Soulmate Tattoo (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

White Light

Lotus's P.O.V.

What do we do?

If we walk out of this room, we will be killed.

I think about Caroline's comment.

"See you around." I say out loud, standing up over Kurt's unconscious body.

"What?" Harry asks, facing me.

"They all know I was supposed to die, even your stylist Caroline and Lou, the make up girl!"

He shakes his head, but I just nod.

"Harry, that's what she said, sarcastically and Kurt got mad! I now know why!"

I begin to feel like I'm going to pass out, but not because of this information, the blood loss.

It's been a really long time that I've been bleeding.

I look to my hand, blood still pouring out of it.

"Harry, you need to go, then I'll follow behind and we will get out of here, go on the second tour bus. We can go, be together forever. Just please, I need to get to a hospital before this pill kicks in. It's a blood thinner."

I know that the pill already kicked in.

But he doesn't.

The blood is pouring out of me faster then before.

He looks confused and overwhelmed, then nodding and walking about of the room.

That could be the last time I see him.

I stand up on the bed and grab the bloody comforter, wrapping the bloody thing around me, making sure the bloody side is facing me.

I turn off the light and open the door, and begin running over to the exit point.

"Lottie, where's Kurt?" Sam asks me, confused as to what I'm wearing.

"He's in that room, he told me to go change real quick because I was getting too many looks as he says." And with that and a convincing smile, Sam waves me off.

This is going to work.

This is going to work.

I run out the door and book it to my tour bus, ignoring the burning sensation from my wounds.

I feel tears in my eyes.

I'm getting out of here.

I'm actually leaving.

And with the love of my life.

"Where do you think you're going."

No.

I see the tour bus.

I see harry in the driving seat.

It's so close.

I don't stop running when I feel a searing pain in my back.

"Hurts being stabbed in the back doesn't it? Both metaphorically and physically."

I turn to see Kurt, limping.

I'm on my side, bleeding out everywhere.

He woke up.

Of course he woke up, right at my chance of freedom.

"Hospital." I rasp out, now unable to speak I'm so weak, as Kurt picks me up in a cradle position.

"Don't worry about that." He says.

My head is hanging over his arm, and I see harry smiling.

I want him.

I need him.

He's waiting for me.

And I'll never see him again.

I'm going to die tonight.

This is the last time I'll ever see Harry.

My head is still upside down, facing harry, I feel tears come out of my now blurry eyes, partially from the tears now clouding my vision, but mostly because I'm about to die.

I'm about to die.

I've always had nightmares of the day I go.

I still see Harry, I'm not going to take my eyes off of him until he's out of view.

This can't be it.

Is this really it?

I begin to grow tired, white light taking over all around me.

Harry is out of sight.

That was the last time I would see the love of my life.

His beautiful smile was ear to ear, waiting for me to join him, living together, learning about each other.

I will never legally buy a drink at a bar.

I will never see Ellery again.

I will never get to watch my younger sister grow old.

I will never graduate high school.

I will never go to college.

I will never have my father walk me down the aisle.

I will never be married.

I will never have children.

I'm dying at 18.

18 fucking years old.

There is so much out there i have yet to experience, yet here I am.

The white light takes over until I can't make out anything except it.

"Goodbye Lotus."

And with those words from Kurt, I feel a tear slip down my cheek and blood still pouring out of my body.

Good bye lotus.