(Bai’s P.O.V)

I woke up feeling a lot better than yesterday. I open my eyes and looked at the clock to check the time and it says eleven o’clock.

Oh my god….I am late for school. Nita…..she will be late for school too…

I got up quickly and ran straight downstairs and end up slamming onto Harry’s chest without realising it. But his arm was securely wrapped around my waist before I could fall backwards. “Wow…calm down Bai…what’s the rush?” he asked softly. Without my glasses or contacts lenses, it is very hard for me to see long distance and I just mentally reminded myself to get a new glasses.

“Sorry….anyway…I have to take Nita to school and I have to go to school myself….hang on, how come you are not at school?” I rambled. “First of all we need to fix your eye sight, second of all, your sister is already at school, third of all, you are not going to school today and neither am I,” he explained.

“Then what are we going to do all day? Sit around and do nothing?” I asked and he chuckled at my question. We are literally still in each other’s personal bubble because he is still holding onto my waist tightly.

“Go wash up….we are going shopping,” he informed me with a bright smile making his dimples pop out. I never actually knew this boy has dimples.

“I don’t have anything with me….could you take me home please?” I questioned shyly. “O.k. let’s go…..is your dad going to be home?” he asked all of a sudden. “No! He shouldn’t be home at this time of the day, he should still be at the hospital,” I told him.

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“Wow….I never knew you are this rich,” Harry gasped once we reached my house. “We are not rich Harry…come on, let’s get inside,” I grabbed hold of his arm and pull him inside. It really amuses me to see Harry looking around my house in adoration expression, I know out house is big but it is not that big.

I guess we were a little wealthy back in Korea, but living here now in England, I think everyone is equal and I don’t think there is any class specification. “Wow your room is nice…you really like playing piano don’t you?” he questioned and his eyes land on my Yamaha piano in the corner of my room.

“Yeah….music is the only way I can truly explain my feelings….I portray them through my music melodies,” I sighed. “You know you are very different Bai?” he asked but it sounded more like a statement. “No! I didn’t know that at all Harry….I mean, it’s not like you didn’t point that out the first time I met you,” I said sarcastically.

I mean yes! He has been good to me since last night but he is still not close to the line of ‘trust,’ in fact he is not even close. “Bai…I meant what I said last night, I am truly sorry,” he apologised again and this made me sighed once more. I went and sit on my bed and try to put my contacts on. I have heaps of them but I prefer to wear glasses because it is easier.

“You don’t have to apologise….I told you I’ve already forgiven you remember?” I reminded him. It was true, I am not the person to hold grudge even though if the person treated me badly. I was brought up this way, my mum used to tell me that forgiveness is the key to all problems.

“It is not alright, what I did to you was wrong and you should not forgive me this easily,” he stated sternly. “Harry I am not the type of person who hold grudges. I have forgiven you and it is up to you whether you accept it or not,” I told him with a monotone.

“Well….I won’t accept your forgiveness…I will make it up to you, I know you are only forgiving me because you think it is the right thing to do. Your way of thinking is right but people have to earn forgiveness for their wrong doing,” he clarified. “I will accept your forgiveness when you truly think that I deserved to be forgiven,” he continued.

Well that was something I didn’t expect. “You look like her you know?” he asked all of a sudden. I have finished putting my contact lenses and I turned my head in his direction. “What are you doing?” I asked getting up from my bed and went to get the frame off his hand.

“Is she your mum?” he continued to asked. I groaned in frustration, “This is the reason why I don’t have any friends coming over to my house, let alone a boy in my room. In fact this is the reason why I don’t have any friends. Well technically I don’t have time for any friends but that’s not the point. I don’t have any friends because they asked too many questions…why they can’t just let the way things are. Why am I getting all angry at a stupid innocent question?” I rambled to myself. For a moment there, I literally have forgotten that Harry was still in the same room as me.

“You’ve never had anyone over your house before?” Harry snapped me out of my rambling and he clearly has a muse expression on his face. “What?” I tried to ignore his question. “Am I the first boy that ever comes into contact with you despite your dad?” he questioned again and now he is smirking at me.

“I don’t know what you are thinking, you are definitely not the first guy that I’ve talked to,” I said sternly. I know for a fact that this boy has a huge ego and I am not feeding him of it. “Yeah? Name some of the guys that you have talked to since you’ve been here beside me,” he challenged. This kid really is full of himself.

“Finn….I’ve talked to Finn and let me tell you he is a lovely boy, how did you guys become friend? I mean you are polar opposite,” now it was my turn to smirk. But his expression was no longer muse anymore. His jaws clenched and if I’m not mistaken, I could say that he is about to explode any minute now.

“Finn? Nice? Yeah right,” he scoffed and his gaze is intense now. This remind me of the first time I met him and let’s be honest I am starting to feel very uncomfortable. I don’t like this side of Harry, the nice sweet and cheeky side of him is much better.

“Harry…don’t look at me like that….you are scaring me,” I said quietly, I can’t believe I had enough confidence to say that out loud. His eyes soften at my words, “and yes,” I stated but he made a confused face, “and yes what?” he asked. “That is my mum….the woman you saw in the photo,” I told him truthfully with a sad tone.

“I am sorry I brought that subject up Bai…I didn’t know it was a sensitive subject for you,” he stated apagogically. “It’s fine…you know the 9th Symphony that you heard me play in the music room on my first day here?” I questioned and he nodded sadly.

“Well that was the first piece that I’ve learnt to play and my mum was the one who taught me. She was beautiful Harry….she was always sweet to everyone and so loving towards me…I was lucky to have a mother as amazing as her,” tears started to build up as memories of her flooding back on my mind.

“I am sure she was a wonderful mum and I know she will be very proud of you since you’ve become such a beautiful young lady,” Harry engulfed me with a tight hug.

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