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.


20. Heart Beats Fast

It wasn’t Niall’s snore that got me to stir up.


It was the light feathery touch of someone’s cold fingertips I felt grazing my cheeks that instantly made me woke up, just in time to hear her call out my name in the same soft mellow voice I have was dying to hear once again. “Harry,”


It took my mind a second to register that she just whispered my name.


I quickly sat up and look if it was just a dream, if I was only hearing things, but no. I saw Makie’s tired eyes looking straight back at my worried ones. What made it more surreal for me was seeing Makie trying to slowly stretch her lips to form a small smile, something to tell me she’s there with me and that she’s just fine.


“Let’s go home,” was the first thing she asked.


I felt emotional. I fought back the tear of joy that she’s finally awake. I don’t want her to see that I was scared for some time. Makie was just so beautiful in my eyes. How can someone like her be this delicate but tough at the same time? She’s such a beautiful mystery.


“Makie,” I whispered as I leaned myself forward and immediately pressed a delicate kiss on her still bruised temple. My thumb delicately traced her pale cold cheeks. And my nose delicately placed closely on top of hers, our lips inches away from colliding to a sweet delicate kiss I’ve missed when she was deeply asleep and I was worried she’d forget about me.


I can feel everything about her. I was holding her in my arms. She’s here. She’s back. She’ stayed.


“Harry,” Makie called out my name again.


Everything inside me was jumping out of gladness. I have never been so happy to hear my name out, ever.


Then she softly uttered, “I did not forget anything about you, Harry Styles.”


She heard me before. She heard my wish.


It was my moment of clarity, and was the only thing I needed before I finally pressed my lips against hers. It was the kiss itself that sealed us the fact that both of our feelings haven’t been anyway forgotten too.


Makie’s lips smiling while we kissed made me not want to stop, never.


“I’ll call the doctors and tell them you’re awake.” I told her, but she held me back by my arm. “Is there something wrong? Do you feel any pain? Please Makie, tell me.” I quickly panicked.


Her small hands reached up and travelled to my face so to hold me in place, steady just next to her. “There’s no pain I can’t tolerate.” She told me. “Only, I think my heart is going to burst right out of my chest.” she added.


The heart monitor was telling me the same. The beats it emitted were now loud and faster than the previous sounds. 


This time, her arms pulled me down to her as if she wants me to hug her. She slowly placed my head right against her chest, and that’s when I realized she wanted me to listen closely to her heart. She laid my head right there just so to make me feel how her heart beats were accelerating to such a fast rhythm, thumping so loud it echoed through my eardrums that sent heavy beats down that accelerated mine as well.


“Do you feel how it beats for you? How my heart beats fast? Do you feel how it missed you? It’s almost like my heart has a mind of its own. It knows when your close. It recognizes every touch you do. It loves every kiss you give. Delicate thing, but it turns wild and all crazy when you’re here next to me Harry.” she said as she lovingly stroked my curls with her tiny fingertips.


“This is how you affect me Harry. You make me feel.” Makie added just as she enveloped my body inside her arms, taking me in just so to understand everything she meant by me being beside her.


We laid there together for a while. I listened to her heart beats while she cradled my head in her chest like I was a newborn child, slowly familiarizing her feeling.


I wished we’d just stay like this forever.


It’s going to be our very own version of happily ever after.


“Harry?” Makie called out again.


Eyes closed, I replied, “Hmm?”


“How long was I asleep?”


“Three days. Why?”


“Oh, so in that three days that I was passed out…” she paused for a bit. “Niall and Andie finally got together?”


“Huh?” I looked up at Makie and saw her looking over the other side where the other people I somehow forgot about were resting in the same room with us.


Both Niall and Andie were asleep on the couch. Niall –snoring loudly- had his head on Andie’s lap, her left arm rested on her stomach while the other one was placed flat in his chest. I noticed how Niall’s hand was just inches away from hers like he was planning on holding her too in her sleep, but being Niall of course he didn’t get the balls to do so. He hesitated in the last minute.


