Imprinted → lashton [book one]

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A/N: Hello! Now, this is my first Luke and Ashton fanfiction, and I'm pretty proud of this chapter. Every now and then I will be switching P.O.V.s, but for now, its on Luke's, so yeah. I guess enjoy?

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Luke's P.O.V.

Ever since you're born, you're imprinted with a small timer on your arm. A timer that's continuously counting down, counting down until you meet your soul-mate.

Many people have different experiences with them. Sometimes they break, and you never meet them. Sometimes they mess up and you're too early, or too late. Fear is always with me about these errors. My life cannot mess up, no, not now.

I look down at my timer. My breath hitches as the number shrinks.

152.58.6.

152.58.5.

152.58.4.

152.58.3.

I look away as an attempt to calm my sick feeling stomach. How is it only one week? How is it only one week until I meet my soul-mate? The entire 17 years of my existence have lead up to this moment. Why am I so nervous? Is it even nerves? Is it that I'm scared? Is this a strange way to feel excited? Where your knees lock up, a lump forms in your throat, staying up at night with thoughts that it might not even happen.

I don't know what it is, but I look anywhere but my timer, to keep my mind away from the large numbers, slowly turning into small ones.

I look around the crowded room I'm stood in, loud, obnoxious people pushing pasting each other, chatting to the person behind them. My friend and I, Calum, stood quietly, watching them. He never talks about his time. I think he gets more nervous about it than anyone. He's always giving his timer nervous glances, as if it could go off any second.

I look at my timer again, instantly regretting my decision.

152.56.10.

The fear rushes back. How have 2 minutes passed? We look at each other, his smile bright. "A week, eh?" I nod, letting out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. His chuckle makes me look back at the crowd. "So, what do you think they're going to be like?" I shake my head. It's the truth. I had no idea what they would be like.

I nibble at my lip ring. What if they don't like that? The way every time I get nervous I bite at my lip ring? What if they don't even like my lip ring? "Oh, come on, Luke. I'm sure they're going to be amazing. Just like you." I smile at him. "Thank you, Calum." We look at the crowd.

A small-framed girl and a brown-haired boy look at each other then at the timers on their wrists. They walked to each other. I can't help but smile at how shy both of them were. I wondered how I would react when I met them. Would I spring into a conversation? Would I stare at them, hoping they walk up? Would we both stay quiet until one of use decides to say a word?

The two teenagers hug after a few minutes. I'm grinning like an idiot now. Will that ever be me? I look at Calum, who is obviously thinking the same thing. We're now grinning at each other knowingly.

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146.35.03.

I lie in bed quietly, staring at the plain white ceiling. I look around filled my wall. Paramore, Panic! At The Disco, One Direction (Calum's favorite band), Sleeping with Sirens and Ed Sheeran posters are everywhere. I smile to myself, remembering the times Calum and I would scream out lyrics to our favorite posters. He would always sing to the Harry Styles one while I'd dance in front of the Brendon Urie one.

I stand up, looking at the small alarm clock on my bed-side table. 12:30. I sigh, why does it feel like its nighttime when it's only noon? I look at my phone, 3 missed texts. I roll my eyes when I see they're all from Michael Clifford.

Hey, bro. What was homework? -MC

Dude, seriously, I NEED to know!! I can't fail!! -MC

Why do you and Calum hate me? -MC.

I laugh; the poor person whose time matches his. I jump when my phone vibrates again. Calum.

do u wanna go 2 the park or somethin? Im bored -CH

I roll my eyes at his poor grammar, quickly sending back:

Alright, mate. -LH