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.


12. Treacherous


The faintest touch of her fingertips against every inch of my bare skin; her warm body wrapped inside my arms; her hazelnut eyes never leaving my emerald gaze; her sweet lingering kisses in my lips that took me to my own version of bliss; these were just some of the things I don’t want to miss ever again.


Four hours -four whole euphoric hours- was how long Makie stayed with me. Intertwined underneath the thick white duvet sheet of my hotel bed, with her still fully clothed of the shimmery dress and my upper body gone of the dark polo I previously wore, Makie and I treasured every single second we were in each other’s arms. My mind and soul was awake. I didn’t let my eyes fall just to sleep, not when I had every single chance to just watch Makie watch me adore her, kiss her beautiful face, nibble her sensitive earlobe, tease the part where her neck meets her jawline with my lips and just show her what I have meant with every action I’ve shown her the entire time we were together. In that few hours together, nothing mattered to us. I never forced her, she chose to stay. I let her give in herself to me. Though nothing happened further other than aggressive kisses, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.


When the rays of sunlight slipped in to the blinds of the window, both of us knew we needed to separate. It was a bittersweet reminder that our time enveloped in each other’s warmth has come to an end and that she needed to leave my room even before someone could get us caught and be the cause of a big trouble for the team. If only I could freeze time and let us stay like these for so much longer, I would. I’m not even sure when or if I will ever hold her like this way ever again. That second Makie untangled her small frame off of my arms and slipped out of the room with just one lingering look back at me, she was already missed.


This is wrong they said. We are still considered as professionals working together, this should never happen.


Well, fuck management.


There’s nothing stopping me anymore from wanting her. That moment together was our sign. I will never get enough of Makie Romero.



“You were totally drunk last night but you don’t have any chance of hangover? Wow, you are all sorts of impossible, Makie.” A very much hammered Louis announced as he slammed his breakfast platter and face in the dining table where Makie was currently sitting on, working on something while having her cup of coffee. All four boys complained of having hangovers to her. I was also high, -so high because of love.


I don’t even know how she miraculously did it, but it was true. After everything that happened last night, Makie still managed to get up early, help the catering crew make breakfast for everyone, apparently study by the looks of the books and papers in the table, and most especially, look me straight in the eyes.


“What have you got there?” I asked as I sat next to her.


I looked over at the pile of things she’s got with her. Makie tucked in her long bangs behind her ears and said, “I just got really inspired to write a song, but it’s not done yet.” I saw her smile down at the paper full of scribbles. “Would you like to see some of it?”


“Sure, I would love to.” I scooted closer to her, leaving us only a few inches between each other once again. Suddenly, the same butterflies and sparks I felt last night came invading my empty stomach as the scenes of what we just had a few hours ago flooded my mind, and I can’t help but want to touch her again.


‘Put your lips close to mine,

As long as they don’t touch.

Out of focus,

Eye to eye,

Till the gravity’s too much.’


I looked at Makie and there we were caught again, eyes locked and both lips parted, waiting to fill the desperate call to kiss one another. Some things about last night were too special to be left forgotten, and so these lyrics came instantly upon.


‘And I’ll do anything you say,

If you say it with your hands.

And I’d be smart to walk away,

But you’re a quicksand.’


Makie has perfectly put in words everything we felt last night.


I could have kissed her in front of Louis and I wouldn’t care at all if he gets shocked and end up telling it to our managers, only my hidden needing was stopped when I heard Zayn loudly exclaimed, “My god, if my Velvet was as good as a cook like you, I’d already marry her. Your hash browns and French toasts are so good Makie! Please cook everyday if you could.”


“Yeah, Niall is still back at the service table hoarding the tray full of it. Zayn and I just managed to get these without him cutting off our hands. Really, is there anything you can’t do?” Liam said as he sat next to Zayn.


That is the Makie Romero, breaking all kinds of awesomeness since ‘95.


While disgustingly inhaling the food in his plate, Zayn announced to everyone in the round table, “Oh Makie, Velvet said that you made your debut at Sugarscape and Perez.”


Makie shot him a frown and asked, “What?”


