Soul Siren (OneDirectionFanFiction:HarryStyles/OC)

She was the winner of The X Factor Philippines. It was the only detail we were told about the artist that was lined up to be the opening act for our upcoming world tour. Simon made it clear that we don’t Google her even before we get to meet her, let the girl introduce herself to us so to make her more interesting to work with. We can’t help but get curious of course. What made her so special that Simon was so interested and invested with this certain local artist and get her signed to work with a huge name like us, One Direction?

None of us expected that the artist we’ll be working with would somehow clash with our happy-go-lucky personalities. We were not told that the girl had a very bittersweet past and that her life was not all about fame and fortune after she won The X Factor a year ago.

We didn’t expect that we will meet someone like Makie Romero, a soul siren.


10. All She Needs


I felt like singing once more.


“Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed?

And wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said,

And tend to touches just to show you how I feel,

Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal?




Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this,

I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it,

Coz it’s a tragic truth if you don’t feel the same,

My heart would fall apart if someone says your name.”



I would like to thank the gods that Makie was such a deep sleeper. Well, maybe I should also give some credit to my insomnia tonight. If it wasn’t for it, I would not be where I am at the very moment.


I haven’t slept at all. I just watched Makie sleep soundly in my arms. Tears have already dried down and her sobs were replaced by soft even breathing while half of her face rested delicately right against my chest. The palm of her small hand laid flat in the deep curve in my mid torso with her fingers faintly tickling every nerve beneath the skin of that certain spot, sending damn fireworks all over me, and all I could think of was how grateful I was that I made the decision of leaping off the balcony in three o’clock in the morning.


It was too intimate, how Makie and I were positioned together in the center of the mattress and how our naked skin made contact with each other. I tried not to make any sudden movement because I don’t want to wake Makie up and find me holding her. She will freak out for sure and I will get a well-deserved beating from all of the lads once they hear about how I sneaked in to Makie’s room with her not knowing at all.


But then I have a reason, a good enough one might I just add, and it seems like I’m the only one who knows about the whole thing, -Makie’s screams and nightmares.


My eyes quickly darted towards the analogue clock in the side table and saw it was already half past 6 o’clock in the morning. Members of the team were bound to wake up any time soon so I decided to slip out without being caught.


I bet my sexy bum that someone gave Makie a huge dose of caffeine once again, or she secretly sneaked out of the arena, went on a run to the nearest vending machine and drank gallons of coffee. She was completely passed out. She didn’t even jolt at all when I slipped myself off of her and leave the damsel alone on the bed.


I was very much confident that I won’t get caught. The coast was clear when I walked out of Makie’s hotel room door. No one would know I spent the night with Makie-,


“It’s been two weeks ever since Makie had her last nightmare.”


I almost wet my underpants.


I’m dead. I’m dead. You don’t need to tell me again because THE HELL I KNOW I’M GOING TO BE DEAD!


My whole body was immediately stuck frozen in place. It was too early and for the fact that I was still high that I just held Makie right in my arms for hours that made me incapable of thinking of any good, acceptable and realistic excuse why in the world did I just came out from Makie’s room. Well, too much confidence kills me sometimes. I just stood there still in the middle of the hotel corridor without turning around and face the person who caught me, Vanessa. Of all the people who were to catch me red-handedly, why does it have to be Makie’s manager herself? Not only will Vanessa tear me to small pieces, she will probably save the best for last by castrating Little Harry too. Fuck my life. 


Vanessa is just as completely weird as Makie sometimes. The woman pops out of nowhere, who does that?!


Oh yeah, Makie.


Be a fucking man and bravely receive the blow or just be a coward and runaway? I haven’t decided what to do at all, but then I heard Vanessa asked me, “How’s Makie? Is she still asleep?” I don’t want to be rude to her anymore so I made up my mind and turned my heels around. My entire face clearly showed shame as I looked at her. I bit my lips and just gave her a nod for an answer.


