Everyone knows that once you meet your soulmate, well, you'll get a little gift. For some people, it's different. Usually, you might feel tingles every time you touch, so tingly, it shocks you, and automatically, you know. This is for a lot of soulmates. Actually, this was what happened. For everyone.
But somewhere along the line of couples, family trees, there was a change. The soul bond was held back from a pairing, which would soon make it stronger. They had grown up together, and never knew they were the ones.
Luke thought the tour had been amazing. He kept wishing it had never ended. Lying on the cot in the Gus Bus, his thoughts were taking all sorts of turns. Turns towards soul mates. He knew that his was near, he had felt that way for a very long time. It was like having a word on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spoken, but not coming out. Luke was tired of seeing happy couples together, beaming at him, expecting him to be just as happy. He was tired of girls grabbing at him to see if he was the one. In fact, he was very sure they had no chance in the first place. None of the girls anyway.
Yes, Luke Hemmings was gay. A closet gay, but gay none-the-less.
It scared him shitless.
He was so famous, and yes, that scared him that one of his fans would catch him flashing his 'gay side' and announcing it to the world. But it wasn't them he was really scared of finding out. He was scared of his band mates, his best friends, finding out. He hadn't told them because of a certain spiky haired boy.
Truly, he was just scared of getting rejected. And that fear nibbled on the back of his mind constantly. Especially around Michael.
You see, Luke found out he was 'swinging the other way' when he started feeling weird around the punk boy. Luke chuckled. He remembered how confused he was when he started to feel such little things, like wanting to caress his skin, or sit closer to him. He remembered when he sat in his lap during their last interview. Michael's arms fit around him perfectly, the boy's head resting on Luke's shoulder. It felt so natural, he didn't think Michael had ever thought about it.
But now there were the BIG feelings. The feelings that felt like they wanted to somehow lift you high yet weigh you down, and they were impossible not to feel. He felt it even when he wasn't near Michael, lurking, pulling the blond boy to him. It was so hard to hide it from the boys. But if they had noticed, no one had said anything. It didn't lessen up on the stress though. Not finding his soulmate yet made it worse.
He threw his arms over his eyes, muttering to himself. He puffed out a breath and pulled them back down to his chest, staring at the ceiling. Luke kind of just went into auto pilot mode, and stared at it, memorizing every crack and bump, not noticing the shadows moving in front of his curtains that were shielding him from view of everyone else. He just lay there, forgetting the world, only thinking back to Michaels warm embrace.
Michael smiled at remembrance of the last interview, and the cute blonde that had made himself comfortable in his lap, his gangly legs taking up the other half of the couch Michael hadn't been sitting on. He was thinking of only one thing. Why couldn't have he and Luke been soulmates? He had been so disappointed when he had let his fingers linger on Luke's shoulder for the first time and hadn't felt the surge of a soul bond. But that was when he first met Luke. He hadn't even known the blonde, but had felt so sad when he discovered when he wasn't the one. His one. That's what made Luke intriguing to Michael.
Though he tried to be discreet about it, he was always uncomfortable about the whole 'soulmates' ordeal. For him, the answer was simple. No Luke, no nothing. Luke was all he wanted, but he didn't want to push him into anything he didn't want. He didn't even know if Luke liked guys. As for Michael, he didn't smack a label on it. He was what he was, and liked who he liked, and that was it. But if he had to, he wouldn't call himself gay or bisexual, because he was only for Luke. But there wasn't a word for that, was there? No, there wasn't.
Michael paused on the steps to the Gus Bus.
It was more than just that, right?
Though there wasn't really any words for how much he liked Luke, he didn't really know how he fell for him in the first place. Michael can't remember a time he didn't love Luke. Michael sighed, pushing the door open, stepping inside the tour bus. Speaking of Luke, where was he? Walking towards the cots to check for the blond, he came to a stop at Luke's bunk. He opened to curtain to see Luke, lying on the cot, staring at the ceiling. It was the kind of look that made someone look convincingly dead. Needless to say, it scared the shit out of Michael. Especially when he called Luke's name several times to get his attention without so much as a glance of acknowledgement.
But soon enough, Luke turned towards Mikey, and a smile lit up his face, and soon Mikey found himself smiling as well. "Hey Lukey-Bear. 'Wassup?" Luke's smile fell the slightest.
But Michael noticed.
"Oh, nothin' Boo. Just thinking 'bout some stuff," Luke mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. Michael sighed. "Soulmates?" he asked.
Luke looked up, shock evident in his eyes. "H-how did you know?"
Michael plopped himself on the side of Luke's cot. He scratched his chin. "I've, uh, been thinking about it too," he admitted. Luke tilted his head in such a cute way that Michael almost cooed. "Why?" he asked curiously.
"I don't know." The blonde shrugged. "Okay. 'M tired," Luke yawned, curling up on his cot. Michael tousled his hair. "Then go to bed you dork," Michael giggled, Luke had already fallen asleep.
Little did he know that, that little contact would be the start of something big...
Luke twisted and turned in his sleep, murmuring strange sounds, feeling something in the air.
All of the boys felt it, in fact, only one was awake, and he was curious.