“She sent me these links of both sites, here.” Zayn replied as he passed me his phone. What could those gossip sites have to say about Makie at this moment? I clicked Sugarscape’s article first and read it with Makie:


Harry Styles and Makie Romero, are they together now?


Admit it Directioners, you have been expecting to read about this sometime.


Though One Direction’s talent and hotness were major points that helped them sold out concert arenas after arenas, the first leg of their Take Me Home tour wouldn’t be more perfect without Makie Romero in the scene. And that said picture just got more colorful and interesting now that the element of romance is added.


Reports and speculations that Styles and Romero are more than just tour mates have always been a very hot topic on every One Direction fan forum sites. People on the tour and even Styles’ band mates have always given us juicy details, but the events and proofed pictures taken by fans and paparazzi’s last night got us the most evident answer to all of the rumors spreading about them, and everything completely blew our mind. 


The boys of One Direction and Romero were all captured last night out for a party in a private club called Below Zero in downtown Birmingham. Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik were pictured with their respective girlfriends arriving first with the club’s lot already full packed with paparazzi and fans who found out about their night out. An hour later, Niall Horan arrived in the club solo stopping for a while to give autographs and take pictures with their dedicated fans. Just a few minutes later, Styles and Romero stepped out of the same car where Horan came, surprising the fans with their undeniable display of affection to each other by Styles’ arm securely wrapped in Romero’s waist and hand holding as he escorted her through the screaming fans as they went inside the club.


At first, we assumed that it was just Styles being the entire gentleman he is for their lovely opening act not to get mobbed outside by fans, but the latter events taken as the night went on begged for us to differ. A very reliable insider got us the juiciest scoop of the HAKIE romance all through the night that was apparently Romero’s birthday party which was the boys’ surprise for her.


It was said that Styles and Romero has never left each other’s side the entire time. While their friends were busy getting loose in booze and loud music, the said couple where captured having their own alone moment together in the cocktail bar with huge smiles on their faces, obviously having their own quality fun time as they took in couple rounds of shots as to what the bartender has told our insider. “He was sitting in the bar alone before the girl came over and I heard she said that he looked sad which I agreed on. The boy looked troubled in some sort but in that very second she sat next to him, he perked up and looked brighter. He must have really liked her by the way I saw how he stared at her as she told him to have fun with her. They ended up ordering shots after shots and were laughing the whole time.” The story was followed by pictures (seen below the article) of Styles and Romero dancing together on which they looked too close to be just tour mates. “It was a bit dark in the middle of the dance floor where they danced together intimately, but I’m pretty much sure that they were just inches way, -they were practically all over each other. If I’m not mistaken, they could have shared a kiss without anyone noticing at all.” And so the night went on with Styles and Romero dancing until they decided to leave, also together. A few more pictures of them leaving the club with only the two of them escorted by their bodyguard were taken taking us to the assumption that they must have continued their own party in the hotel. Oh how the fan girls’ hearts shattered in to tiny pieces when the pictures circled the World Wide Web last night.


We don’t need to have any confirmations anymore because it’s crystal clear to us.


HAKIE does exist. 



“Wow.” “Err.” Were the only comments Makie and I managed to say after reading the article. When I thought last night no one even noticed us sparking up the club, the world outside was already buzzing every single moment pictured. You know what really doesn’t exist? Privacy.


“If I were you, I wouldn’t read Perez’s write-up. His article is shitload.” Uh oh.


Yet Zayn’s profanity didn’t stop Makie from getting curious. “What does it says?” she asked him.


We saw how Zayn just bit his lips, refraining himself from telling anything. If her name also made it to Perez’s site, it must be mean something bad. “Just so you know Makie, you’re not what they say you are. All that matters is that you are simply amazing and that we love you. You shouldn’t bother wasting time reading things like this. Some people just-. They just really don’t know when’s the point they should stop writing something very unrealistic.” Liam’s save was, making me realize he must have already read the article too. Anxiety has replaced the light feeling inside my stomach. If these gossips sites are bashing Makie with what happened in the club last night, it will be entirely my own fault. I was defenseless with all the camera lenses capturing everything I wanted. It was me who was careless but it was Makie who’s getting the blame.