What’s really surprising for me was to see that Vanessa wasn’t fuming with so much anger. Her facial expression was in contrast of what I supposedly think someone would give me if they found out my little rendezvous in Makie’s room. She doesn’t have the strict manager mask in her face. Vanessa looked straight me in the eyes and there it showed.


She was relieved.


The hallway was completely deserted, yet she spoke in hushed voice like she doesn’t want anyone to know that we were talking something about Makie. Vanessa walked towards me and asked once more, “Did you know about this before?”


Wait, before? Is she telling me that this was not Makie’s first and that she has been suffering that way for a few times before? God, I can’t bear to imagine how she goes all through out of it alone. “No Ma’am. Last night was my first time to see and hear Makie cry because she was having a nightmare.” I told her back.


A deep sigh escaped the manager’s lips before she spoke to me again. “I have witnessed it once before, back in the Philippines when-,” but Vanessa quickly stopped herself from telling something to me. When what?


She completely left it hanging for me to wonder once again. Instead, she told me, “Well, the experience was just too frightening for me to recall all over again. Honestly, I was terrified at how dreadful Makie was like that one time I saw her endure a whole night crying and screaming because of a nightmare.”


Terrified wouldn’t be the right word to describe how I felt when I saw Makie back there. I would say I was more concerned about her. “She never mentions anything about it the morning after. I can’t ask her either that’s why I never got the chance to know what her nightmares were about or ask her if they were different ones every time or just reoccurring most of the time.” Vanessa added. Does this mean she doesn’t know the reason behind Makie calling her Papa after a nightmare? Or was the point of her whole nightmare something about Arthur Romero? It was a crucial fact to know, but if Vanessa doesn’t know anything about it, I don’t know who I am going to approach anymore just so I could know the whole story.


The placidity of the whole corridor just added queerness to our conversation. My green eyes never left Vanessa’s boring gaze at them the whole time. These were just some of the things that our opening act kept from us, and by the looks of it, there’s plenty more. “Makie told me before the whole tour started that when she was staying with you and Louis, she would only take short naps every night because she was dead scared that you or Louis will hear her cry or scream from her room, if ever a nightmare visits her sleep. She didn’t want any of you boys to find out about it –the nightmares- because Makie was scared you would not like her. Have you ever had the chance to know about that?”


I just breathed out a long frustrated no, why does Makie want everything about her to be plain difficult? I have never met someone as knotty as her. “Ma’am, you and I both know that Makie never tells us anything.” I told the manager, and then continued, “I’m really sorry. If you need to tell Uncle Simon that you caught me, go and tell him then. I’ll take all the punishment but please, you just need to know that I didn’t do anything offending or inappropriate with her. I just got really worried the moment I heard Makie scream. And will it save me a bit if I were to tell you that I went bonkers and jumped off from our balcony to hers just to see what was happening? I could have died you know but all I could think of was Makie, what was wrong with her and why was she screaming.” I tried to defend myself.


Though no one could really prove my stand other than of course me, but Vanessa didn’t look like she was going to tell Uncle and it seemed like she did believe my whole line of reasoning. “No one was ever there to hold or even tried to calm Makie down when she has those episodes. Believe me when I tell you that she suffered way worse than what you and I heard from her last night.” she said.


No one was ever there for her. Someone, -that was all she needs.


I was perplexed with what I have been told about, “You heard her too last night? Why didn’t you check on Makie then?” I asked her immediately.


Vanessa chuckled back at me before she answered, “I did see you coming in from the balcony, Harry.” Well, I did not see her coming in from the front door. Told you, Vanessa was just as strange as Makie. “I came in a second later than you. You were so shocked with what you have witnessed that you just jumped next to Makie and cradled her like a child. I was hands down with how you handled Makie and her throws.”


“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” I needed to ask her once again. Though Vanessa was clear on complimenting my fearlessness, the chances of Harry Styles getting killed by this Uncle Simon girl version 2.0 was still high. She is still Makie’s mama.


“No, I’m not. Why would I even be mad at you when really I should be thanking you for being so concerned and helped Makie there?” she told me back.


Now I’m relieved. There will be no beating the crap out of Harry Styles drama in the near future!


