter mintoes are.
But something
Something made me feel super positive today - an extra spring in my step.

4 pm struck - half hour til closing.
I was sitting through newspapers to put out for tomorrow, my back to the door, but heard the small bell ring and chime, implying some one had entered.

I look over at the rows of magazines, to glance at who had walked in.
A young, perhaps 18 or 19 year old boy, holding hands with a girl slightly younger than him or his age, with long, dark hair, and pointy sunglasses.

"Babe, you need to choose the flowers for your mom" the girl says, and the boy nods, heading over to our flower selection.
I caught his side profile - large biceps, sharp jawline, short, scruffy stubble-beard. Yum. :)

The girl studied the flowers eventually aswell, and they came to a conclusion of a red and white tulip bouquet.

I hear them getting closer, and i distract myself from my task to serve them at the till.

I keep my head down,
„Just these please" he says as I walk over.
I take them and scan them
„$7.50 please" i say
For some reason I felt oddly intimidated and excited by him.

While he's getting money from his wallet, I take a glance up.
My eye first catches the girl next to him, as she weakly smiles.
I turn to him, and his tall body means my direct eye line is aligned with his upper chest.

That's when I first see it.
My missing piece.
His hand the top curve, and the jagged edge at the bottom, the mirror piece to my soulmate pendant.

Maybe his was similar - he'd found his soulmate.

I turn back to her, to see hers.
She wasn't wearing it.

He must have felt my eyes piercing holes into his chest and glorious, chiselled face.
He sensed it too, perhaps.

I take out my pendant from under my top, letting it hang loosely as I waited for his to find change.
He looked up, our eyes meeting.

„Im sorry" he says, i shrug and he turns to the girl. „Babe , please could you grab the cash I left in the Car" he says, handing her the keys.
She glances at me, and walks out. She knows.

I see him looking at my pendant. I look at his.

„She'll be looking for some time" he mutters, „there's no money in the car, he's the 7.50" he says, grinning.
I stare at him, taking the money.

„Um look, i just happened to notice your.."
„Necklace" he cut me off.
„Theyre. Theyre the same, but you've found yours!" I say, taking mine off to give to him.
He matched them up.
They fit together like bricks and concrete. A secure match.

„She never wears it." he said,"the initials are engraved in the back, and hers are the right letters. She said hers was the same shape."

„You're.."
He cuts me off again, „g.d?"
I nod, puzzled.
„grayson Dolan" he says, extending a hand.

„y/f/i y/l/i" he says, grazing his pendant.
„Y/n y/l/n" I say, blushing.
„Hers are the same letters. But have to be the wrong shape" he mutters to himself, „you're my soul mate?" his eyes now big.
He takes his receipt, grabbing the pen out of my hand, and scribbles down his number.
„We have to get coffee, you're the love of my life!" he says, beaming.
I laugh, still shocked, „sure" I say, taking the reciept, and folding it my back pocket.

The door Chimes Open, interrupting me and my mystery mans moment.
„There's no change" the girls, the liars, voice pipes up,
„Oh no it was in my back pocket" he says, laughing.
„Let's go" She says, anger filling her voice. She saw my necklace. She's threatened.
„I'll meet you there" he says, smiling at her, sickeningly fake.

She leaves.

„Let me hear it one more time?" he says.
„What?" i laugh.
„Your Name, it's gorgeous" he smiles, walking away.
„Y/n y/l/n" I beam
„Call me, future wife"
„Will do, grayson dolan" i smile, and he leaves.

Y/n Dolan.
Has a nice ring to it.

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THAT WAS
shite.