Makie didn’t listen to Liam’s warning. She quickly snatched the phone from my hand and read on her own. I just then took mine saw that Perez did mention it to my account on Twitter.


‘Makie Romero finally gets dirty with Harry Styles.’


It’s about time we find the real deal about this so called ‘budding tour mates’. It’s inevitable. He’s single, she’s a girl. He’s very rich, very famous and very, very desirable, she’s…well, she’s okay. It was bound to happen. Of course, someone like little Makie ‘Whoremero’ Romero would be Harry Style’s perfect type. Shocking, right?


Well, no. We saw it all coming down to this. What’s really shocking is that it took the fans almost two months to believe that they were for real. Weren’t the ‘Harry Style’s mystery girl’ pictures even before the tour started, the prolific ‘she’s mine’ tweets, and her hacking his Twitter to show the whole world his man thongs not proof enough? Pity. Oh, and let’s not forget to mention that Ms. ‘Whoremero’ Romero seems to enjoy that she’s a pretty lucky lassie because before Harry made it clear at the party last night that she’s his shorty, Irish boy Niall Horan got the dibs of ‘She’s mine’ first and now they’re reportedly throwing the best friends forever card. That is one thing we didn’t see coming at all.


Oh how I LOVE that tiny girl this very moment. The nickname suits her perfectly.


Ch-ch-check out the pictures of Harry and Makie in the party below which pretty much explained everything! Dingily dirty, right?



Oh, how I would LOVE…to kill Perez.


None of us spoke after Makie carefully pushed the phone back to Zayn. He, on the other hand, left his chair and walked to her side only to envelope her in a tight hug. “Oh, Makie honey,” he muttered softly to her as he placed a kiss on top of her head. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been more sensitive and should not have mentioned about it anyway. I feel bad right now. I’m really sorry Makie.” He added. Liam left his chair too and copied him by hugging Makie from behind the chair she sat on soon after Zayn’s. He placed his chin on Makie’s other shoulder and said “Forget what you read. Just remember that we love and appreciate everything about you.” before he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.


Her face didn’t show any sign that she’s about to cry or that she’s angry, but she does look disappointed. Makie just let out a deep sigh then told us, “I’m okay boys. Don’t worry.” She even showed us a smile so to prove it, but Zayn, Liam and I didn’t buy it.


What happened to my beautiful morning?




Our head snapped to the direction where the shout came from and immediately saw Niall walking towards the table with two plates full of food in both of his hands. “I LOVE YOU!!!” he loudly pronounced to the shocked girl that made the other crew member look at him and laugh at his silliness. It didn’t take long for Liam, Zayn, Makie and I to chuckle with them too.


Niall does know when to crack such sadden time. I think this was his purpose in life.


He walked towards Makie and surprised her as he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be sad anymore. I told Perez to fuck off.” He said. I then saw Louis raised his hand up to catch attention though his whole face was still smashed at the table, “Makie babe, just so you know, I did so too.”


Makie never asked for these things to happen to her, and she will never ever deserve this kind of hate. She’s a fragile one. I’m living every second of the promise I made to myself, and this is the time for me to execute drastic measures to the people who wanted to harm her. Makie needed every protection I could give from things that will hurt her just because her name is associated with us. I’m already pushing the boundaries off the limits the management told us. I mean it when I said nothing was stopping me from making Makie mine.


And so I did what I should have done.


-@PerezHilton: Leave Makie alone. Call her with that awful name ever again and you’ll get what you deserve. I MEAN IT.






I heard the sweet mellow melody coming from Makie’s room accompanied by her soft voice as she sang her own lyrics.


“I can't decide if it's a choice
Getting swept away
I hear the sound of my own voice
Asking you to stay
And all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Forever going with the flow but you're friction


This slope is Treacherous
This path is reckless
This slope is Treacherous
I like it”


All five of us knew the articles got Makie really bad at some point, and she wanted to divert her attention in some other way. Though it was still our day-off, Makie requested to go on lockdown so she could work quietly for some of her songs. She declined every offer of fun with any of us. While the boys and I were enjoying the much awaited freedom for a while, Makie asked to be left alone and make her own self busy by working some more.