But this wasn’t joke time.


“Vanessa, I just want to know,” Is this the right time to ask her? But then if I let this chance to slip, everything will be more complicated anyway. “Could you please be honest with me? What’s wrong with Makie?”


But then, it was chance itself that ruined the right time. Vanessa didn’t get the chance to answer my question because Liam and Zayn came out of their hotel room. “Good morning Vanessa! Oh wow Harry, you’re up too early! That’s a first. Would you guys like to join Zayn and I for breakfast then?” Liam asked.


“Yeah, sure mate. I’ll meet you there. I’m just going to get a change.” I said as I stopped at Louis and my room.


Vanessa followed Liam and Zayn but then she stopped for a second, looked back at me and said, “We’ll resume this later.”





“Wow, you guys are amazing tonight!” Makie said through her microphone while she sat behind the white grand piano. She just recently finished her third song and was about to do her finale before we go on stage. Originally, the opening act only does up to two songs, but the fans requested Makie to do more. How can we say no? Everyone loved the Makie Romero package. Our tour manager, Paul, obliged with the whole idea. Makie ended with two more songs to perform every night for the next forty shows she was lined up to open for.


“How are you guys enjoying the show?” Makie smiled to the packed arena before her.  The boys and I, together with Uncle Simon and Vanessa, watched from the back stage’s monitors. All five screens have her face zoomed in. The lightning crew made a good job of making her whole face glow and it just completely made her more captivating for her audience, including us. Her hazelnut colored eyes didn’t have the slightest hint that she even cried for hours in her sleep while her red thin lips I was tempting to fall for once more have drawn a small smile.


Yet I know that behind that beautiful smile right there in her face, Makie was trying to fake it –her pains and fears- and she was doing it right.


“Now, I’m really supposed to do a more upbeat song for my finale, but if you guys don’t mind, I would like to do a quick change only just this one time.” She announced. The audience shouted random answers back. Makie waited for the screams to quiet down before she spoke again. “If you guys must know, I came from a very small country that is a thousand miles away from where I am now. Being with you, performing my heart out to all of you, right here is such a huge privilege and I’m more than thankful for it but I have been away from home for quite a long time. If I were to be given a chance to call this place home, I would do so in a heartbeat. But my home is somewhere else, and I hope through this song, I could give you the emotion of what I’m actually feeling right now. This song holds a lot of meaning for me. It was actually one of mine and my Papa’s favorites and… and… I just miss him so much.”


For a moment I thought she was going to cry right there on the stage when she mentioned home and her Papa, -how she missed him so much. I felt Louis nudged me from my side and looked carefully at me. “Are you okay there Harry?” It was clear to me that I’m perturbed by Makie, and I couldn’t tell anything to the other boys until I find out the reason behind it.  


Her back-up band began playing the harmony for the song while Makie’s fingers played a melody from the piano. She breathed out a sigh before she announced, “This song is called Broken.”


The broken clock is a comfort

It let me sleeps tonight,

Maybe I can’t stop tomorrow

from stealing all my time.




And I am here waiting,

But I still have my doubts,

I am damaged that much

but you already figured it out.




I’m falling apart

I’m barely breathing

With a broken heart that’s still beating

In the pain is there healing

In your name I find meaning

So I’m holding on,

I’m holding on,

I’m barely holding on to you.”




“That song is deep. Man, I feel like bawling in tears right now.” I heard Liam said beside me. No one laughed or even snickered with his sudden sensitivity because I, for one, felt like crying too. This was the first song Makie has ever performed that I can’t really interpret. If I were to construe beyond the lyrics, it doesn’t sound like she only misses her father and home.


And it seems like the fans were feeling the same. The entire arena went from deafening loud to sudden quiescent and I’m positive enough to say that everyone was doing their own understanding of the song. They listened carefully to every word that Makie sang.


“The broken lights were all warning

It got inside my head,

I tried my best to be guarded

I’m an open book instead



And I still see your reflection inside my eyes,

I am looking for purpose

But still looking for life.



