Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Odd

Harry's P.O.V.

It can't be her.

There's no way.

But I see blue on her chest.

It's her.

I feel myself start to walk towards her, and she turns around, slamming the door behind her.

I pick up my pace, now in a full sprint.

Why is she running away?

Why is she here?!

I open the door and follow her down the hallway, she's fast.

Why is she running away from me when she knows we're soul mates?

I need to get her to stop.

"Just wait! Please. I won't touch you." I state, hoping she will stop at the statement.

And she does.

I feel my heart break as she stops, just because I said I wouldn't touch her.

Part of me is telling me to run up and grab her, all her feelings of hate washing away. Why does she hate me?

Now the other part of me is taking over. What did I do wrong? Absolutely nothing, we don't even know each other!

"Turn around." Is all I say. If she wants to play games, I can play too.

She doesn't budge.

It's her.

"What did I do?" I ask, sadly.

I am sad.

I'm very sad.

Why is she doing this to me?

I've been waiting my whole life for the moment that I touch my soulmate, all of our feelings towards each other growing inside us in that split second magically, I have pictured it in my head many times, but with her standing here, not wanting anything to do with me, I start to wonder.

Will I ever get to be with my soul mate?

She laughs a little and shakes her head side to side.

"How does it feel being run away from? Must suck." And she runs off.

I feel my heart sink.

This is why she's doing this?

There's no way.

Something so stupid setting her off!?

What's wrong with her?!

I feel my fist clench and suddenly collide with the cement wall next to me, causing my skin in my knuckles to break and seep blood through them.

I don't even care.

I know of people who have never met there soul mate.

Or have been rejected by them.

But I'd never thought that would be me.

I'm going to be by myself forever.

Of course, I'm allowed to marry someone else, but I don't want to.

I want her.

I want my soul mate.

I feel tears build up in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.

I turn around and walk back to where I was before, by myself and looking at the arena, just like she was.

She's beautiful.

I haven't even gotten to see her close up, I can just tell.

Hell, I don't even know her name!

I wonder what it is.

I close my eyes and get her out of my head.

I try to at least.

I get back into the arena area and walk back into the stage. I walk up the stairs and as soon as I'm on the stage, I lay down and look at the ceiling.

I don't know what I'm doing, and to be honest I really don't care.

Is there someone else in her life?

Does she like someone else?

Why is she on tour with us?

All the puzzle pieces start to fit together as I sit up right where I am and look into the air.

She's seeing someone on our crew for the tour.

Who could it be?

I shake my head and laugh at the thought.

There's no way someone would see her tattoo that is identical to mine and not tell me.

Then again, how is she just walking around with it out and not a person has said anything to me?

This all seems a bit odd.

I rub my eyes as I begin to grow a head ache. I might as well go into our dressing room and catch up on a few hours of sleep.

Maybe I'll get her off of my mind, but I know I won't get the fact that she's on this tour with all of us and nobody has said anything to me off of my mind for sure.