I don’t understand it, Andie was more stressed than I am by staying almost every single day watching over with me in hospital, but now she looked rejuvenated. They were both sleeping so peacefully like his awfully loud snore was an enchanting lullaby.


I returned my gaze at Makie and saw her smiling back. Happy now that love was felt all over the quiet room of the hospital. Again, it was only her heart that I could hear, which was still beating faster, and faster.


Love truly is a big mystery. Maybe I just underestimated Niall’s lucky Irish charm to the little lass. Maybe Niall fends off some effects to her too. Maybe Andie feels comfort when Niall’s around, just like how Makie feels the same thing with me.


Which in case, I wonder whose heart was beating faster –Andie’s or Niall’s?


----------(Soul Siren)----------


Makie got released from the hospital the next day. We were also scheduled to fly off to Paris, France to continue on with European leg of the tour so she didn’t really get the chance to have a time to breathe at any way. The management said her ‘little accident’ got us a little carried away and that we were all behind schedule. Apparently, they thought Makie’s accident was just something minor. How crazy and stupid is it that they said they didn’t know that she was unconscious for days?


It was brighter than the sun. Modest management didn’t really care anything about Makie Romero. They just care about the money they get because of her talent.


Screw them all.


Then I also got a memo. I was told not to do any ‘too much display of affection with the front act’ because it’s not good for my image. Since when did ‘my’ image become the sole topic of concern? Sometimes Makie spends more time with Niall than the others but that does not got questioned at all, to think Niall himself blatantly confessed his attraction for Makie in interviews before.


Fuck you, Modest Management.


We were on the first class cabin dozing off when suddenly a tired looking Andie came up front where Louis and I were seated.


“I know you were told to stick to your bottom in your seat for the whole flight, and I’m not sure if seating next to Tomlinson for the next 15 hours is a good idea but please I’m begging here. Let’s exchange seats, now Harry.”


Louis groaned next to me for getting distracted in his sleep, but when he glared down and saw Andie in her knees, her hands grasping mine, he jumped off to life immediately. I shot both of them a frown and asked Andie, “Uh, is there something wrong?”


Andie just sighed back. “I don’t want to lose an arm. I need it.”


Apparently, Louis misinterpreted Andie kneeling down before me and the ‘I need it’ reply. “Oh my God, are you giving Harry a head?! You are naughty, Andie Tiu!” he shouted, nearly waking everyone up.


Andie was just quicker and shut him off by pressing her hand on his mouth before he could say anything else. “Idiot,” she scoffed back at him. “Come on, Harry. Just go before I change my mind. She won’t sleep because she’s scared, and I’m really fucking tired. You’re better with calming Makie than I am. Make her sleep or she’ll pass out again on the next show.”


I smirked down at her and said, “You really suck with doing your job,” before getting off my chair and pushing Andie next to Louis who was still mumbling incoherent thoughts while slowly dozing off to sleep again. “Good luck with getting any rest.”  


After watching Louis pushed away the armrest in the middle and grasped his arms and limbs on to Andie like he was a koala nuzzling on a tree, I left and quietly made my way to where Makie was seated.


She was the only one left with the cabin light on. As I reached down to where she was, I realized Makie was still awake with a book and pen in her hands.


“Hey,” I softly greeted. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping rather than doing your schoolwork?”


She turned her head to look at me, feigning a surprise that I showed up there. “Harry, what are you doing here?” she asked.


I sat down next to her and said, “Makie, it’s pretty late. You should be resting by now.”


Still frowning, she said, “Um…that’s Andie’s seat.”


“Actually Andie asked to change seats with me. She’s battling a half sleeping slash half bonkers Louis now.” I told her. Just like what Louis did, I pushed the armrest away that was in between us. “She also mentioned that you’re having a hard time getting some sleep.”




Of course I reason behind it, and by this time I know it’s not because she drank gallons of coffee or because she’s terrified of the plane ride itself.


I just watched her as she took the book and pen away back inside her bag. “I wasn’t surprised when she left. She was probably scared off that I’m going to cut her arm’s circulation just like what happened on the last flight.” Makie said.