That left me with nothing. I just really wanted to spend some time with her. I originally planned on asking her out to have coffee with me and maybe talk about some stuff, but she nicely told to us leave her alone and I don’t want to be some douchebag who’ll bugger her so I could get what I want. Maybe writing songs were her self-therapy if she’s really down, and everyone has seen how good her songs turned out to be because of her being lonely.


I just got back from a quick trip from Starbucks, a tray of two to go large Coffee Caramel Macchiato on my left hand and the other one with a paper bag full of chocolate chip cookies for Makie. Hopefully these treats comfort her in some way so she could show some genuinely happy smile again and make me want to kiss her more. 


“Two headlights shine through the sleepless night
And I will get you get you alone
Your name has echoed through my mind
And I just think you should think you should know
That nothing safe is worth the drive
And I will follow you follow you home, follow you follow you home


This hope is Treacherous
This day dream is dangerous
This hope is Treacherous

I like it”   


I had the sudden hunch that those were the continuity of the lyrics to the song she showed me this morning. The song she was inspired to write about because of that certain secret moments last night, -a song that was about us.


My back was comfortably leaning against her room door as I waited patiently by listening to Makie humming in tune for the song while she played some beautiful melody in the keyboard. It was so calming that I felt like crashing on a bed somewhere by just listening to her hum. I was on some kind of reverie that I didn’t realize Makie has completely stopped singing and called out, “Niall? Is that you?” How in the world did she know someone was outside?


Luckily, I managed to jump a few meters away from the door before she opened them. If not, the coffee would become a huge waste that will stain the cream colored carpet of the hotel suite.


Makie looked surprised when she found me standing in front of her doorstep. “Oh, Harry! What are you doing here?”


It was times like these when I really liked her.


Really liked her. In an overwhelming, don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself kind of way.


Her beautiful presence completely got me tongue tied all over again. When I thought we already passed that awkward phase, here we are again in square one like for the first time. “Err… I just… Eh, S-Starbucks?” It doesn’t even make any sense and I stuttered. I, Harry Styles, just fucking stuttered. Oh so help me God.


I was expecting her to give me a very confused look, but no. Makie’s lips just formed a smirk as she shook her head because of my silliness. It was only when soft playful giggles erupted from her mouth that the smirk got broken before she said, “Honestly Harry, I don’t get you most of the time.”


“Well, most of the time it’s your fault.” I told her back.


Makie did a sweet baby Jesus pout and asked, “It’s my fault? And why is that?” as she inched herself towards me.


The alluring look she gave me with her brown eyes as she reached out and messed my curly locks with her tiny fingertips sent damn shock waves all over my body. She was doing it again; -tempting me to give in because she knew it was just us once again. There were no fans and or paparazzi to judge us. Uncle Simon and Vanessa were not there to tell us this is wrong. The boys can’t even stop what could happen in the next few minutes to us. Makie was making herself so irresistible and it was just so hard for me to reach and touch her back because my hands were currently busy holding her caffeine and sugar dose.  


And it was too impossible for me to resist. I don’t even care if somebody sudden shows up and see us inches apart. I suspended the tray of coffee and paper bag in my hands above me and leaned forward, the tips of our noses barely there touching. I couldn't fight the smile, but what was even better was that neither could her. I couldn’t hold it from stretching out in my mouth because the sensation of her lips near mine was just so pushing. She’s not the only one capable of baiting. With my low hoarse voice, I whispered right softly at her lips “Makie, you mess up with my head every single time I get this close to you.”


She loved it. I knew she just loved hearing me say those honest words to her.


 “Are those for me?” I nodded back. “Sweet,” Makie turned her head to both sides and looked around if there was single soul watching us before asking me again, “Do you want to come inside my room and hang out with me?”






Doing the meet and greet with fans before the actual concert would always be considered the most impossible to ever to get used to part of our lives as a boy band. It is fun and mortifying all at the same time. Let me give you an example. They always put me first in the table for the meet and greet, so I’m always instructed to make good impression. Using my tried and tested charms, I’d shot them my very famous cheeky smile and then ask, “What’s your name, love?”


