Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Bad Habits

*Lotus' P.O.V.*

It's dark out, and the only light I have are the street lights, buildings around, and my tattoo, getting darker and darker but radiating more light as I get closer to the venue.

I can't deal with this right now! This night is supposed to be about my friend, not me.

I notice that there isn't as much pain as before, I then remember something from the book I read when I was 10.

"The tattoo will soon not hurt as bad as your body gets used to the light." I repeat to myself. That makes sense.

It doesn't hurt as bad, but it sure as hell is distracting. Maybe my soulmate is a 13 year old girl at the one direction concert.

I laugh out loud. I'm in such a good mood.

I pull Into the venue and I'm shocked at how many cars are here. I pay for parking and then try and follow the guys waving glowing light saber things in the direction for my to park. I find a parking spot and quickly get out, locking it behind me.

Gosh this is gaudy I think to myself as I look down to my tattoo.

"Looks like someone's going to be finding their partner tonight." I hear from one of the parking guys. I laugh weakly at him as I notice my tattoo is getting darker and darker as I walk to the arena.

I stop.

Is my soulmate really here at a fucking one direction concert? He likes one direction?

That is going to be a major problem in our relationship. I'm not listening to the boy band all the time!

I laugh at myself, realizing that he's probably just in a near by building, it kind of gives me the shivers thinking about how close I am, I shake it off and go through security, handing the nice lady my ticket and smiling.

"Woah there sweetheart, who did this to you?" The lady genuinely looks worried.

"Car accident." I smile weakly at her before walking into the arena.

My ears immediately hurt as the music travels threw them. But this isn't the boy band that I was expecting to hear...

I walk up to the man in front of a stair case and show him my ticket, he smiles and then looks at my chest.

"Uh, I've never had to do this before, even though I've been trained for it, but you're going to have to put these black patches on your tattoo because it's too bright..." I look at him in shock.

"Whatever hand em' over." I grab the sticky black squares and place one over one bird and the other over the second.

"Your seats are straight down towards the floor and then to the right."

I smile at him and start to walk down the stairs, getting all sorts of looks and gasps.

"Look at her face."
"She's broken her arm."
"Look at all the stitches on her face!"
"What happened to that girl mommy?"

The last one catches my attention as I look over to the girl who is about ten years old, her seahorse tattoo on her wrist, black with no light, catching my eye.

"I'm so sorry." Her mom mouths to me. I just smile at her, letting her know it doesn't offend me and then my gaze to the right and see Ellery.

"Hey there stranger what did I miss?" I say sarcastically acting intrigued.

"LOTUS SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS, I KNOW WHO YOUR..." She's cut off as the whole room goes dark and the screaming girls emerge from their seats.