the soul tattoo - soulmate!luke

six

*I reached 600 followers on my tumblr account, so as a thank you, here's part 6. I hope you like it!

(Your POV)

This is it. The day of the 5sos concert. Saying I was nervous was an understatement. Somehow (Y/F/N) got us pit tickets, so I knew at some point during the concert, Luke would see me.

(Y/F/N) kept telling me that I had to come clean before the concert. She didn't care some red haired modelesque girl was pretending to be Luke's soulmate. All she cared about was for me to be happy with my true soulmate. And I understood where she was coming from, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. I was slowly getting convinced that Luke was happy with his soulmate. I didn't want to get in the way of his happiness. I mean, "if you love something, set it free" right?

"(Y/N) I swear to god, he's gonna find out eventually. If not right now, then maybe tonight at the concert! We have pit tickets for fucks sake. He'll spot you in the crowd and easily know that something is wrong with his soulmate match," (Y/F/N) yelled from the bathroom as we were getting ready for the concert.

I sighed. I was standing in front on my closet trying to figure out what to wear. Even if I didn't see Luke today, (Y/F/N) had a point. I still wanted to look cute af.
I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, watching (Y/F/N) put her make-up on. "(Y/F/N), enough. You're starting to sound like my mom," I said with a sigh.

She throws her eyeshadow brush down on the counter with a loud smack. "Shit, I'm sorry! I just can't stand to see you like this. All of this bullshit isn't fair to you OR Luke. You deserve to be happy and I don't understand why you won't tell him!" She looked at me, a raging look in her eyes. I put my head in my hands. We're silent for a moment.

"Shit, (Y/N). Are you crying?" She gently said. She walked towards me and kneeled in front of me and gently put her hand on my knee. "(Y/N)..."

I looked up at her, tears slowly falling. "He just looks so happy! Who am I to stand in the way of his happiness?" I pause. "If he's happy, then he's happy. Maybe he'll find his way back to me. Until then, I'll just sit here and wait."

"Oh my fucking hell, (Y/N)," she said. She reached up to wipe one of my tears. "You sound like a pissy little girl from a Nicholas Sparks book. Your life isn't one big romantic story. Don't just sit here and wait for things to happen. Take charge of your own damn life for once."

I sat there, looking at (Y/F/N). She was right. She always was. "But even if I were to tell him, what makes you think he'll listen to me? He'll just think I'm faking it just to get his attention now! And what if fake soulmate tries to fight me and say I'm lying?"

(Y/F/N) sighs. "It's a risk you're gonna have to take, love."

I nodded and walked back into my room and just sat on my bed, deep in thought, all of (Y/F/N)'s words running through my brain. I weighed all the possibilities. Tell Luke, and live happily ever after or tell Luke, and have him hate me forever?

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I was completely and utterly lost.

"Do they fucking hide the bathrooms here?" I said aloud to myself. If there was one thing I needed to do at this very moment, it was go to the bathroom.

(Y/F/N) and I had arrived to the venue earlier than expected, so we were just chilling in line, waiting to get inside the venue. At least, I was trying to chill. I've been needing to go to the bathroom since we got here. I tried to distract myself, but nothing worked. We were waiting almost an hour before I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly left (Y/F/N) In the line and walked up to the box office and begged them to let me use the bathroom.

Fortunately, a security guard waved me through and I busted a mission to find the bathroom.

But now here I am, and I'm completely and utterly lost. I was losing my patience, because I just needed to go to the bathroom. Getting that venti black tea lemonade from Starbucks before getting to the venue was a bad idea.
I was spinning around in circles trying to see if I could find any sign of a bathroom, when I bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm- !" I tried to say I was sorry, but as I looked up at who I bumped into, my mouth dropped in shock.

"Michael?!" I exclaimed. He had his hands on my shoulders, trying to steady me from falling over.

"Yes! Hi, sorry to bump into you, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I'm trying to find the bathroom."

Standing before me, in all of his adorable goofiness, was Michael fucking Clifford. He smiled at me, one of his eyes closed due to the shine shining in his face.

"I - uh. Um. Me too!" I stuttered. Good one, (Y/N). I couldn't help but stare at him. I think the snapback he was wearing was distracting me, plus he still had his hands on my shoulders. I glanced at his hands and he dropped them.

"Are you trying to find the bathroom too?" He asked, nervously scratching the back of his head. "You look lost and confused." Mikey laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Uh, yeah. I've been waiting in line outside for almost an hour and I really needed to go pee, so security waved me through, but now I'm totally lost," I said with another laugh. Mikey gave me a big smile.

"Well c'mon then, let's go find that bathroom!" He said as he gently put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me in the direction of what seemed to be the bathroom. I smiled, thinking about how weirdly comfortable I already was with him.

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A/N: lmao plot twist. what's mikey doing in this story ??? guess you'll have to find out. omg why am I so evil. part 7 coming soon! i still have like 3 blurbs to write for those ships I did like 2 weeks ago. don't forget to tell me what you guys think and don't forget to like, reblog, follow me, & share this cute shit with you friends. ily all so much xx