Makayla was just a normal 17 year old girl living a normal life in Maryland with her grandparents until she gets curious, and wants to know more about her parents. Its revealed to her that her mother died a few days after Makayla was born (how?), and that her father has a new family in London. He doesn't know about her.

Makayla decides shes tired of living a lie, so she catches a flight to London where she unexpectedly meets a boy who changes her entire outlook on life.


4. The Madison. (long.)

"Are you sure the others won't mind?" Makayla asked Harry and Niall for the hundredth time. They had already gotten Makayla's things and checked her out of the Grenville. They had been driving East for about 20 minutes now. Faintly, Makayla could see a mansion-type house in the distance; she could only assume this was the Madison.

Sounding exasperated, Harry replied, "Yes, Makayla, I'm positive they won't mind. Niall texted Liam, who texted Louis, who texted Zayn. None of them care."

Niall laughed a little and added, "In fact, Liam seemed a bit excited. I told you, we have been bored out of our minds." Makayla smiled in return.

Niall pulled up to a huge iron gate and entered a code into a padlock outside the car. The gate swung open and they drove down a long stone road for a minute or so before reaching a huge fountain, at which they turned left. They continued along the road until Niall stopped in front of the Madison, parking next to 4 other cars. All three of them got out and walked up the white steps to the house.

"Oh, um, hold on." Niall said. He began digging through his pockets. Makayla guessed he was looking for his key. Before he could find it, though, the door opened and revealed a boy with brown hair in a plaid shirt.

"Hey, I'm Liam!" He said smiling.

"Makayla." Makayla replied, smiling a bit in return. He opened the door wide enough for the trio to get inside, and shut it behind them.

They were in a narrow, horizontal hallway that broke off to three other vertical hallways. From where she stood, Makayla could see two other guys sitting on a couch down the righthand hallway. She couldn't see down the others.

"Oh, I'll show you to a spare room." Harry said to Makayla. He took her hand and she blushed, looking up at him. Harry looked right back but let go of her hand, instead motioning for her to follow him down the middle hallway. At the end was a staircase, which they took upstairs. It brought them to a big, open room with a pool table in the center, and a home entertainment area in one corner. In another were 3 iMacs, none of which were on or in use.

"Come on." Harry said, turning down a long hallway, wider than the ones downstairs. There were many doors, each of which Makayla assumed led to a bedroom. Harry stopped at a door towards the end of the hallway.

"This can be your room." He said to her. He opened the door and revealed a medium sized room. The walls and carpeting were creamy, and the walls had 2 black stripes across the top. There was a simple wrought iron bed paired with matching end tables and a black dresser. A bay window looked out to the the front of the house.

"The window seat has a storage compartment." Harry said. He walked to the window and removed the seat cushion in order to lift the wooden lid, revealing a large storage area. He closed it and put the cushion back on, sitting down on the edge.

"It's not much, but-"

"It's wonderful." Makayla finished. Harry smiled. "Actually, I was going to say it beats the Grenville, but... Think what you may." He winked at her and got up. "I'm going to go back downstairs and hang out with the guys. I'll give you some time to unpack. Come down when you want, ok?"

Makayla smiled slightly, and in return, she said, "Okay. Thank you so much Harry. And tell the others I thank them too." Harry laughed. "Alright, love. Oh, and I'm across the hall if you ever need anything."

Makayla's smile grew wider as he said this and left, shutting the door behind himself. As she began to unpack and place her things in the dresser and closet, she thought of how Harry had called her love. It made her feel special, even if it was probably a normal thing for him to say.

While unpacking, she came across a photo. It was the one of her parents at the wedding. She sat down and looked at it again.

It obviously wasn't their wedding, as they never married, so whose was it? Sarah, her mom, was in a long lavender colored dress. Her hair was in an updo, with a few curly strands loose and blowing behind her. In one hand she held a pair of strappy white heels, the other, the hand of Patrick, Makayla's father. He was in a white button down and purple tie, paired with grey slacks. Makayla guessed that an irregular looking grey object in his right hand was his jacket.

Studying the picture made Makayla remember why she was here; to find and meet her father. After meeting Harry she had entirely forgotten her purpose for traveling across the world to London in the first place.

She placed the picture on the end-table and changed into some comfortable pajamas ( and threw up her hair before going to bed. It was only 7:13, but Makayla was tired, and she didn't feel like going back downstairs. She just felt like going to sleep, where she couldn't worry about what to do next.

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