Soulmates - Calum Hood [au]
Requested - yes
Anonymous - “Can you please do a soulmate!Calum imagine? You can decide which soulmate thing you want to use though :) I.e. soulmate tattoos or hearing your soulmates thoughts etc. I love your writing btw :) x”
A/N: I’ve heard of loads of soulmate aus the tattoo one, one about scars and then there’s the countdown one, I’ve never seen the thoughts one before so that’s what I chose
Word Count - 868
If he’s hurt, you know. If he’s happy, you know. And if he’s sad, you know. In fact, you know pretty much his every thought, that’s just how it works. It starts from about the age of 3, just voices in your head, and by the age of 7 it’s overpowering, you hear every single thing they think but by 10 you learn to control it, you’re able to tune in and out of their thoughts unless they’re like the skilled few who learn how to lock their thoughts away, like you. There are a few theories about who’s thoughts you hear, some say it’s some long lost relative, others say they’re people in other worlds but most common is the idea that they’re your soulmate’s, that’s the one you’ve been told for years. ‘Soulmates’ are also the most believable theory considering there are a good 100 people on earth that claim to have found their thought partners or whatever you want to call them, and all of them have fallen in love. Thing is you’re not sure you believe in soulmates but that doesn’t mean you don’t care about this guy on the other end of your thought waves.
Over the past few weeks things have been getting tough for you, losing friends, being bullied, not to mention your 'soulmate’ constantly bragging their perfect friendships. It’s surprising how much you know about this guy without even knowing his name, people don’t often think in third person. He has a sister called Mali, friends called Luke, Michael and Ashton and he seems to have some kind of obsession with music.
“How’s today going?” your mum asks when she get’s home from work.
You sigh, “Like usual, he won’t shut up,” you tap the side of your head.
“You can shut him off honey,” she laughs lightly.
“It’s not as easy as that, my default is set so I hear him and I’ve not got enough energy to keep him quiet all the time,” you tell her.
She pats your shoulder reassuringly, “Just remember, careful what you think”
You go to bed that night with his words flooding your ears so you put all of your left over energy into building a wall blocking thoughts from both sides.
The next morning you’re ill, very ill in fact, so much so that you can’t move from your bed, you’re sweating and physically sick. Your mum makes a home doctor’s appointment and, while your safely asleep, he checks you over to give you a diagnosis.
“She’s mentally strained,” the doctor says just as you wake up.
“What does that mean?” your mum questions.
“Has she been blocking out… the thoughts?” the doctor asks.
“Yes I told her to,” she adds.
“No, like stopped person b from listening to her?” he continues.
“Yes, I have, he’s exhausting me,” you groan.
“There’s your problem, her body doesn’t want her to be blocking like this, every now and then fair enough, but so extremely it’s unhealthy, if you want to get better [Y/N] you have to stop,” he turns to you.
“He’s nosy, I don’t want to,” you debate.
“I understand that,” he proceeds. “but from a medical stand point… turn off the safety barriers”
You are left alone after that, with your guards up, but after one particularly violent puking spell you lower your defence and allow yourself a rest, that’s when the voices come in a little differently.
'Let me in, I know you’re hurting’
He’s talking to you and so you talk back, 'How do you know I’m hurting? You couldn’t hear me’
'Exactly how I know you’re hurt. Are we talking?’ he responds.
'I guess so, I didn’t know this was possible, I’m [Y/N],’ you tell him, overcome by a relief and relaxation.
You talk to him for a while learning the basic information that you missed out on in the time that you were getting to know every intimate detail of each others’ lives, hell he even knows your time of the month.
'I’m scared to ask this,’ you begin to think, 'since there’s a perfectly good chance that we’re a million miles away from each other but, where do you live?’
You let out a loud sigh, 'That is a just a little out of my reach’ a good few plane journeys across the country to be exact.
'Not to worry, one day we will be together, we are supposedly soulmates afteral’ you can practically hear him chuckle.
'Keep in touch, Cal’
That’s all you can do from that point onwards, keep in touch, though it’s not like you really get the choice, you two just possess the ability to converse through your thoughts. All your problems seem to melt away when you talk to Calum, he just understands everything in a way no one else does and it makes nothing but him matter.
'Still want to meet up?’ Calum asks one unexpected afternoon.
You jump, thinking he’s in the room, recently your connection has been stronger, he’s been able to get through to you even when you chose not to listen.
'What do you mean?’ you respond.
'I have a plan’
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