*I’M SO SORRY I’VE BEEN GONE BUT I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU WITH THIS <3 So this is one where there’s a distance tracker on your wrist that tells you how far your soulmate is. Hope you enjoy!*
1560 miles. 1589 miles. 1600 miles. That’s how far your soulmate was from you. You sat in the coffee shop as you waited for your friend with your chin resting in the palm of your hand. Your eyes were trained on your other wrist as you watched the numbers slowly rise. Clearly your soulmate was busy doing something, but what? None of this made sense.
Your friends had all had numbers that only drastically changed once in a while, but your soulmate’s numbers changed constantly. The closest it’s ever gotten was 78 miles, and your heart had almost exploded out of its chest.
The sound of a bell chiming broke you out of your daydream as your head snapped up to look at your friend walking in with the sun setting behind her. You smiled at her as she sat down and asked her, “What if I never meet my soulmate?”
Y/F/N plopped down in her chair and asked with a sigh. “Now, why would you say that?” She asked you.
You shrugged. “I don’t know, it just seems like it’s never going to happen. He keeps getting farther and farther, whoever he is. It’s kinda hopeless.”
Y/F/N gave you a look. “You cannot lose hope! You will find him, whether you have to follow him until the numbers go down to 0 feet, okay? If you don’t do it, I’ll find him for you!”
You laugh at your friend. She was so lucky. Y/F/N had found her soulmate when she was just 18, which is actually when you get the tattoo. You were 20, and nothing.
You and Y/F/N stayed at the coffee shop and talked until it had gotten late in the night. You looked down at your wrist as you were driving home and smiled when you saw the numbers starting to go down. 1496 miles. Not much, but a good 100.
You got home and went to bed immediately since you had to get up early for work the next morning. The last thing you read on your wrist was 1472 miles, and you fell asleep with a smile on your face.
The shrieking sound of your alarm woke you hours later. You groaned into your pillow and slammed your hand on the alarm clock on your nightstand. You reached over to grab your phone when you noticed the numbers on your wrist.
You lied in your bed, staring at your arm in shock for a solid 15 seconds before you shot out of bed and got dressed. You were going to fucking find him.
You walked out of the front door of your house, completely disregarding your job for the day; your boss would understand.
Was he looking for you? As soon as you started your car, you called Y/F/N. Her voice echoed through the speaker of your phone. “What the fuck do you want, it’s 6 AM.”
“Y/F/N HE’S 16 MILES AWAY!” You shouted, turning right on your street, just hoping it was the right direction.
Y/F/N was silent for a moment before you heard, “BITCH GO GET HIM OH MY GOD I’M SO EXCITED!”
Your heart was beating 15 miles a minute, which was how many miles away your soulmate was. The countdown was going faster now that you had started driving towards him.
You stopped at a nearby gas station when the countdown read 7 miles. You didn’t want to have to stop in the middle of the street when you saw him. Your anxiety and nerves were out of control. This was it. You kept talking on the phone with your friend as you both were freaking out.
“FUCKKKKK!” You shouted, unable to stop grinning. Your friend laughed on the other side of the phone.
“He must be really excited if he’s going this fast.” Your friend states. Meanwhile, you were frantically checking your reflection in the mirror, pulling out a tube of mascara out of your purse.
Your friend laughed at the question. “You are not going to die. I promise. I’m gonna get off of the phone so you can have your moment. Call me back right after! How many miles?”
You took a deep breath. Your hands were shaking as you looked at your wrist and your breath got caught in your throat. “A half of a mile.” You told her.
“Breathe, Y/N. You got this. Don’t worry. I’m gonna go. I love you, lemme know.”
“Okay, love you too Y/F/N.”
You hung up the phone, looking at yourself in your mirror. You were about to meet your soulmate. This is going to be one of the biggest moments of your life. You couldn’t be more ready.
You looked in your rear view mirror. A big bus was pulling into the gas station parking lot. Was he in there?
You opened your door just as the bus parked. Slowly, you climbed out.
The door of the bus opened. A brunette boy, looking about your age, stepped out with wandering eyes. They landed on you just as you closed your car door, and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. This was him. You just knew.
You took one step, and he started walking fast towards you. The feet were going down with each step he took. Before you knew it, he broke out into a sprint.
You were enveloped in his arms a second later, being smashed into his chest. You hugged him back as tight as you could. He lifted you to hug you even tighter with his face buried in his neck. Your wrist was tingling, but you didn’t care to look at it. This was the happiest you’d ever felt, in your soulmate’s arms.
You could’ve sworn you stayed in his arms for hours, but in reality it was about 2 minutes.
You and your soulmate pulled away from each other, though you didn’t go far.
Your soulmate pulled back only to grab your face gently in his hands, tracing his thumb across your cheekbone.
You both were silent for a few seconds, just drinking each other in. He was the first to speak.
“I’ve finally found you.”
A blush spread completely to your cheeks. He wanted to meet you as much as you wanted to meet him.
“What’s your name, love?” He asked. You were still semi-speechless.
Your soulmate smiled, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped. “Y/N. And yours?”
“Calum Hood.” A shiver went down your spine at the look he was still giving you.
Calum’s eyes went down to your lips, and you subconsciously leaned in. “Can I kiss you?” He asked.
Instead of giving a verbal answer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and connected your lips together.
It was like a flower blooming in the springtime. Your lips fit together perfectly. Calum’s arms went around your waist, pulling you incredibly close to him. He was perfect. It was perfect. The moment was perfect.
Calum’s lips slowed to a stop against yours and you slowly pulled apart. With a grin, you reached up a gave him a peck on the cheek. “I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t be happier with my soulmate.” You stated, you and Calum both unable to stop smiling.
“I couldn’t be happier, either, love.”
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