Soulmate 5SOS (Calum/4)
based on this request: “FRY PLS DO A SOULMATE AU WITH 4/4 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU HEAD MICHAEL-STYLE“
I’m going to make one for each of the boys, so please don’t bite my head off just yet!
send me requests kids!
Upon the discovery of one’s soulmate, the following behaviors have been observed and marked as a constant.
Stage One: Euphoria
During this stage, the persons involved in the soulmate relationship are known to experience a heightened sense of happiness and bliss, often resulting in elation and, in extreme cases, dangerously reckless behavior.
This stage is triggered by a rush of endorphins to the brain, signaling the proximity (approximately 20 cubic meters) of one soulmate to the other. Typically lasts 30 minutes to an hour.
Stage Two: Awakening
Awakening is when the physical soulmate bond manifests itself. Traditionally, the soulmate bond is in the form of a set of identical tattoos, but identical scars or birthmarks may also be present.
Pain can often accompany the appearance of the bond, but severity varies from person to person. Nausea, fatigue, lack of motor skills, and fainting follow within one hour of the appearance if the soulmates have still not met, but meetings under 4 hours after the soul bond manifestation show no harsh side effects.
Stage Three: Exaltation
Occurs when soulmates meet for first time. Statistics show that 99.99% of soulmates who meet during Exaltation remain successful. Dissatisfaction with one’s soulmate is extremely rare and often a side effect of severe trauma and/or chemical imbalance within said soulmate’s body.
Stage Three Alternative: Deterioration
The result of disregard to one’s soulmate bond or lack of physical interaction between soulmates following Stage Two. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, unorganized speech, paranoia, delusions, fever, and hemoptypsis. Can be treated, but recovery primarily depends on unification of soulmates.
Severe cases of withdrawal can often result in death. The average person can suffer up to 6 hours of Stage Three Alternative before the body succumbs to a catatonic stasis. Catatonia may only last 3 hours on average, and the heart stops beating.
Records show soulmates, in rare cases, may survive without the other, with the assistance of corrective surgeries and, frequently, removal of the apocrine glands, should one’s soulmate die a premature death or be unfit for relationship.
I screeched, tugging on my friends arm. “We’re going to see 5 Seconds of Summer!” I bounced excitedly, disregarding the fact that we had been in line for nearly six hours, and my legs were actually quite tired.
My friend laughed at me, rolling her eyes. “If I had known you would be this excited I would have gotten you tickets a long time ago.”
“Oh my god that’s their bus!” I found myself screaming, jumping around with reckless abandon. My elation was swallowed by the people around me flooding to the small barrier that separated the band and themselves. I felt a rush go through me, making my toes curl.
“(Y/n), chill.” My friend said from her spot beside me.
A bubble of laughter escaped my lips. “Isn’t that a funny word, ‘chill?’” I asked with another laugh. “Like, you don’t actually”-I snorted- “you don’t actually want me to chill, right?”
She gave me an odd look, though I couldn’t understand why, because the whole situation was just hilarious. I pictured myself as a popsicle; arms, legs, and face carefully pasted onto the frozen treat, and another wave of laughter hit me. I was trying to relay this information to her when she spoke up.
“(Y/n), you’re scaring me.” Her voice was wavering, sounding concerned.
I was mid-laugh over her worries when someone yelled excitedly, “Calum, what’s so funny?” somewhere to my left.
“Oh my god, (y/n), cut it out, they’re like, ten feet away from us!” My friend whispered in my ear hurriedly.
I was looking up a second too late, as another horde washed over us in their haste to catch a glimpse of the celebrities.
I felt a sharp pain on my lower ribs, but couldn’t tell who hit me in the chaos.
Some hour later, we were front and center to the stage, my giggles having long since subsided.
“I think the extra money was totally worth it to be this close to the stage,” My friend said to me absently, eyes trained on the curtain,waiting for a sign of movement.
“Yeah.” I murmured, not playing close attention to her words. My head felt swollen, like it was filled with air.
“You alright?” She asked, looking at me for the first time since we got into the venue.
“I think I’m just excited,” No, that wasn’t the emotion. Nervous. “No, nervous. I’m nervous.” I explained in a daze.
“(Y/n), you really don’t look so good-“ She began, but was cut off by a chorus of girls screaming behind us as Ashton walked up on the stage, alone.
“Hey guys,” He began, looking apologetic, “I’m really fucking sorry, but we’re going to have to cancel tonight’s show. One of the boys is sick, and we’re really not sure what it is, so we’re taking him to the hospital as soon as possible. We love you all very much, and we have every intention of rescheduling for this venue, so hold on to your tickets! We love you!”
There was an outbreak of screams around you, but you couldn’t hear them, the world suddenly distorting around you as you blacked out.
I rubbed my eyes blearily, still seated on the stool where Ashton left me. I was fine a few hours ago, exuberant, even, but as soon as I set foot out of my dressing room, everything began to blur. I didn’t know I was falling until Ashton was picking me up, yelling worriedly in my ear. I rubbed my rib, sore underneath my shirt, recalling the incident.
The crew told me I was probably thirsty, so I tried drinking water, only to throw it back up a few minutes later. That, coupled with my inability to walk more than a meter at a time, made performing impossible.
I was listening to Ashton give the apology to the crowd, just off stage, when I heard a scream that was singularly different from all the other cries. It was filled with terror, and gave me chills just to hear the fear in her voice.
“Somebody help! Oh my god, (y/n), wake up! Somebody please help, my friend just fainted!” The voice continued, panicked, as a group of security guards raced past me, jumping of the stage to help. I hobbled out, to the best of my ability, wanting to see what all the trouble was.
I felt something tug in my gut as they pulled the girl onto the stage, her hair falling loosely around her. I was steps away from her when my knees gave out, and I tumbled to the ground beside her.
Her eyelids were fluttering, lips parted. All I could think about was how exquisitely beautiful she was. Her face had a gentle curve to it, her lips pointed delicately, a smile seeming lingering on her mouth. Her hands fluttered up aimlessly, latching onto the hands of the girl that accompanied her.
“M’ribs hurt.” She mumbled, barely intelligible. I felt my own hand fall to my side, pressing into the tender flesh.
“Calum, didn’t you say-“ Ashton began, stopping when I nodded.
“Yeah.” I whispered, eyes wide as I rolled up my shirt. What I found was more than surprising.
“Mate, you’ve got a big ass flower on you.” Ashton told me, like I couldn’t already see.
He wasn’t wrong. I had a long line of magnolias stretching from just behind my left shoulder to my hipbone, their petals interwoven with inky lines that seemed to transfigure on my skin, moving as I moved.
I took a deep breath, turning to the beautiful girl before me. I lifted the side of her shirt up only a little bit, a primal need to protect her preventing me from revealing any more skin than necessary. It didn’t take much, because there, before my eyes, was an exact replica of the bloom on my own body.
“Can you please put down my shirt?“ Her voice snapped out at me, sounding like music even with the sharp tone. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, looking around, until her gaze fell to me. Her eyes- sparkling, shining, I couldn’t think of enough adjectives- locked with mine, widening.“You’re Calum Hood.”
I shook my head, a grin creeping across my face without any knowledge of it. “No. I’m your soulmate.”