symbol | h.s

"Your symbol, it's lighting up!" I shouted whilst pointing at his wrist, "Harry, why is your wrist lighting up?" I felt the nerves shoot through my body in panic.

"Your wrist is lighting up too!" Harry shouted back, pointing at the small symbol, "Holy shit, are we-"

"No, no, no," I cut him off, walking backwards, "No possible way."

There is no fucking way that Harry Styles is my soulmate.