Ashton sat up in his bed with a start, thrashing, practically giving himself whiplash by scanning his entire room from where he was sat. He felt an unspoken power, thrumming throughout the tour bus. It was strong, and immediately made you want to submit to it.
It wasn't bad, Ashton decided. It was just strong. The curly haired boy shrugged, pulling back his curtains and getting off of his cot to find Luke to see if he can feel it too. But he found that the closer that he moves towards Luke's cot, the more he wanted to submit.
He crawled over to the cot, and quietly pulled back the curtain.
And there was Luke. But it was a much more brilliant side of him, colours bursting from his tall frame, like a shadow, but full of light. Ashton stared in awe at the many swirls, curling around Luke almost like magic. The colours, though bright, were soft, and welcoming.
Something else caught Ashton's eye though. The colors were making shapes, then erasing, as if they were trying to tell him something. The colours combined until they were a warm pink, and shaped into a perfect heart, resting against Luke's own. Ashton watched as a line crossed down the middle of the heart, cutting it in half, then watched more beautiful wisps of the dreamy light form a word.
Ashton was whisked back into his own thoughts. A soul bond? But this had never happened with anyone else, he was sure. No one had ever said anything about it. Usually, all you felt was a jolting shock from your destined. Then you knew. But this, this must be a powerful bond. He was awed at the fact that Luke had such a powerful bond. But with who? he pondered. Luke had never said anything about any new girl, or that he had met his soul mate at all. The curly haired blonde decided to watch what the colours did next, and to his surprise, they responded to his exact thoughts.
~THIS IS A POWERFUL BOND. HE KNOWS AND LOVES HIS DESTINED.~
Ashton became curious.
'Who is his destined?' Ashton thought out. He heard a sound come from the wisps, almost like a chirp. And then they formed an arrow, pointing up. Ashton looked up, ignoring the giggling sound the wisps gave.
But what was up there? The only thing up above Luke was Mikey's cot and-
'It's Michael? But they've known each other for, well, their whole lives,' He thought. 'How can that be?'
The wisps made different noises, as if they were discussing it.
~THE BOND HAS BEEN HELD BACK BY AN UNKNOWN SOURCE. THE YOUNGEST HAS COME OF AGE FOR IT TO BEGIN.~
'Begin? What do you mean, begin? Usually it is over within a few moments. One spark, and the rest is history.'
~THE POWERFUL BOND IS ANGRY AFTER BEING HELD BACK, AND WILL TAKE A LARGER JOURNEY TO LOVE. LARGER, BUT WILL STRENGTHEN THEIR WEAK MORTAL LOVE.~
' Mortal love? You mean they're already in love?'
~ARE YOU FOND OF MAKING PEOPLE REPEAT THEM SELVES?~
Ashton snorted at that, but quietly, so he wouldn't wake the sleeping teens in the bus. 'I didn't even know they were gay,' he thought absently.
The wisps burned a bright angry white, sparks flying.
~DO YOU ATTEST TO THE BOND?~
Ashton looked at the wisps in horror. 'Of course not!!! I've just never known they liked the same gender, that's all.' Of course, this wasn't the only reason he would never attest to the bond, but he wasn't going to tell the wisps that.
The wisps swirled, back to their carefree color now, but not taking shape, as if not decided what to do next. Ashton took the moment to stand up, peering into Michael's curtain to see that he was surrounded by the darkness that covered the rest of the bus. 'Why does Michael not have wisps and colours?'
~IN BONDS LIKE THIS, LOVE HAS ALWAYS MANIFESTED FROM THE YOUNGER. PLUS, WITH WHAT WE'VE DECIDED TO BRING THEM TOGETHER WITH, THE OTHER HAS DYED HIS HAIR TO MANY TIMES. HE WILL EVENTUALLY GO BALD, HE KNOWS THAT, RIGHT?~
Ashton gaffawed at the words being spelled with rainbow colours. 'It seems that everyone on the planet has told him so, but it may take a few aliens or something to get it through his head. Wait, what does this have to do with the soul bond?'
The wisps formed into a smirking emoji face.
~LOOK AT YOUR YOUNGEST.~
Ashton looked towards Luke, and found that his usual blonde hair, was now multi colours, and changing almost every five seconds. The now only blonde in the group giggled.
'He is sooooo gonna think I died his hair in his sleep or something.'
The wisp curled around Ashton's fingers in a soothing manner.
~DO NOT WORRY YOUNG MORTAL, FOR THERE IS NO DYE THAT CHANGES COLORS WITH THE WEARERS MOODS, I ASSUME?~
Ashton looked at the wisps, mouth agape. 'You did not, you didn't! But... you did. Oh my god, this is going to be so funny.' Ashton thought for a few seconds. 'Ummm... what will I tell everyone?'
~NOTHING, OF COURSE. DO NOT WORRY, BLONDE ONE, EVERYTHING SHALL PLAY OUT PERFECTLY, AND NO, YOU MAY NOT TELL YOUR SOUL MATE.~
Ashton gave a startled look. 'I never said anything about MY soulmate.'
Ashton heard a faint chuckle.
~WE CREATE EVERY BOND, YOUNGLING. YOUR'S AND CALUM'S WAS, ENTERTAINING, TO SAY THE LEAST.~
'Right. I knew that,' Ashton thought.
There was a silence.
'So now what do we do?'