Where to Find You [calum hood soulmate au]

Calum

Home. The one word lit up on the screen. It was the only word I had even seen on the screen. I was not the biggest believer in soulmates and my friends could attest to that. Yet, here I was, refreshing the my Soulscreen. I wanted to punch the idiot who decided that was a good name, but obviously the name didn't matter because I was using it. A simple app on my phone that could tell me where my soulmate was. Well, not exactly, that would eliminate the surprise and struggle of the whole ordeal. Who would want to do that? Me. I fucking want to do that. someone, somewhere in this world is meant to be with me forever yet they never leave their damn house. People say that the screen will sometimes say 'traveling.' I can't believe that because I've never seen it. Maybe mine is broken or my soulmate is just a lame-ass that has never left their hometown. I let out a snort thinking about how their app probably always says traveling. They probably were waiting for the day they could see it say home. Maybe opposites really do attract. I'm a really cool party guy and my soulmate is a lame idiot who never does anything. Perfect. We're going to have a great life together.
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"Dude, you gotta stop checking that thing. It's not going to magically tell you their address," Luke said coming over to stand beside where I had situated myself leaning on the wall. Luke nudged my shoulder before continuing, "You sure you didn't need any coffee? We're doing a lot of promo today." I shook my head at the tall blonde before shoving my phone in my pocket. I huffed, throwing my arms across my chest to cross them. He was an idiot at some times, but he was right. Home would never give me any answers. It wouldn't tell me anything more than that.
I started following the blond boy as he walked towards the other two who had just grabbed their coffees off of the outside table they had sat down at. I honestly didn't know how long we had been at this coffee shop or how long I was refreshing my phone hoping for a different result. The other two reluctantly stood up to fall in step with me. I knew I was going to regret not having any coffee as I actually processed the words that like had said. Promo could go on for hours with us answering the same questions over and over. Today was not going to be fun.
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"So, boys, tell me: who is still waiting for their soulmate?" I rolled my eyes as I leaned back in my chair. The interviewer, Sally- Susie- Sam- I don't know, but it was some shit like that. She was nearly bouncing with energy in her seat as she waited for someone to speak up. It's not like this wasn't a question we got asked fifty times a day, and it's not like it's any of their business. You don't see me asking random people if they've found their soulmates so why does she get to ask me? Michael leaned into the mic as we sat in the studio at a random radio station. I was dreading hearing how he would respond to the question, but I knew his response would be a lot nicer than mine.
"Soulmates are something we like to keep under wraps. We don't want a recreation of the '85 incident now do we?" He concluded his question with a laugh. The interviewer agreed and moved on to another- equally eye roll worthy- question.
Ah, the '85 incident. It was a shitstorm to say the least. Some musician had decided that he would reveal his indicator. It was a tattoo with the phrase, "your voice is my lullaby." It was a totally cringeworthy thing to say to anyone, but it was what his soulmate was destined to say. after he revealed it to the world, his fans lost it. He was constantly bombarded with fans saying the phrase of his destined soulmate. It wasn't until he sat at a bar on a Tuesday night in a small town outside of Dallas that the pretty blonde bartender made her way over to say those five words. Her tone was joking since she instantly recognized who he was. There was nothing to joke about after she realized the initials on her skin matched his name. Of course he realized it was the real deal, and they have a happy life together, but he went through some tough shit to get there. Since then it's been taboo for artists to mention soulmates to the public. The tale of '85 only assures me of one thing: I'll know.
I hadn't realized that I had zoned out until I heard, "I'm Sophie Steel and this was 'Just a Sec with Soph.' Special thanks to these guys for joining me in the studio today. Tune in tomorrow for more celeb gossip!" Sophie? Eh, whatever, she's not important.
The day consisted of more interviews, a photo shoot, and a performance in a small outdoor amphitheater. It was nearing midnight when we arrived back at the hotel. I had never regretted passing on some coffee more than I did right now. We quickly split up to our assigned rooms. personally, I crashed the minute I lied on the bed. It wasn't even worth it to shower or change clothes. That was a problem for future me.
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The sun was blaring in the room since neither one of us decided to close the curtains before sleeping. I heard Luke groan and knew that he was just as annoyed with the sun as I was at the moment. Although I didn't want to move, I decided to shower and get ready because I didn't know what today had in store for us. I was assuming that we'd be doing more promo and performances, but I didn't understand why we needed to when tour started in less than a week.
It was, indeed, another day of promo, but we managed to not hear a single soulmate question which was a nice change. We wrapped up earlier today since we had to be at the airport at seven to make our flight. We were heading home for the next five days to pack up and prepare for the tour. The guys and I were sitting in an airport restaurant already having gone through security. We were sipping on some beers waiting for our food to arrive as we talked. My friends were not as nice as the interviews from earlier today since they decided to reminisce on soulmates. They were all happily connected with their perfect person. I was the only one left in the band that didn't have the one I would spend my life with. Normally, they steered clear of the topic knowing how much it bothered me, but today they didn't care. I was trying not to listen to their conversation, but I knew they were talking about me, so I had to cut in when I heard Michael mention that I was missing out since I had yet to find mine.
"We travel too much. How could I ever find them when we're not in the same place for more than 24 hours? Just drop it, dude." My words were vicious as I spat them at my friends, but they didn't take it personally. Soulmates were a sore spot for me; they knew that. Even though it was fact that love came to those who met their soulmates, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe in love, and I didn't believe anyone would say the words tattooed on my ankle. The world may work in mysterious ways, but this soulmate system was too insane. Sure, I knew people who had met their soulmates, hell, all of my band mates had found theirs, yet I didn't believe. It was just something I'd have to experience to believe, and my pessimistic self doesnt think I'll ever experience it.
Everyone quieted down after my outburst, Ashton was the first to break the silence, "What is your indicator anyways, man?" I loved all the guys, Ashton and I were obviously the closest, yet none of them knew my indicator. I had good reasons not to. If they knew what it was, they would not leave me alone about it. I spoke up, in a nicer, calmer tone this time, "I'm still not going to tell you. You should really stop trying." Ashton's shoulders sank in an exaggerated defeat as he pouted his bottom lip. We all went back to sipping our beers as we ate the food that the waiter had brought not too long ago. I thought for a second about the hypocritical behavior of my best friends. I didn't know anything about how any of them met their soulmates. No one cared to tell me their indicators or their feelings in the moment they met, so why should I?