Soulmates - Zouis Oneshot#2

Soulmates

Everybody in the world had a soul mate. There was not one person who did not have a soul mate. Some waited to meet their soul mate and were excited to spend the rest of their lives with them. Whereas some couldn't give a fuck about it. They believed that when the time would be right, the universe will pull them to their soul mate on its own. They believed that it was no point being excited all day thinking that you will finally meet your soul mate and then being disappointed when you couldn't.

The first words that your soul mate ever said to you was tattooed on your body and all you had to do was to wait for the person to say those magical words.

Zayn Malik was not excited to meet his soul mate. Not at all. In fact, Zayn wanted to cause the same pain to his soul mate that he experienced all his life.

Now, people usually loved their tattoos. But, Zayn did not. Not even a little bit. The first words that his soul mate was ever going to say to him were, 'Fuck you!' Since those were the first words his soul mate would ever say to him, he was often bullied.

All throughout middle school and high school, Zayn was constantly bullied, despite his bad boy/cool guy persona. All the bullies just reminded him that he wasn't worth it and that even his own soul mate did not want him.

It did get into Zayn's head and now he only wished to cause pain to his soul mate. His soul mate, who gave him the worst soul mark ever.

His family – who tried their best to not say anything or show any kind of emotion towards Zayn's soul mark – had also, unintentionally, bullied Zayn about his soul mark. It caused a lot of late night crying sessions and a lot of reassurance from his best friend, Liam that he was, in fact, worth everything in the world.

Now, he was twenty-five years of age and had completely given up on love or finding his soul mate. He simply just stopped giving a fuck about it. He couldn't care less if his soul mate lived or died.

Zayn sat in his cubicle, trying to finish the report and mail it to his boss before he came screaming at Zayn. But he was too tired.

Zayn stretched his back and muttered to himself, "Uh, I need a coffee,"

He got up from his chair and put on his blazer. He turned to his work buddy, Harry Styles. They joined the firm together and had hit it off instantly.

"Harold, you coming?" Zayn asked Harry.

Harry gave him a confused look and said, "Where?"

"For a damn coffee. I really shouldn't have stayed up last night trying to finish that damn good book."

"Did you finish the damn good book?"

"No."

Harry laughed and said, "Well, I have way too much work to do, so, you go ahead, mate."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. Now, scoot, skedaddle!" Harry shooed a laughing Zayn away.

Zayn walked out of his office and walked where the elevators were. He pressed the button and waited patiently. A few more people had come and waited with him, some talking on the phone or to each other or gave a little smile to Zayn to be polite.

When the elevator arrived, all of them went in quietly and clicked the floor they wanted to go. Zayn stood in the corner, listening to the woman standing beside him.

"No, I don't care, Charlotte! I want the damn report today!" the woman almost yelled to the person she was talking to.

A few people exchanged looks and the woman yelled in the phone again, "I don't care if your mother is in the damn hospital! That is your personal problem! I want that report today before six!"