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{Just in case you can’t see the picture…
An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colours don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.
But what if you touch them and you look around and see the colours. You get caught in the moment and ask, “Do you see it too?” And they reply, “What are you talking about?”
This was not my idea, I found it on Instagram and that user found it in tumblr.}
The year is 2853. Humans have been altered. Some say for the better, like we are making it all easier. Louis Tomlinson is one of these people. Others say we’re ‘cheating’. Zayn Malik is one of these people. Here’s a little back ground information about these two boys:
Louis Tomlinson: 19 years of age, about 5’7″, brown fluffy hair, bluey-greeny-blue eyes, and he believes he’s gay. Though you never really know until you find your ‘soulmate’.
Zayn Malik: 19 years of age, about 5’8″, chocolate-brown eyes, dark brown hair, and knows that he is gay. Zayn has already ‘found’ his ‘soulmate’. But Zayn is getting hurt. His boyfriend is abusing him.
Zayn’s POV
“911. What’s your emergency?”
“My boyfriend. He’s tr-trying to kill me.”
“Okay, sir. Just try to stay calm. What is your address?”
“469 humming lane.”
“Help will be right there. Stay on the phone with me. Can you tell me your name?”
“Zayn Malik.”
“Okay, Zayn, how old are you?”
“Ni-nineteen. Oh sh*t.”
“What happened?”
“I-I can hear him walking t-towards me.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m hi-hiding in my closet-t.”
“Stay on the phone, but stay quiet.”
I nodded, although the lady couldn’t see me. The foot steps seemed to get louder. But before they could get too close to me, there was a knock on the front door.
“Well, sh*t. Who the f*ck is that!” He shouted.
“Zayn, was that your boyfriend who just yelled?” The lady asked.
“Yes.”
“Alright, I want you to come out of the closest now, stay on the phone.”
“O-Okay. – I’m out.”
“Zayn! ZAYN! F*cking get out here and tell these motherf*ckers to let me go!” He yelled.
“H-he wants me to go out there…”
“Don’t leave that room, Zayn. But since they have him, I’m going to have you hang up, the police will take care of you now. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, and th-thank you for everythi-ing.”
I slipped my phone into my back pocket.
“Hello?” An unfamiliar voice rang through the hallway. “It’s Officer Winters.” I slowly walked to the door and opened it.
“I-I’m right he-here.” I stuttered. The officer widened his eyes at me. Can I blame him? I have a black eye that’s probably a little faded yet still very obvious, bruises, and cuts all over my body. So, yeah, I’m a little broken. But you what they say: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
“We’re going to take you to the hospital.” The officer stated. I nodded my head. Officer Winters gently guided me out of the house and to the ambulance. He helped me lay down on the stretcher, sat me up, and lightly strapped me in. He then left the vehicle and a paramedic was by my side with a cell phone in her hand.
“Is there anyone we can call for you?” She asked.
“My M-Mum.”
I told the woman my Mum’s phone number and they had a short conversation. When they were done the paramedic told me that my mum would meet us at the hospital.
When we arrived, the paramedic tightened the straps holding me to the stretcher and with the help of another paramedic, they rolled me out of the ambulance. One more paramedic appeared and helped the others push me into the hospital. I got a peak at each of their name-tags. The woman is named Amy, the first man is named Thomas, and the second man is named Alex.
Upon entering the hospital, Amy was called over by one of the nurses. They both walked back to me after a quick conversation.
“Hello. My name is William. And yours is?” The nurse looked a my arms, probably noticing the cuts and bruises. Some of the cuts are from my boyfriend, who may I mention was my ‘soulmate’, throwing things like glass at me, and other cuts are from the ones I gave myself. But the bruises are all from him beating me.
“Zayn Malik.”
“Okay, Zayn. We’re going to put you in a room. You are going to have to share the room with another patient. But don’t worry, they’re not sick so you won’t have to worry about catching anything.” William explained. “Put him with Tomlinson room 61A.” He said to the paramedics. Then I was pushed down the hallway.
After a right, two lefts, another right and one more left we stopped at a room. Alex knocked on the door then opened it. He went inside, with the door closing behind him. At this time Amy and Thomas started undoing the straps on the stretcher. They helped me off and walked me to the door. Then, the door was opened by Alex, and Amy and Thomas helped me to the hospital bed.
“Zayn this is Louis. Louis this is Zayn.” Amy said gesturing me and the boy on the other side of the room. He waved to me and I realised his arm, mainly his wrist, was bandaged. But that didn’t stop me from waving back with a small smile. Louis had someone sitting next to him.
“We’ll let you guys get to know each other. If you need anything just push that-” Alex pointed, “button and a nurse will help come help you.”
“And visiting hours are over for all non-relatives. I’m sorry.” Thomas added looking at Louis’ friend. After that the three paramedics left the room.
“That’s my cue to leave. Bye, Lou. Love you.” The blonde said. I, in a non-creepy way, watched as he hugged Louis and kissed him on the cheek. And, as he was leaving, he stopped and turned to me.
“I’m Niall by the way. You’ll see my here a lot. Bye.” He stated and left.
“Is he your boyfriend?” I asked Louis. I didn’t really if it seemed like I was nosey.
“No, he’s just my best friend.” I wasn’t expecting his voice to be so high-pitched. But it was soothing. I could listen to him talk all day. Okay, that sound a little weird. “So, what are you hear for?” He asked.
“I, um..” I couldn’t really find the words to say and my eyes wondered downward as I was trying to avoid eye contact. “Well I finally called the cops on my abusive boyfriend. And they decided that I should be here.” I looked back up to Louis. He has empathy running across his face.