I’m falling apart

I’m barely breathing

With a broken heart that’s still beating

In the pain is there healing

In your name I find meaning

So I’m holding on

I’m holding on

I’m barely holding on to you”



I tore my eyes from the screen for a second so that I could look at Vanessa and ask her using my stare, but I failed to get her attention because Vanessa and Uncle Simon were already talking in hushed voice a few feet away from us. Both managers looked concerned about Makie and the song.


She is not okay.’ I read from the lady manager’s lips.


I know, Vanessa. Let me know why.


I turned my attention back to the screen and watched our opening act perform. Though her eyes were completely hidden under her side swept bangs, I am sure that both beads were welling up with warm tears that once dampened my skin.


“I’m hanging out another day

And that’s to see if you will throw my way,

And I’m hanging out to the words you say

You said that I will be okay.”



Her voice has the most obvious hint that she was on the verge of breaking down in the middle of her song, but she refrained her emotions from spilling and continued singing her heart out.



“The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone,

I may have lost my way now,

Heaven forgot my way home.



I’m falling apart

I’m barely breathing

With a broken heart that’s still beating

In the pain is there healing

In your name I find meaning

So I’m holding on

I’m holding on

I’m still holding on

I’m barely holding on to you.”



After the last note played, I just quickly leapt off the couch like I was on some kind of auto mode. I didn’t even try to look back at the boys and explain my action. Somehow, I was glad that not one of them tried to stop and ask me. They already knew what I was about to do.


I saw Makie making her way to the backstage. I dodged through the stage crew swarming the place and gave her the one thing she needed the most at that very moment.


Makie wasn’t expecting me at all. I felt her froze before me when I just grabbed her there and enveloped her inside my outstretched arms that was aching to give her every single thing she needed this whole time. I then let her hide the emotion that was already showing from her face by me lightly pushing the back of her head closer to me so that she could hollow on her entire face right against my chest.


I know that every single pair of eyes was staring straight at us but I wasn’t afraid of what the whole team might say. They simple don’t matter to me anymore.


I’m ready to be that someone Makie needed.






It wasn’t quite hard to convince the other lads and Makie that I was in big trouble. With how I acted towards the opening act before One Direction went on stage, of course everyone will believe that our manager was pissed with me.


“Mr. Cowell wants to talk with you, Harry.” was Vanessa’s clever excuse that made everyone believe I am screwed. Oh, no worries, she didn’t tell him that I spent last night with Makie. We just really needed a cover story that the boys and Makie will believe in.


Good thing, all of us just recently found out that Makie has never tasted yogurt before, like, never ever. How could you do that, Arthur Romero? The poor child has been deprived of sweet cold treat her whole life. That was completely unfair, just because she has those amazing set of vocal chords that still doesn’t mean she can’t have them. Well, I’m sorry to say Papa, Makie decided to start a rebellion.


And because the rest of the boys thought Makie was just suffering homesickness, an after concert Pink berry treat would be great help to alleviate her loneliness. Cue in Vanessa’s genius idea. Bam, commencing the perfect interrogation time!


When the boys and Makie left the venue right after the concert, Vanessa and I quickly drove back together to the hotel where the whole team was still staying for the night. We acted just casual when we left the arena. I can’t have the rest of the team or the paparazzi assuming once again that I’m back to my taste of dating older women and that Vanessa and I are having some kind of secret affair.


Let me just clear it. I like the talent, not the manager.


We decided to lock ourselves at Makie’s room. Scenes from what happened last night flooded my mind and I can’t help but want Makie back inside my arms and hold her all night. If only she knew what I was willing to do and give her, maybe she will say yes.


Vanessa sat down at Makie’s study area while I made myself comfortable sitting at the edge of her bed which wasn’t that far from the table anyway. There were few pens and papers with some books scattered on her study table. “I’m also Makie’s private tutor. We try to make the most of what we could tackle on her spare time. We’re working on Basic Maths now.”


I just frowned with what Vanessa told me. Isn’t Makie a little too old for Basic Maths?


“Don’t worry, Makie is a fast learner.” She added.


