Timeless || All Stories

25 || Meant To Be

Soulmate AU

in which the words your soulmate first say to you are tattooed on your wrist

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I know this is a few days late, but this is a bonus Christmas gift to my amazing best friend hdnprplflwrs

Merry Christmas sis 💚❤️💚❤️
Ilytme ;)

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"Im just saying it's a possibility," Aurora concludes through a mouthful of Cheez-its. "And who knows, today could even be the day."

Saoirse rolls her eyes jokingly at her best friend's optimism, huffing dramatically as she sets the heavy bag of camera equipment down after walking up two flights of stairs.

Aurora was hired by an up and coming boy band's manager to be their official photographer for their six month tour. The record label hoped that Aurora's popular status could help to promote the boys and their careers.

She agreed, of course, but only if they hired Saoirse as the official stylist. The manager had readily agreed, willing to heed her every request if it meant she would take the job.

Their current conversation, however, has nothing to do with the job. Instead, it focuses on their tattoos - the internationally known soulmate tattoos everyone is born with on their wrists.

Aurora firmly believes that their tattoos are connected - as in, when one of them meets their soulmate, the other is bound to not long after.

It makes sense in a weird sort of way. If she thought about it, Saoirse could see how it seems as though they're tattoos co-exist in the same situation. But she isn't about to tell Aurora that; the girl happens to enjoy their playful arguments.

"The odds of our tattoos being connected and it happening today are infinitesimally small," Saoirse argues. "There's a better chance of us mee-"

The side doors to the small venue are thrown open, cutting her off as five teenage boyband their manager loudly make their presence known.

"Thank Thor these guys are pretty," Aurora sighs in relief. "It's so much harder to take pictures when they're ugly."

Saoirse giggles, nudging her side with her elbow so she won't say anything else offensive as the group comes to a stop in front of the duo.

"Here's the box of Cheez-its you requested," the manager says, handing over the red box before gesturing to the boys behind him. "Gentleman, this is Aurora Daniels and Saoirse Carnaghan, your new photographer and stylist. Ladies, this is Drew, Chance, Michael, Brady, and Sergio, the members of In Real Life."

The boys politely wave as their manager presses a phone to his ear and walks away, leaving them alone with each other for the next two hours. Aurora wastes no time in taking charge, immediately bossing them around and arranging them into the perfect poses.

Saoirse claims one of the comfy theater-like seats in the front row of the venue as Aurora shepherds everyone else up onto the stage, knowing better than to interrupt or be in the way when she's in her creative zone. She props her chin up against the palm of her hand, admiring the way the outfits she designed fit the members perfectly.

She had two goals when it came to the outfits - to make them stylish and to have each one represent the individual's taste.

Having yet to personally meet the band, Saoirse didn't have a lot to go on when she first started the project. So, she did the only reasonable thing and stalked their Instagrams to figure out their fashion tastes. It resulted in her accidentally liking several old photos, learning way too much about them, and five outfits each boy seems to love.

Besides, maybe knowing that Drew always posts his photos at three in the afternoon or that Chance's kid's favorite superhero is Spiderman could come in handy one day.

The main doors of the venue slam open and five new boys come sprinting down the aisle, appearing to be in some sort of race with each other as they successfully scare Saoirse out of her thoughts.

Aurora whirls around, nearly falling off the stage as she fixes the newcomers with a glare terrifying enough to rival Medusa's. The group stumble to a halt, sharing worried looks before nervously making eye contact with the angry woman.

Saoirse giggles, clasping a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound. The boy closest to her, with adorably tousled brown hair and blue eyes that remind her of Lucas Friar, hears the melodic sound and glances over, offering a perfectly whitened smile.

A sixth person, this one a woman and whom Saoirse assumes is the one in charge of the raucous boys, comes down the aisle moments later. Pushing past the group, she offers Aurora an apologetic shrug.

"I'm sorry about them," she says, not sounding very sorry at all. "They just got so excited when I told them they're opening act is in here that I just couldn't stop them."

"It's alright," Aurora hisses between gritted teeth, causing both of the groups to shuffle nervously. "But if it happens again, there's only going to be one act. Understood?"

Despite the fact that she's speaking solely to the manager, all of the boys nod sheepishly and turn on their heels in unison to shuffle back out the doors. A faint rustling can be heard with each step the curly haired boy takes and Saoirse braces herself for a murder as she catches sight of the familiar red box he's attempting to conceal.

Aurora hears it too and it doesn't take long for her to notice what's missing.

"HOLD THE FUCK UP!" She yells, dropping her expensive camera without a second thought and jumping off of the stage. "GET BACK HERE, YOU CHEEZ-IT STEALING BITCH!"

Aurora tackles the boy, causing him to shriek indignantly as all of his friends jump away from the threat. The Cheez-its box flies out of his grasp and the two struggle against each other on the ground.

"WAIT!" He cries out desperately, straining against Aurora's weight as she pins him down. "YOU'RE MY SOULMATE, ASSHOLE!"

Saoirse gasps, watching as her friend's entire demeanor changes in seconds. She's unable to focus on it for too long though, because the empty seat next to her is claimed by the Lucas Friar lookalike.

"Is she always like this?" He questions, barely suppressing a laugh.

Saoirse struggles to keep her jaw from dropping, not having expected the sentence she's seen her entire life to come out of his mouth. She doesn't even bother to double-check her wrist, knowing the words by heart after spending days upon days fantasizing about the person that could say them.

It takes an embarrassingly long moment for her to realize she hasn't answered her soulmate.

"You learn to love it."

The boy's eyes widen comically as he comes to the same realization. His hand subconsciously flies to his wrist as he struggles to wrap his mind around the fact that the beautiful girl in front of him is his soulmate.

"I'm Jonah," he finally introduces himself, holding his hand out.

"I'm Saoirse," she answers, blushing furiously as she placed her hand in his and he kisses it.

"OW! WHY'D YOU FUCKING BITE ME?"

"YOU TOOK MY CHEEZ-ITS, DIPSHIT!"