It Feels Like Winter Follows You Around

“So... soulmates,” Clark is unabashedly unhappy about this. It's no secret that Gwen wakes up with Andrew every morning, not him. There's a sort of soft hum that goes through the church, waiting for Gordie's answer. Like he knows any more than the rest of them. Like it all hinges on what he says next.“Fuck, fine, I don't know, maybe. Sure, it could be soulmates,” Gordie gives in. And it's like there's some sort of magnet drawing his gaze upward, Harry helpless to resist, as he meets Allie's eyes across the church. She looks scared, more than anything.Harry feels his lips twist up in that smile he doesn't mean, that one he learned so long ago he doesn't think about anymore. It's not like things are different than they were three days ago. He's still just a secret she's afraid someone will figure out.Soulmates.The word lingers in the air. Does it even matter if it's true? In the morning, he'll wake up with Allie's hair spread out on his pillow, and he'll be as alone as he was yesterday. That's the truth that Harry knows.- - -a companion fic to Someday I'll Need Your Spine to Hide Behind