Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Change of Heart

*Lotus' P.O.V.*

"I don't think she's right for the job!"

I hear murmuring.

"It was just a little mishap Kurt don't get your panties in a bunch, she will be fine."

I recognize the voices, but don't dare open my eyes, wanting to hear the rest of this conversation.

I keep my breathing at its normal pace, not wanting to draw any attention.

"Stabbing a client in the head with a high heel is not a mishap! That's fucked up! We've gotta send her home!"

I want to jump up with joy at this sudden remark, I might get go home.

"Oh, so you want to send her home and have her go to the police with our names and whereabouts?! We will be in prison for life dumb ass! If you want to get rid of her, kill her."

No. I'm not dying.

Not today.

Not anytime soon.

I'm 18 years old, I still have my whole life ahead of me, this will not happen.

No.

I pretend that I'm just now waking up, rubbing my head, yawning.

I slowly open my eyes, hoping that I have their attention now and realize I'm on the floor of a bus, the tour bus I assume it is.

"Good morning sunshine!" I hear Sam say. I look at him in disgust. He sickens me. Kurt and Sam both look at each other and Sam raises his eyebrows, waiting for Kurt to answer to his last statement about killing me, and all Kurt does is shake his head. Sam nods, "then train her with the information I've given you." He states, like I'm some type of dog. And with that, Sam leaves us alone.

"How could you." I spit, looking at Kurt, not feeling sad at all. I need to learn to stand my ground without backing down,

"Listen Lotus, this business, it's real fucked up...."

I won't let him finish.

"So what now? You're going to train me like some dog? And you think it will work? That I'll just let myself go and have sex with a bunch of guys just so you scumbags get more money!? No!" I state, now getting up off the floor slowly, so I don't get light headed from laying down a long time and the after effect of the drug.

"Lotus, you don't have to do that anymore."

"No, I won't do it! I will not...wait, what?"

I'm confused now, did he just says I don't have to sleep with those disgusting human beings?

"You are now doing something new, sit down." He motions to my bed, I didn't even realize we were in the tour bus room. I take a few steps towards the bed and sit on the end, facing Kurt.

"You have a new job, all you have to do is sell. You just have to carry a few of these pills in a purse or something, look really nice, taunt the guys a little, and get them to buy these. It's simple. No sex." He states, holding up two little baggys filled with the white drug.

I look at him confused.

"What's the catch?" I state.

"There is no catch, I promise, this is all you have to do, and there's only two more parties until the big end of tour one, then, we will see what is in store." He says, his eyes looking promising.

"Okay, well I have a catch." I smirk, knowing what I want, and it's actually not involving harry.

This drug has taken over my life. Rehab helped, it really did. But I can't get over the feeling. Nothing matters when I'm on this. I hate it, but at the same time, I love it, more then anything.

More then any boy, even harry.

"I want the stuff, I'll do what you guys want, I'll sell the stupid things, but I also want my fair share of them." I state, he looks as if he's contemplating it in his head, then nods.

"Fair enough." And with that, he sticks his hand out, waiting for me to shake it.

I shake his hand and smile.

"So now, I'm going to have to show you what to do." He states, "tomorrow, come into the arena, and go to where the party was last night, the boys have three shows here so we have time before the next party." And with that, he leaves my room leaving me by myself to think.

Maybe this won't be so bad.

It's as if in the matter of second my whole view on this has changed.

Maybe it's just better that I never touch harry and just stay in this business.

Maybe I should just let him think I'm gone, gone forever.

I don't need a soulmate, I like being by myself.

I don't need harry.

I need my fix.

The drugs.

That's what I need.