Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Sam

Lotus' P.O.V.

I wake up to the sound of the bus moving, today is Friday and tomorrow is the end of tour party.

I sit up in the bed and look around the room, rubbing my eyes to make things clearer.

I get up out of the bed, and walk to the bathroom.

I leave my hair as is, the natural waves cascading my face. I wash my face and brush my teeth.

I put a little bit of mascara on and leave it at that, I don't feel like getting ready, not after everything with Kurt.

I pull off the sweatshirt and gasp at my neck.

Hand prints that are blue and purple wrap around my neck, from Kurt choking me yesterday.

They almost look like hickies on one side.

But the we're not from kissing, at all.

I feel tears build up in my eyes, but I fight them off.

He's not worth the tears.

He didn't mean it, did he?

I'm interrupted with my thoughts when the tour bus stops.

We're here.

I walk back over to my room and open the dresser. I pull on long, army green button up and the black spandex, with some black socks.

I'm not in the mood to get all dressed up.

I walk out of the tour bus and smile at the driver.

Even though he's in on it too.

This is so fucked up.

I keep walking and notice nobody is here, perfect.

I blend in anyway, nobody ever says anything to me except that Zayn guy.

I should've told him everything.

My neck is so unbelievably sore as I walk down a long span of hallways, almost identical to the last.

I know Kurt will be here.

He needs to see this.

I see the familiar doors, and walk to them confidently, hearing voices behind.

I open the door and see exactly who I was expecting.

Kurt.

He turns his gaze from Sam over to me and his eyes grow the widest I've ever seen them.

I start laughing, quietly, and shake my head as well.

"Lotus that's not from me." He states, trying to convince himself he didn't do this to me.

"Yes it fucking is." I state, pulling my hair up with both hands and turning around, modeling my whole neck for him.

"Kurt are you fucking kidding me!?! Tomorrow is the biggest party of the whole tour and you had to do that to her yesterday!? Lou better have some good makeup or you're fucked Kurt!" Sam says, not caring at all about me but only the people who will see it.

Sam walks over to me, rolling his eyes about Kurt.

"Alright Lottie, do you want to go see your dress for tomorrow?" Sam asks me, light in his eyes.

I nod my head happily, trying to annoy Kurt and walk out of the room with Sam.

"You're dress is sexy Lottie!" He says excitedly, weirding me out a little.

I nod and laugh a little to him, not in the mood to be mean to him.

We get into this little area and stop in front of a door.

"You're going to be great at this."

And with that he opens the door.