This is part four of a Calum soulmate!AU where your soulmate’s name is tattooed on your arm, based on those posts with all the AUs that float around (I’d link but idk where the original idea came from!). I hope you enjoy! track the tag igynt fic if you want to catch when a new part is added!
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Luke, Michael, and Ashton all kept giving each other looks the next day as the listened to Calum hum a song about french fries and vanilla shakes.
“If you’re hungry we can go grab some food,” Ashton teased, plopping down next to Calum on the couch. Calum’s cheeks heated up, his fingers still absentmindedly strumming the guitar that sat in his lap.
“Oh, uh no I’m good actually,” Calum said, plucking out a few notes on the guitar. He had been feeling his left wrist the whole time since he had met his soulmate last night. It wasn’t pain, and it wasn’t achy. It was more of a throb that matched the beat of his heart. Like his body didn’t want him to forget about the girl.
Not that he could forget her, even if he wanted to.
Calum still hadn’t told the boys about meeting her. For some reason it felt like a secret he wanted to keep for himself. Kind of like a present you bought for someone for their birthday that you just knew they would love but you wanted to see their reactions when it was finally their birthday.
The problem was Calum needed to find her. Again.
“Oi!” Calum was snapped out of his reverie by a balled up piece of paper hitting him in the head. “Where you at?” Michael asked, referencing Calum’s dreamy state of mind.
“I’m here, Jesus! Can’t a guy write in peace?” Calum countered, staring at the blank page in front of him. So far he’d only been thinking of lyrics about McDonald’s, her voice, her eyes, and her name.
“Yeah, you can write in peace once you’ve actually written something,” Michael jabbed, shaking his head incredulously at Calum. “It’s like you’ve fallen in love or something.”
All too quickly the room became silent, all four boys assessing what Michael had just said. One by one, each boy turned his gaze toward Calum, who sheepishly leaned back against the couch, twisting his wrist so none of them could see the name tattooed there on his skin.
“You little shit!” Michael yelled, throwing another balled up piece of paper at Calum. “Did you fucking meet her?” Calum shrugged, moving the guitar off his lap and crossing his arms.
“I don’t know,” Calum mumbled, glancing down at his wrist.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Luke asked, his tone much more comforting than Michael’s. Luke had found his soulmate before they had even left high school, and they’d been together ever since. He had had it easy, but he somehow still understood what Calum was going through. Luke was good at that.
“I mean she didn’t really, like, introduce herself. And, um, she left really quickly. And I was stuck sitting at a Macca’s with a melting vanilla shake thinking about how I had just met the most perfect girl ever.”
“You met her at Macca’s?” Michael snickered, promptly earning himself a slap on the arm from Ashton.
“Says the guy who met his girl while throwing up after drinking too much,” the older blonde bantered, setting Michael in his place. Ashton turned his attention back to Calum, who sat next to him on the couch tracing the name on his arm.
“Do you know where you can find her again?” Ashton asked, smiling at Calum. Calum shrugged, sighing. He suddenly felt very tired.
“I mean unless she gets fast food every night, I don’t know where else I’d find her.” The four boys sat somberly, the only sound in the room being the ticking clock on the wall.
“Well, hey,” Ashton said, wrapping an arm around Calum’s shoulders and giving him a squeeze. “My girl’s making dinner tonight and she’s invited a friend over. Why don’t you come and meet her?” Calum looked at Ashton, exasperated.
“I don’t want to meet any new girls.”
“Well maybe you can at least get laid,” Michael mumbled, earning another slap on the arm from Ashton. “Jesus! I’m just looking on the bright side!” Calum chuckled at Michael, rubbing at his tired eyes.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll come over. Not like I’ve got anything better to do.”