“Was he your soulmate? Did you see all the colours?” Louis asked. I nodded my head. I wish I could still see them. “Really!? What’s it like?”
“It’s nice. There’s a lot of different colours. It kinda knocks the wind out of you. Really a lot to take in and actually understand because you realise that you can see things that others don’t and that you’ve found your soulmate. It’s a bit overwhelming in my opinion.” I explain. Louis nods his head, understanding what I was explaining.
“I wish I could find my soulmate. That’s actually part of the reason why I’m here…” He held his bandaged wrist into his opposite hand and I noticed that the other wrist is wrapped up too. “I tried to commit suicide. It’s a long story but to sum it up, I was told that I would never find my soulmate, that I’m not good enough for anybody, and no one could ever love me. And I believed them. I started to tell myself the same things. My first cut was two months ago. Last week I tried bleeding to death. I cut myself all up both of my arms and down my legs. But luckily, Niall was able to call an ambulance in time to save me. I’m seeing a therapist here and I’m getting better.” Louis finished.
I felt really bad for Louis. He seemed like such a great and fun guy. What kind of moron would tell him that no one could love him.
“I self-harmed, too. I was hoping one or two cuts would end me but they didn’t. I tried to do more but my boyfriend found me and told me that if he ever found out I was doing it again, he would kill me himself. I didn’t listen and a few days later, today actually, he found the blood-stained blade in the bathroom.”
There was a knock on the door and my mum walked in.
“Oh, my little Zaynie! I am so sorry.” She exclaimed and hug Zayn tightly, letting go a little when he winced.
“Hi, mum.” I whispered.
I introduced my mum to Louis and the three of us chatted for about an hour and a half before visiting hours were over. It was about 9:00 when a nurse came into the room and turned the lights off.
*****
It’s been two weeks and I feel a lot better. My black eye is gone, most of my bruises have faded, and my cuts are starting to heal. Louis is getting better too. He says that the therapy is really working. We can both leave the hospital in about week, give or take a few days.
Right now it’s about- I don’t even know what time it is, but I do know it’s late. I was woken up by small shrieks and booming of thunder. Louis must be afraid of thunder
I got up from the bed, my legs are a lot stronger now, and walked to Louis’ bed.
“Move over, Lou.” I said. He looked up at me and I smiled. His eyes looked like they would be a blue-ish colour, if I remember the colours and shades correctly. He smiled back and moved his body so that I could lay down.
“Thanks, Zayn. But why are you doing this?” He asked. I was about to answer when
BOOOOOOM
Louis quickly wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled himself closer to me with his face stuffed into my neck. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him so the there was no space left between us.
“Because you’re afraid my thunder storms. Now, I want you to calm down and try too sleep okay?” I felt him nod. It took a while for his breathing to slow down, letting me know that he was asleep. But when he did, I was able to let myself sleep.
**
I woke up due to the white sun shining in my face. I felt someone holding onto me. Oh yeah. Louis.
I looked around the room. Black and white. But what was I expecting? That I could possibly have had two soulmates? Ha! It’s a shame, though, because I really like Louis. I wish he and I could be together. I know it’s a lot to say after just knowing him for two weeks, but it’s how I feel.
“Louis,” I said softly, “wake up, it’s morning.” I nudged him a little, but he just mumbled and pulled me closer to him, if that was possible. “C’mon, Lou.”
He finally move back, keeping his arms around me, and opened his eyes, blinking to adjust his eyes to the light. After a few seconds of looking at me his eyes widened.
“Oh my- nope. This is not happening. I’m still dreaming! Let’s try this again.” He exclaimed and stuffed his head back into my neck for a few seconds then moved back. “Well this might be a problem.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask. But I think I already know.
“I-I see them. All of them. Everywhere.” He explained. I knew it. He sees the colours. I’m his soulmate. But he’s not mine… Wow this might actually be a problem.
“I had a feeling. Here’s the thing. I would happily never see colours ever again if it means I get to be with you. I want you to be happy. I know I’ve only known you for two weeks, but I want the best for you.”
“Zayn I don’t want you to give up anything for me. I’m just that weird guy who tried to commit-” I cut him off.
“First of all, never talk about yourself like that. You are not “just that weird guy”. You’re Louis Tomlinson the guy who was able to steal my heart after just two weeks. Now, I really, really, like you Louis. I don’t care about the traditions. I just want to be with you, whether it be in colour or black and white. I don’t care.” I ranted. I would have kept talking but Louis placed one finger on my lips, telling me to be quiet.
“Thank you.” He whispered and removed his finger, replacing it with his lips.
I’ve read somewhere that about 900 years ago humans had to find out if someone was their soulmate by ‘dating’ them first. Sometimes they were right and other times they were terribly wrong. But a way you had a clue as to which you were right or wrong would be the first kiss. They would often describe it as ‘sparks’. As if a million tiny fireworks were going off exactly when your lips touch, and that this feeling runs through your entire body.
I was definitely feeling that right now.
Louis pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.
“Where do we go from here? He asked.
“Wherever you want to go. But we have a week to think about that.” I cupped his face in my hand and connected our lips again.
I am so glad I made that call.
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THIS TOOK LIKE NO TIME TO WRITE EVERYTHING JUST CAME OUT EXACTLY HOW I WANTED IT TO AND I AM SO HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I’m spoiling you with these.
Now I’m being serious. I have no ideas. UNLESS YOU WANT A REALLY BAD LARRY ONE-SHOT THAT I WROTE LIKE TWO YEARS AGO???
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~Hallie
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