Daniel Seavey Imagines

You're mine

At eighteen years old, I expected to have found my soulmate - all of my friends had found theirs so why not me? All my friends were over the moon when they discovered they had the same tattoo as someone else, falling instantly in love. But, here I am. Alone. Single. Slightly depressed. Story of my life though, am I right?

"C'mon!" My best friend, Carrie said to me. I was sat on my bed, watching as she tried to persuade me to go to some party. She was failing.

"I don't want too." I told her, looking at her as she glared at me, her red hair falling into her face as she slighed angrily. I watched as she carefully placed her hair behind her ear, still glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead for sure.

"And why not, y/n?" She asked. "You like parties. Your best friend, Lisa, is throwing this party. You love her house because of how big it is. You love hanging out with her and me and all our friends. Why could you possibly not want to go?"

I shrugged. "I'm not in the mood to be partying."

"That's very unlike you. You better have a valid reason otherwise I'm forcing you to go."

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because I'm going to spend all night dancing by myself as you play tonsil hockey with Johnny. There will be boys there who know I'm single and try to talk to me, but I don't want too."

"Is this about the soulmate thing?" Carrie scoffed. I rolled my eyes at her, shrugging in response. "You do realise you are not the only eighteen year old who doesn't know who their soulmate is, right?"

"That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"I -"

"You don't have one." Carrie said sighing. "Good, so now you don't have a valid reason to come to this party. Pick an outfit out, get ready and let's get going."

I huffed loudly, walking over to my closet. I knew there was going to be no winning this argument with Carrie, she's the most stubborn person I know. I picked my outfit out deciding on some ripped blue jeans, a black bralet and some tan heels. I didn't want to be going to this party so I wasn't necessarily be making an effort with my appearance.

"That's cute." Carrie commented as I began curling my hair. I looked at her through my mirror and glared at her. She only smiled at me in response which made me just that slightly bit more angrier. "I don't know why you're glaring at me. For all you know, you could meet your soulmate at this party tonight. I'm doing you a favour."

"I honestly doubt that, but whatever makes you sleep at night." I replied, beginning to start on my makeup. "Who's even going tonight that I know?"

"Lisa, obviously because it's her house. Max, me, Johnny, Cassandra, Lux, Steven, Michael, Mary, Jenny, Jonah, Corbyn, Christina, Jack, Sydnie, Daniel, Anna, Zach, Lewis, Katie... Do I have to continue?"

I nodded my head at her. "And why exactly is Lisa throwing this party?"

"Why not? Her mom and dad are out of town so she's throwing a party like every cliche teenager in the world."

"Do I have to go?" I whined, turning around in my chair to face Carrie. "I mean, nobody is exactly going to miss me are they?"

"Oh c'mon." Carrie groaned. "Stop being so depressed. Enjoy yourself before you find your soulmate. Just think, my mom and dad didn't find each other until she was twenty-six and he was thirty. Not everything revolves around the one."

"Well it seems like it with you and Lisa and everyone else finding your soulmates. I don't want to be third-wheeling all my life."

"And you won't be. You'll find the one soon, I promise."