And most of the girls will reply with things like;


“EHRMAHGAWD!!! Harry Styles called me his love!!!”


“I love you, Harry! Will you marry me?”


“Can I have your babies? You know, I bet we’ll have beautiful babies!”


“I’m single, you can always take me home anytime you want! I know you want me, don’t deny it.”


“Can I touch your hair?! Goddamn, those are beautiful curls! Let me touch them, please?!”


“This is for real! I’m inches away from Harry frigging Styles! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, dying here!”


The worst one is the ‘no chance to answer at all because the girl just fainted’. Yeah, it’s such a delight to witness.


And so it was like a breath of fresh air when a random girl next on the line slammed a book in front of me and just looked really pissed with something. “Are you and Makie together?”




The feisty random girl looked like she was really about to cry but was holding the tears back. The boys and I were staring at her as we saw how her lips quivered before she announced, “We’ve seen pictures, -those on Below Zero, those on Starbucks and McDonalds, and lastly, those on Topshop and Victoria’s Secret. You freaking took her to a Victoria’s Secret store! On your three days off, you spent them all with Makie. Are you two now dating? I’m no paparazzi; I’m just one of your millions of fans, Harry. Just tell the truth straight to my face so my fan girl heart won’t get pulverized.”


Though I found the girl completely crazy, I still stood up and just hugged her until she dissolved into tears while her whole face was smashed in my chest. “Don’t cry, love. You’ll always be our favorite girls in the whole world.” I cooed. It took a whole minute before the girl calmed down. “Is there still a chance you’ll tell me if you’re together with Makie?”


I thought about her question for a second. She was right though, Makie and I did spend the past few days together (though they put malice on Victoria’s Secret and got it all wrong. Makie and I had no choice but to go inside the shop because the fans almost mobbed us) and both of us were aware that people are taking about us. She’s asking about mine and Makie’s relationship because they found out about our moments at Starbucks, McDonalds and Topshop. They only knew half of the things we did. They don’t know anything about our hidden glances at each other and those few secret kisses we’ve shared.


But what are we really? Should we consider ourselves in a relationship now like what they thought we are in? I know I want her to be mine, but I haven’t asked her officially yet. Somehow deep inside, I’m sure Makie feels something in return. It’s just that in between those few tempting touches and lingering kisses, there were still no exchanges of ‘I love you’s. I am in love with Makie, but every single time I’m this close from telling her, I suddenly can’t utter the words out of my mouth. It’s because I know we can’t progress into something more. Makie and I knew that there are certain barriers. There were things that kept this very complex relationship from developing into something serious for us, -the management, the hate and her secrets I’m still bound to discover.


Are we together?


“I wish I know.” My answer seemed to satisfy her, though I wasn’t. “Now love, would you like to take a picture with me?”   






I can’t fight this feeling anymore.


“Are you sure about this mate?”


“Of course, I am. She will love it for sure.”


“But isn’t this invasion of privacy? And don’t you remember what Uncle Simon and Vanessa always reminded us not to do? You doing this will clearly make all of them realize that you’re meddling with the things we’ve been told not to stick our noses on.”


“You think way too deep, Louis. It’s not like I’m telling the fans her deepest darkest secret. And this isn’t invasion of privacy.”


“But Harry-,”


“Lou, relax! Let me handle it okay? Everything will be fine.”


I quickly jogged down to the video and audio crew and instructed them what to do with my plan. It was actually a last minute surprise. The whole idea just popped out of my head out of nowhere and soon after, I had myself opened Makie’s hacked account and saved some pictures that I made in to a short video clip. I wanted to show them Makie. I wanted to show them that I was proud of her so she won’t get hate. I wanted to show all of them that she means so much to me.


“Harry! Louis! Be ready in 5!”


Louis was bothered when I told him what I wanted to do. The other boys didn’t know what I’m about to show, but they’ll quickly catch on with the drift anyway. I stood next to Zayn and looked at Makie bowed down to the audience before calling our names to come out on stage.


She wasn’t just blushing, Makie was glowing in my sight. I watched her blew kisses to the fans screaming her name before she skipped off the stage and met us halfway and gave each one of us pre-performance hugs, saving me the last chance once again. She was aware that I would hold on her longer than how the rest just did.


