Soul Mates

Chapter Eight

The lads and I joke about the most random things, walking back to the hotel room. We somehow all got our shirts wet-blame Niall-, so we decided to go back, shirtless. Harry opens the door, as we file in and continue joking.

We silence immediately, seeing a short, timid- and shy-looking girl, behind Paul, to his left. She has long, brunette hair, tan skin, sparkling brown eyes, and black glasses. She's short, and looks to be only nineteen, if that. Yet, she has an aura about her that screams mature. Her eyes run over our faces, studying them. When she gets to me, our eyes meet, and she swiftly looks away.

"Reagan, these are the lads. Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Louis Tomlinson," he points at each of us as he goes.

She shakes hands with us, saying in a beautiful Southern accent "It sure is a pleasure to meet y'all." Reagan glances at the wrists of the lads, grimacing at Harry and Liam's watches. By the time I'm shaking her hand, she must've gained some static electricity, because as our hands make contact, a shock runs through my hand. She pulls her hand away, and fast. "Sorry," she murmurs.

"So lads, Reagan's going to get you outfits for your concert, and we'll see how that goes." After Paul says that, Lux runs out, latching on to Harry.

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"So, Louis, Reagan, eh?" Niall raises his eyebrows suggestively, after Lou, Lux, and Reagan had left, and Paul had gone into the kitchen.

I scoff. "No, why would you even think that?"

"Maybe the fact your tattoo is 'Reagan T.', and you didn't speak the entire time?" Harry butts in.

"I'm just tired," I try. Harry shakes his head.

Liam states "When Zayn met Perrie, he was really shy. Now, we know he's sort of shy, but not that much. He could barely talk with her around him."

Zayn finishes "Yeah, and somehow, before I saw it, I knew. I knew we were soul mates."

"Well, I didn't think that. So we aren't."

"But-" Harry starts.

I cut him off "We aren't." He sighs, and shakes his head.

What if we are?

I mentally shake my head. We aren't.

Soon, she comes back, and I find myself gazing at her again. Weird. When Lou leaves the room, she nervously looks at us. Liam starts a conversation with, which seems to ease her a bit. It also starts a mini-argument between Harry and Niall, and then a round of jinx between Liam and Harry. Again. Reagan just giggles, causing me to blush slightly and my heart to beat faster.

"They tend to do this a lot," I tell her. She freezes, and blushes, looking at me. "It's hard to believe they're in their twenties. They act like nine- and ten-year olds," I grin. Her blush brightens. She's so cute when she blushes

What?

Anyways, Lux then comes out, and twirls around in an adorable striped dress. Harry compliments her, and she goes back in.

By the time Lux shows us her final outfit, Reagan is sitting between Liam and Zayn. She seems comfortable around Zayn, and a bit so around Niall and Liam. I get her slight hesitance with Niall; he's loud, insane, and downright weird. But I don't get it with Liam, or the fact she's uncomfortable around Harry. I watch as her eyes find Harry and Liam's watches. She looks at the metallic accessories, disappointment covering her features.

Oh.

Her eyes gaze at my own wrist. I suddenly feel a burning sensation under my watch, making me want to rip it off.