Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Gone

*Harry's P.O.V.*

My chest Is burning, I'm trying to sing Once in a Lifetime, our slowest song on the album, it's supposed to be heartfelt, but the only thing I feel are my tattoos burning.

It's my solo and I try my hardest, still fanning the crowd for a bright tattoo on some girls chest.

Bright eyes.

Black and blue face.

Stitches outlining her jaw.

A dark purple cast holding her right arm in place.

Who is this girl?

I try not to grow distracted, and keep singing my lines, but she's gorgeous, I can't take my eyes off of her, no matter how hard I try. I notice everything about her. Her brown hair, her multi colored eyes, looking blue, green or gold depending on the light that hits them, her lips a beautiful light pink color, matching her cheeks. I study everything about her, even the two...the two black patches.....oh my gosh.

Her hands reach up to her chest, as she peels them off, as if she could read my mind and my heart stops.

What I see doesn't just stop my whole body from moving, but even the singing coming from my mouth.

I have waited my whole life for this day. Ive dreamt of what this girl looks like, and she is no disappointment, not at all.

Two beautiful swallow birds occupy most of her chest, I'd never thought I would see such a dark blue so bright in my life.

She smirks, her eyes looking at me, waiting for me to come over and touch her, our tattoos turning a bright red and us living happily ever after.

And you have no idea how much I want that.

But how much management doesn't.

I'm not allowed to touch her.

I'm not allowed to touch my soulmate in any way.

"I...I don't feel so good." I say into my microphone, running off the stage feeling as if I'm going to throw up.

I'm so lost.

She's mine, I know for a fact that the beautiful beat up girl in front row is mine.

And I can't fucking do anything about it.

"Harry, get back on that stage now." I hear Paul say, one of our body guards.

"Paul, you don't understand..." He cuts me off before I can even say anything.

"I saw her, you know the rules and the contract, get back out there now."

I think to myself, about the contract.

Shit.

I'm not allowed to react if I see my soulmate so the fans still think that we're datable.

This is heart wrenching.

I get that, I get that the fans want a chance, but they all have their soulmates too, wouldn't they understand? All they really want is for us to be happy, right? Being with my soul mate would make me happy, why isn't this okay? Why did I ever sign that contract? How will I ever find her after the contract Is up? Will she still live here?

My mind starts to wander, how did she get all those bruises and breaks?

I know that I must go back out there to continue the show, no matter how hard it is to look at her and not be able to do anything about it.

I turn around, fists clenched, and walk back out on stage. Angrier and sadder then I've ever been in my life.

"All better, nothing a little medicine can't fix!" I yell to the fans, acting the happiest I can.

The crowd screams as I return and I dart my eyes over to where my girl was standing.

And she's gone.

Just like that.

She's gone forever.