I’m stuck with college Algebra. Does that make me a genius? I don’t think so.


I was worried, “Is Makie having problems with her school work?”


She was shuffling and stacking the papers and books neatly at the other side of the table. “Oh no, I’m just laying the lessons down to her one at a time as to what we were advised.” Vanessa told me.


“Why is everyone making sure that Makie is never pressured at anything? I don’t understand. Makie isn’t a young child. She’s old enough to understand that pressure is part of every person’s life.”


The lady manager looked at me and for a moment, I was intimidated by her. “Is that what you really wanted to ask me, Harry?” she asked.


“No, Ma’am.” I immediately told her back. It just really slipped out of my mouth. The question wasn’t even part of the list of questions in my head. There was a whole load of bigger and deeper questions I opted to know on this minimal time.


And it starts with the most crucial question boggling me ever since last night,


“Vanessa, where is Arthur Romero?”


A very eerie silence surrounded the place that made me most uncomfortable to be sitting inside Makie’s room. Something felt wrong. I saw Vanessa took her phone out and fiddled on it for a few second. She then handed me the phone with a video on YouTube loading. “That is Makie’s winning performance at The X Factor Philippines grand finals last August 24, 2011. She sang ‘I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing’ by Aerosmith which was one of her few favorites.” She said.


For the next five minutes, I was lost on Makie’s taped number. She has not showed us yet her prowess on singing such songs. She was always sweet and soulful, this performance made me believe even more that there was no doubt she was the winner. If she fought with us on The X Factor U.K, we would definitely lose to her. 


“With a total of 94.84%, the grand winner of The X Factor Philippines is…MAKIE ROMERO!!!”


And for the first time, the camera got Makie’s shocked expression on screen as she started crying and hugging the other act who competed with her, –a group of boys and a solo middle aged man. Gold and silver confetti showered the entire stage as Makie went at the center of the stage and thanked everyone, her eyes brimmed with sparkling tears and a huge smile etched on her lips. The camera zoomed in from the side where a man came on stage and ran towards Makie to whom I immediately recognized to be Arthur Romero himself. He was crying too while Makie sang for the last time on stage as the credits started to roll.


I clicked on the comments section for the video but it was disabled. It deserved some praise, so I said, “That was so amazing. There’s no doubt Makie’s born for this… but Ma’am, this video doesn’t answer my question where her Papa is.”


Vanessa leaned towards me and then clicked on another video from the said account with the title ‘Makie Romero performs A Daughter’s Love for her Papa’s 47th birthday’.


While my eyes were glued at the beautiful Makie singing to her father the heartwarming song with so much passion and love for him, I felt Vanessa’s eyes staring at me. “Arthur Romero was a famous song composer back in the Philippines. He loved his only daughter so much that he’s written so many songs for Makie to sing someday. Arthur was Makie’s number one supporter as well as inspiration. He’s always believed in her and her talent. For Makie, nobody could ever be better man than her father.” She told me.


Maybe that’s why Makie misses him so much. Her father was the only significant one in she has in her life. “So Arthur is still back in the Philippines working, am I right? Is there a chance anytime soon that he will join Makie on the world tour?” I asked. “I can ask Uncle to have him fly to London for a few days as soon as possible so we could surprise Makie. She’s homesick and clearly needs her Papa.”


It took a while for Vanessa to speak back to me. I thought she didn’t like my idea but then I waited patiently for what she thinks about it. Vanessa just sighed, “I’m afraid that won’t happen, Harry.”


Frown etched my face once again. I was frustrated, angry and saddened all at the same time. “Why? Ma’am, Makie really needs her Papa now. Can’t you see she’s so sad-,”


“Arthur Romero’s dead.”


I swear my heart stopped beating for a second.  


Arthur Romero is dead.


I was speechless. How can I give Makie what she needed when the only thing I know she needed the most as of the very moment doesn’t even exist on earth anymore?


“Now that you know the truth about Arthur, can ask you something else?” My eyes once again met Vanessa’s piercing brown stare at me before she threw me another mind boggling question.


“Do you believe in miracles, Harry?”




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