Love Me Please (Larry Stylinson)

9

After the concert, Harry remembers, he had sat down on the floor of the back room, too shocked to even move. It wasn't until one of his friends approached him carefully and asked if it was real that he actually checked for a mark to make sure what he was feeling was actually soulmatching and not just a weird twist of fate and feelings.

He couldn't find it at first. All he felt was relief that it wasn't on his face, really, but he was also afraid he wouldn't have a mark at all. Afraid that the nameless boy he spotted in the front of the crowd wasn't actually his soulmate. Afraid the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life wasn't his to have at all.

Harry had already stripped naked and was standing in front of the full-length mirror, examining his body in full. Not on his feet, ankles, shins, calves, knees, thighs... not anywhere near his crotch, his v-line, hips, stomach, ribcage, chest... not on his hands, fingers, arms, shoulders, not on his back either, his spine, or his ass. He couldn't see the back of his neck so he had Liam look for him and Liam said there was nothing there.

A sinking feeling like despair began to encompass him. After experiencing such a pull he had never felt towards another person before in his life, it felt wrong to consider that the stranger might not be his match. He desperately wanted the man with blue eyes and swoopy brown hair to be his match. He had already fallen in love with his small curvy body, and the way his eyes twinkled with stars. The way his lips felt when they were on Harry's. The way he melted into his hold, like he felt so safe and cared for in that moment, so trusting of Harry that he felt he could let Harry keep him upright, no fear, no doubt.

Liam was the one who found it.

"Hang on Haz, here it is." His fingers brushed away Harry's hair from his right ear, holding it out of the way so Harry could see in the mirror.

There, hidden beneath his curls and tucked behind his ear, in thin, boyish scrawl, the letters tiny but not compact:

Louis.