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We moved here in Alabama a few years back, when I was four, to be exact.

My family was originally from Korea. My Dad's Korean but mom's from New York. They met on a business trip in Japan back when I was still just a marriage away from being created. 

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my name. Hey. I'm Goo Jae-Hee.

People call me Jae. I have a twin brother, his name is Goo Jo-Kwon

we're fraternal twins, FYI. People call him Joey.

 

So. as I was saying, we moved here when I was four. Now, that's very traumatic for me because I had to start school that year and Alabama was a completely different land. I had to go to school alone too since Joey had to be home-schooled. He's sorta special. He's blind. Well, partly. But mom wouldn't allow him to go to school with me and all the other children. 

So, as that four-year-old Korean girl, I walked down the pavement road, dad holding my right hand, a lunch box occupied my other, and I had to face a room full of kindergarten aliens for an entire day. I wasn't much accepted you know. I mean, yeah, it's forgivable that little children want to play with their own kind but when I was there thirteen years ago, I didn't understand that. So I just sat at the far end of the classroom on recess, crying.

Luckily, one little kind alien accepted me for who I was. We became friends. Best friends, rather.

Zayn Malik. 

He gave me a lolly and told me that everything's going to be fine. 

"Trust me." he said with a smile.

And I did.

---

 

Present Day - 2012

"Have you heard?"

 

"Oh My God!" 

 

"Yes, he is!" 

 

"Really! That's great!"

 

"My daughter loves him so much!"

 

"I can't believe it! A celebrity! From our neighborhood!"

 

"You know that Asian girl? Jae-Hee? His so-called best friend for life?"

 

"Yeah, I bet my new car on it, he has definitely forgotten her."

 

"Sure hope he hasn't forgotten my daughter, Amber. They had a fling way back."

 

"Or my daughter Steph, she once told me that he asked for her number before he went away."

 

"Are you all serious right now!? Forty, fifty something ladies gossiping about teenagers. Get a life!" 

 

It's been the town's gossip for days now. He's finally coming back! 

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"Girl, have you heard?!" Joey squealed. He may be blind but he's one vivacious person.

"Yeah..." I said, trying to stop my cheeks from burning with excitement.

"Well? Aren't you going to get a make over? You're still not wearing those bug eye glasses, are you sissy?" he shook his head when I just giggled guiltily. 

"You know, even if people say I'm blind, my eyes still see partly. Like, I can still see that you haven't changed your look since you were a wee toddler." he my hair.

"I can't change, alright?" I said, sighing.

"Why not?" he cocked his head to the left.

"Becauseeee, if I do, Zayn might not recognize me." 

"Oh c'mon. You've been best friends for how many years! He's spent his childhood with you! Heck, I consider you both childhood sweethearts!" he beamed.

"What?! We can't be sweethearts. We're..I..you..we are just...friends." I struggled. 

Joey merely laughed. 

"Oh sissy, you can surely fool yourself but remember, TWIN TELEPATHY. I can read your mind." he laughed evilly. 

Of course he couldn't.

"Whatever. If he remembers me, I'll be happy. If he doesn't. Then, whatever. I won't expect much anyways. What's he going to remember about a Korean girl living in a farm neighborhood in Alabama? He's got a groupie now. You know? Like, girls from all over London and USA and Asia chasing after him and his One Direction friends." 

"Oh stop being so negative. I just heard the timer ding. Looks like dad's made pot roast tonight. C'mon!" he pulled me out of my room, downstairs. He's got incredible hearing.

We ate dinner. Quietly. As Always. Dad's been distant now. Although he manages the house real good, specially his garden, we haven't really been able to talk like a real family, ever since mom died. But Joey and I didn't push it. It's been so long but we both know he's in too much pain. 

That night, Joey barged in my room sat on my bed.

"Are you seriously still on tumblr at this late hour, Jae?" he smiled. 

"How'd you know?" I laughed guiltily.

"I just do." he winked.

"What do you want?" I left my computer and sat next to him. 

"I want to make you an offer." he my hair.

"Go on..."

"If you let me make you over, I would swear to God that I'd come out of the closet." he smiled.

"Are you for real right now, Joey?!" I laughed. 

"What? I'm serious!" he said, pouting.

He was. 

"Look, Joey. You don't have to do that. Coming out of the closet would..I don't know, be suicide! I mean, dad...he's - he's not ready for that. And people in the neighborhood, they're too judgmental." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"So what you're saying is...you'll do the make over without anything in return?" he said, beaming.