Now getting the answer to why the nurse didn’t want to be seated to her patient, I replied with a smile and said, “Yeah, she said she wants to still have her arm.”  


I reached out and turned off the cabin light above her, and then carefully reclined the chair, laid my back down and softly muttered, “Come here,”


Slowly, I pulled Makie by her arm and let her head down to rest against my chest. I felt her tense for a while but eventually, she calmed down. From how her touch came in contact with my body, I knew instantly where her anxiety was coming from.  


She wouldn’t let herself fall into slumber because she’s still haunted by the forgotten images of her past.


“Are you still getting nightmares?” I quietly asked while I lightly stroked down her velvety brown curls.


For a second, I thought she wouldn’t want to talk about it. But then words came out of her mouth so soft I could have missed it if I wasn’t paying attention. “They will never go away. Those nightmares will be my constant reminder of that sad unfinished chapter in the story of my life before.”


In that moment, that was nothing more I would like to do other than to take those painful memories away from her.


Someday, she might finally consider beginning a new chapter in her life with someone named Harry Styles in every page.


But how do I start? How will I do it?


I can still remember Makie said she doesn’t need fixing because she already accepted the fact she’ll never be whole again.


But maybe then I could try. I’ll make her feel that in this new chapter in her life, she will be fine just by being with me.


She may be shattered in pieces, but at least inside her heart she can feel love.


“I can’t sleep Harry.” She finally confessed out.


“Obviously,” I felt her soft giggles echo in my chest. It made me smile myself. “Stay. No matter how hard it’s going to be for us. Just stay.”


Makie’s arms draped over my waist and nodded back.


“Let me sing you a lullaby then.”


I then started humming softly,


“You’ve carried on so long

You couldn’t stop if you tried it

You built your walls so high

That no one could climb

But I’m gonna try



Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?

Would you let me see beneath your perfect?

Take it off now, girl

Take it off now, girl

I wanna see inside

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?



I’m gonna climb on top of your ivory tower

I’ll hold your hand and then we’ll jump right out

We’ll be falling, falling

But that’s okay

Cause I’ll be right here

I just wanna know



Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?

Would you let me see beneath your perfect?

Take it off now girl

Take it off now girl

I wanna see inside

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?

Oh, tonight

See beneath your beautiful

We ain’t perfect

We ain’t perfect, no

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?”


When I felt her breathing even out with mine, I finally assumed she really was asleep.


I kissed her head and uttered a soft, “Sleep my love. When you wake up, I’ll still be here with you. I promise.”


Our conversation was soon finally turned into quietness. Nothing mattered around us. In that small space, it was only me and Makie again.


Somewhere in between me dozing off to sleep and feeling euphoria while Makie lay right inside my arms, I heard her whispered softly,




Makie stopped for a little bit, hesitated like she wasn’t sure if it was right to speak out about something. She probably thought that I was already asleep myself, that’s why I didn’t respond anyhow.


I patiently waited for her to continue on. Seconds -might have been minutes- passed but still she didn’t say anything. Still, I waited.


I can’t help but listen to my heart beats getting faster. It was surprisingly in rhythm with hers.


Lub dub.


Lub dub.


Lub dub.


I felt her slightly move. Just after one deep breath, she went on with the words, clearly uttered with such mellow but such precision and truthfulness.


“I won’t hold back anymore.”


I think my own heart suddenly skipped a beat.


“I love you, Harry.”

  End Notes:


Random update, I know. I just felt like really posting it now. :) I did promise a better chapter than the last one, right? 


So, how is it? There's a lot of fluff I know so if you're not a fan of fluff thingys you're probably hating me right now. But I might give some heads up, there's MORE NEXT CHAPTER. ;


Then there's also a lot of Niall & Andie from my previous posts. I know some of you don't like it (NO, DON'T HIDE IT! TELL ME IF YOU HATE 'EM!). It's just that I feel Niall's really needs his own 'Makie' right?


Enough blabble. Tell me what you think!


--> @_AndieTiu

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