Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Bus

*Lotus' P.O.V.*

I'm not sad anymore.

I'm pissed.

The one time I really need her, the ONE TIME I REALLY FUCKING NEED HER!

I start my car and brush the hair out of face with my hands, put the car in drive, and I'm off.

How could she do this to me. I'm still so confused. Was this her plan the whole time? To hook up with Brandon? Why did she even want me to go?!

I'm distracted from my thoughts as I look at my tattoo, it's turning into a lighter shade of blue every second I drive away from Brandon's.

I don't care.

How could I possibly care about something so irrelevant in a time like this.

Here I am, driving, drinks still in my body, my ex boyfriend and best friend fucking in his bed, what is going on!

Wait where am I going? I can't go home like this! I need to go somewhere, anywhere but home.

I quickly spin my car around, not caring about anything in my path i destruct. Luckily I don't hit anything, and I'm on my way back towards Brandon's, the last place I want to be near right now.

"I can't believe this right now!" I yell, knowing that nobody can hear me, slamming my fist on the wheel.

The tears are streaming down my face now, again.

Gosh why am I such a cry baby right now!

I hate this!

I finally get to the other entrance of Brandon's neighborhood, and turn right out of it.

So many thoughts rushing around my head. Why would she do something like this to me? Where is my soulmate? Why is he in South Dakota? Why is Brandon doing this to me? Why is my tattoo burning right now?

Wait...

"AHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs as the dark blue tattoo starts to burn more then it did when it first lit up. My eyes are shut, not even on the road, and I know that if I don't want to get into an accident then I have to look at the road.

I look on the road, my vision blurry, and I see a huge...

Bus?

Why is there a tour bus driving this late at night In South Dakota of all places?

Why am I thinking about this stupid tour bus I'm in so much pain.

I pass the tour bus, as it passes me as well, and as if magic, my tattoo stops hurting, it doesn't hurt anymore.

Oh my god what is going on!!!

I'm looking at my tattoo, running my fingers over it, the light not making any pain on my hands at all. I'm breathing heavier then ever after what had just happened. Why this tattoo? Are these two swallow birds joining together? Are they soulmates? Gosh, my mind is in a million different places right now.

And that's when everything went white and my body was crushed.