You're My Rose (Niam Soulmate AU) (Boyxboy)

Prologue

Niall's P.O.V:

I hated it. 

The idea that we had no choice as to when or who we fell in love with. What aggravated me the most was how everyone else seemed to respect it so much. Their lives were like an eternal stage of waiting until they finally found 'the one'. Except, they didn't. Because it wasn't them who essentially decided it.

You see, I was born with a tattoo of a seed, just like everyone else. Over time, the tattoo would grow, to form a plant, and when I found my soulmate, the plant would blossom into a rose. Everyone's rose was different, but we were all stuck with the (what I saw more as the government's) stamp of love  once it appeared.

Even though I was no different, I treated the situation unlike anyone else. All around me, people were waiting, running around like the rabbit from Alice In Wonderland, like time was running. It was as if they had no choice, but then again, I guess they didn't. I hated the fact that this one thing inflicted upon me could just dominate my life. 

So I covered it.

I hid my tattoo with a white bandage, topped with wristbands and bracelets. My mother would change my bandage every two days, while I looked away. I was very grateful that she understood my choice, it meant that she never revealed what my tattoo looked like.

The last time I had seen it, I was thirteen. It was just a small seed, but broken apart, with a small shoot, outlined with a shade of green. I remember the day I realized that I didn't want to be told how near I was to meeting my soulmate. I didn't want to be told whether I had met them yet, or whether they were laced in the events of my future. 

I wanted a choice. 

I remember I looking at my wrist in disgust and bursting into tears, my mother had heard me and walked into my room. She questioned my crying form, and I could hardly recall how I worded my reply, but somehow she understood, and came up with the plan of how to keep it covered.

I clearly remember when I walked into school the very next morning, and everyone's eyes looked from my wrist to my face, from my wrist to my face, and repeated the procedure in disbelief. If they were in a cartoon, their eyes would be popping out. I was hated at first, but people soon got over it as they realised they had more important things to worry about. 

My life was continued to be just fine, absolutely fine. But then one day, a certain brunette boy knocked over not only me, but my feelings too.

Liam Payne.

~A/N: Omg I'm sorry, that was the most terrible prologue ever, but I just wanted to start this story and to be honest, I don't think writing it later would make it any better, sorry. Also, this is an AU, so yes, there may be slight questioning ideas in the plot, just bear with me. Hope you liked the (not great, I think) prologue, thank you so much for reading! ~