I love you. I love you. I love you.


These were the words that seemed to penetrate every aspect of my thoughts whenever I found myself in close proximity to Makie - even when I pretended they didn't.


Her giggles vibrated right in my chest as I embraced her. I then heard her whisper to me, “Harry…” as she looked at me, offering a meager but reassuring smile.


I love you. I love you. God I love you so much.


“Don’t go yet.”


She nodded.  Even as I was dragged away, I looked over my shoulder continually, just to have one last glance... and another, and another. I was in a daze as I stumbled along behind Niall and Liam. Louis noticed - every so often, he tugged on my shirtsleeve to remind me to keep moving. Truth be told, I wasn't interested in doing anything but do this for her.


We exchanged another secretive, lingering smile as Makie spouted off next to Vanessa at the side of the stage. With everyone around us but not paying attention, in this environment that I'd recently told her was very romantic, that was when and where I chose to tell Makie - with that innocent glimmer in her eyes and a small, satisfied smile. Confident that it was only Makie and I lost in each other’s gaze, I pointed to an eye with my index finger. I placed the same hand flat over my heart. Then I pointed to her.


I love you.


I didn't say the words aloud, but I prayed that she heard all the same.

And I knew Makie did. The smile that once formed in her lips disappeared. She stared back at me with shock written all over her face. Her hazels went wide of the realization of what I just told her.


Time went on, passing right through that solemn moment we just had. We were back to the reality that a thousand people must have witnessed the fact that I just told her what was screaming out of my heart. Soon the voices around us were unmuted again, with Liam’s voice singing the first verse of ‘Last First Kiss’, and the video I did flashing on the big screen with her face on it.


“Baby I, I wanna know what you think when you're alone
Is it me yeah? Are you thinking of me yeah? Oh
we’ve been friends now for a while
Wanna know that when you smile
Is it me yeah? Are you thinking of me yeah? Oh oh


I pretended that I wasn’t singing every word to the girl who was just along the side lines, but the fans’ deafening wails set my mind straight back to what I was executing right in front of everyone. I was showing them who Makie is.


“Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay if I were to say

I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your, let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you only knew I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last, your last first kiss”


My eyes were glued at the pictures on the screen as I sang in harmony. If Niall didn’t tugged on my sleeve, I wouldn’t even notice that something’s wrong.

“Baby tell me what to change
I'm afraid you'll run away if I tell you
What I wanted to tell you yeah
Maybe I just gotta wait
Maybe this is a mistake
I'm a fool yeah, baby I'm just a fool yeah”


I just paused and let the boys sang without me. I watched her break down. Tears glistened as it streaked down her cheeks while she stood still, looking at her own pictures on the big screen with both hands clenched tightly. Makie didn’t look like she was pleased at all.

“Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay if I were to say

I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your, let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you only knew I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last, your last first kiss

Your last first kiss
Your last first kiss
Your last first kiss”


I was so confused. What have I done wrong? Was it the unspoken I love you? Was it the song? Or was it the entire video? Why was Makie crying when my sole purpose of doing this was to make her smile?


Makie turned her attention back to Vanessa. Even though I was too far to be sure, I could see Makie’s disappointed look right to her appalled Mama. I saw how her lips quivered as she spoke out words to her but Vanessa didn’t get the chance to answer back.


She ran away.


My heart sank further down. The heaviness in it defeated me completely. After all this time that I left my heart on the sleeve just for her to see, Makie didn’t want to stay.


I waited for the song to end and the boys to let me go before I ran down the back stage and went to look for her until I found her back standing just outside the dressing room. Even though I was too frightened, I took tentative steps towards her, waiting patiently until she was comfortable to turn her head to me. I hated what greeted me. Her eyes met mine with sudden coldness, -her once glowing face now full of anger and disappointment.


“Makie-,” For a second I thought she’d break down in tears once again.


“Don’t do it,” her voice was strangled. Makie’s voice was so low it was nearly drowned by thin air itself. I barely heard her say every word with utmost precision, she parted her lips to state, “Please don’t give me a reason to hate you, Harry.”




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