Shades Of Styles

"Sorry Love"

A/N: seeing a trend on tik tok where people have the "when you turn 16 the first thing your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist" so I'm turning it into an imagine. (Except we're doing 18 for the age)

12 hours to go, I'm getting nervous. I've felt like the day would never come. Staring down at my wrist everyday for the past 10 years, wondering what will say.
When they told us about this in 3rd grade, at first I didn't really care much but when I met new people after that, I always wondered if it was that person and I met them early. I threw that theory out when my mother explained to me that no ones soulmate is official until they see the writing on their wrist when they turn 18. Well, at 12 am, I'll get to finally figure it out.
Its been so hard to concentrate on anything for the past month because each other I get closer and closer. I mean, finding out what it is won't make it any better because then I'll constantly wonder who it will be and wait for the word-or words.

50 seconds. I'm so nervous, I feel 1000 butterfly's flying around inside me and the clock seems to be ticking forever.
40 seconds. I wonder what his name will be. I wonder what he'll look like-what he'll sound like-how we'll meet.
30 seconds. I hope it's a unique meeting. I mean-what if the word is Hello. Every time I meet someone, I'll wonder if that them.
20 seconds. I hope I won't have to wait long. I don't expect to meet him tomorrow but I hope I don't have to wait until I'm 29, like my mother and father. I can't believe they had to wait over a decade to find each other.
10 seconds. The butterflies in my stomach are fuller now and I feel like a could puke. I'm in a room surrounded by my friends and family after celebrating my birthday a day early and all I can think about is what words will appear on my wrist. My best friend got "No." She hates it but I always remind her that it'll be the first time she'll hear the word and actually want to have heard it.
3 seconds. I look down at my wrist in anticipation and so does everyone else, when we watch the words appear, "Sorry Love." The words appear on my wrist and I gulp. What could that mean? What will the context be?

"Sorry, love." My mother says the words out loud. "It's better then what I got-"Nope." She says as she looks to my father.

"What? Yours was "is this yours?"" He laughs. I look from my parents back to my wrist and stare at the words. "Sorry love." I don't know if I'm upset or not. I don't even know what I was expecting...

I9 Years Old

"Hello. I was wondering you all had an opening today?" I ask the person on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry-" my heart races. Could this be it? "No we don't." He finishes saying and I sigh.

20 Years Old

"Can I get change for a 10." I ask the cashier, holding out a 10 dollar bill.

"Sorry-" my heart races and I stare at him for a moment. "I don't have any 5s right now. Will 1 dollar bills work?" He asks and I nod my head in silence. I know it's only been 2 years but I'm anxious.

21 Years Old

"Would you like to try our new special?" I ask my customer from behind the bar.

"Sorry-" he begins and I nearly jump out of my shoes. This guy is cute so I'm really hoping he says love. "I couldn't hear you. What?" He finishes and I feel like a deflated balloon.

22 Years Old

"I'm starting to think I'll never meet him." I tell my best friend Jesse as she sits across from me. She met her soulmate 2 years ago. We were at the mall and it was crowded. He was sitting at a table, headphones in and Jesse grabbed the chair and asked him "Is this seat taken?" And he said "No." She overlooked it for a second and then he said wait and held his wrist out to her and low and behold his wrist said "is this seat taken." She cried and I did too. It was really fun to witness. Now she's planning her wedding.

"You will. That's the whole point of the wrist thing. To help you find them. So what if it isn't now. It will happen." She encourages me and I nod. I sigh before I am bumped by a stranger and I look up at the person.

"Sorry hun." He says and I groan.

"(Y/N) that guy was like 60." Jesse laughs.

"I know, it just seems like everywhere I turn I hear that word and I get anxious. No matter who it is. That word is ruined for me." I explain.

23 Years Old

I wake up to my alarm going off and I sigh. I do not want to go to work today. I'm so over that building. I miss being a bartender. It was so fun and I met great people everyday. Curse my degree. I turn my alarm off and close my eyes for a second.

I wake up a second time to my phone going off. My eyes shoot open and I grab my phone, noting that I'm an hour late for work and I groan. It's my boss.

"(Y/N). Why aren't you here?" He asks as I race around my room looking for clothes.

"Sorry. I overslept. I'm getting ready now." I explain in a rushed tone.

"You have half an hour to be at your desk or your getting wrote up." He explains and I then hang up.
Once I'm as presentable as I can be I grab my purse and race to my car. It refuses to start and I remember I accidentally left the light on last night.

"Fuck!" I shout and slap my head. I step out of my car and over to the side of the street  to try and hail down a taxi. I wave for a few minutes before one slows down next to me. I put my hand on the handle at the same time someone else does and I pull away.

"Sorry Love." He stumbles and I shake my head, looking up to him.

"No, it's fine." I tell him and then I realize what he just said. "Did you say-?" We both ask the same time and then hold our wrists up. He reads mine as I read his. "No, it's fine." His wrist reads and I feel the breath leave my body as I stare at the man in front of me. A brown mop of hair placed on his head, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill. He's beyond gorgeous.

"Harry." He says his name while I try to remember how to breath."

"(Y/-) I stutter. "(Y/N)." I say and his smile gets even bigger. He opens the door for me and allows me to get in and then he sits in as well.

"Can I take you to lunch?" He asks and I just nod, knowing I'll be even more late but I don't care because it's him.