Hate To Love You... (Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

Chapter 6

With my mother leaving for Hawaii in two days, it only left a small amount of time for my sister and I to actually see her before she leaves. Which wasn't really helpful with how busy our schedules can get. Especially my sisters work diary, she always worked flexible hours that suited her... but ended up working more than she had bargained for. We ended up trying to clear a whole evening out just to see mom. Having to squeeze in time after work one evening, resorting in getting takeaway instead of making our own dinner when we get to moms.

Our mother, despite was other people think, is rather protective. She always has been. Ever since our father died, she's wrapped us up in more cotton wool than you could ever imagine. With our father dying of unknown circumstances, no one knowing how or why he died, our mother's protective instincts kicked into overdrive. She wouldn't even let us walk to school on our own. That's how worried she was about us. It scared her to think that the same could happen to us too.

She's especially protective over me...

Coming home crying every day after school didn't exactly scream great childhood. Being harassed every day for no apparent reason wasn't exactly anyone's idea of a great life in high school. My mother refused to let me live everyday like that, finally nipping it in the bud when my bracelet was stolen. Finally moving me to U.A. where I met Yu and Rumi and made friends that I knew were genuine. Mom and I have always been close, I think it's to do with my wings, how they remind her of dad...

Being the only one out of the two of us that can actually drive, I gently drive down the roads leading to my mothers home. Trying to ignore the constant distraction that is my older sister. Trying not to stare at funny pictures that we took when we were, god knows, how old. The squeals of laughter leaving her lips often drawing my attention from the road...

Almost hitting someone with my car!

Muttering under my breath, I send a small apologetic smile toward the pedestrian before driving onward toward my mother's home. My sister squealing with laughter at the nervous confrontation before going back to her phone. I couldn't help but groan as she laughs at another photo on her timeline.

"Amai, I'm trying to concentrate, can you please tone it down?" I briefly looking toward her before back toward the road, "I don't want to run someone over because you can't contain your laughter!"

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry," she says with a big grin, turning her phone off after pressing a song to play on the aux cord, humming to the tune, "You handed your designs in?"

"Yeah... it's a waiting game now," I explain, stopping at a red light, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, taking a nervous deep breath, trying to ease my nerves, "The model gets a say in what designs are their favourite this time... whoever it is must be very high profile,"

"They're letting interns apply to be a personal makeup artist to someone high profile?" She asks gawking at me, almost incredulously, "But you're all inexperienced aren't you?"

"Wow, thanks Amai, really appreciate the support," I hum sarcastically, going when the light turns green before heading toward my moms home and manoeuvring into the spot, "We're not inexperienced, I've done many designs on models... sure they're not as big as what Mrs Juniper does but it helps me up the ladder,"

"So what happens if you get the job?" Amai asks interested, taking her phone off the dashboard as I switch the engine off and grab my bag, "Do you get a raise?"

"Yeah, and I get to work with the model one to one and be their personal makeup artist," I reply as I get out the car, shutting the door behind me before being tackled to the ground by my mothers big German Shepherd, a squeal leaving my lips as I fall into the grass, "Hey Frankie! Hello baby! Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"