"Of course! NOT!" I said and he sighed. I just laughed.

"Why don't you like getting pampered, Jae?" he sighed. "You're a pretty girl. Nobody in our family is ugly." he chuckled. "But you," he sighed again. "you don't take care of your appearance. You're hair, split ends! Your eyes, well, they're beautiful Asian eyes but you've hidden behind those God-aweful bug-eye glasses! And your skin, soft and flawless like porcelain, but you've let it go with oiliness. Girl, you need a makeover if you want Zayn to notice you and make a move." he smiled.

"Joey, okay, first of all, thanks for insulting me."

he chuckled.

"And second, Zayn and I, not happening. Plus, I don't like him that way." my cheeks burned. Okay, maybe I do, okay?

"Oh c'mon." he chuckled and poked my side.

---

I didn't give Joey the permission to make me over. As much as I don't want to admit it to anybody, I do want Zayn to remember me and if looking like how I used to back in kindergarten will do that trick then I'd remain like this.

It's been days since I heard the "desperate housewives" of Haven Town, Alabama talking about Zayn returning. He still hasn't. 

I kept waiting, still. 

Oh, and just yesterday, school ended for spring break. That had me smiling form ear to ear since if Zayn actually is coming home then there would be lots of extra time for us to be together. 

Just this morning, after breakfast, I rode my bike downtown to but Zayn a lolly. I saw this colorful spiral one in the candy shop next to the Antique store  and I bet he'd love it. He always like sweet things.

Sure hope it doesn't get sticky and melt. Sure hope Zayn comes hope sooner rather than later too. Doesn't matter. I'd still be waiting for him.

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The next day, Sunday.

I wasn't able to get up real early for church. I checked my bed side clock and it's already half past nine. I missed it by an hour and a half. My head was spinning when I finally pulle dmy self out of bed. I feel hot, and no..not in that way. My eyes were stinging, my breathing was heavy..ugh, my entire body feels like it's fighting against ten times the average gravity on Earth!

And what makes it worse?

As I was trying my best to stand straight in front of my bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth, Joey barged in and screamed..yes, screamed at me telling me to get myself in the shower fast because Zayn is in town!  Oh no...

I did get in the shower but I instead of wearing new clothes, I put on my pajamas and slumped back down to bed. But Joey jumped on my bed til I got up and did what I'm told. Joey said One Direction was going to be there all day to sign autographs. 

"Aren't you excited?!" he squealed as we got in the car. Dad's driving us down at the Mall. 

"I'll pick you up at five." Dad said and drove away. 

"I'm so so so so so pumped!" he held my hand. 

"Calm down." I coughed. "Ugh, let's find a drinking fountain. I'm thirsty." I pulled him in and he most willingly entered the mall with me. But instead of going with me to a drinking fountain, he pulled me towards the area where he could hear much of the noise of screaming directioners.

"Am I right? They're here?!" he beamed.

"Yes. But I can't see him, okay? All I can see is a sea of screaming girls." I struggled as girl after girl were bumping we aside. 

"Hey. Excuse me! Blind person here!" Joey exclaimed as one girl bumped into him hard.

"Let's get out of here." I pulled him away form the crowd. 

After persuading him to come with me to the food court countless of times, he finally agreed with me.

"I couldn't breathe in there! Harsh girls! Fans. Psh. So noisy!" he scoffed. 

"See? I told you we shouldn't have come here. I feel terrible." 

"I know, I saw a new boutique in here. Down at the ground floor. Let's go check it out! I bet it's empty by now since all the screaming girls are over at the One Direction." he smiled.

"Oh okay." I got up, a little dizzy. But I can do this! Zayn's here, I'm here. All I have to do is wait til all the others girls are gone! (hopeful) I just hope it won't take long. 

---

It's been hours. It's almost five and dad's probably on his way to pick us up yet I still haven't seen Zayn. 

"Well, maybe he'll visit you at the house tomorrow?" Joey said, looking hopeful.

"Maybe." I sighed.

We headed outside by the entrance to wait for dad. There are benches there where we could sit and I bought Joey and I ice cold lemonade from a stand in the parking lot.  Then I saw him.

They were coming from the back door of the mall. Zayn and the other One Direction. Probably getting tired of all those screaming girls. 

I knew Zayn hated much attention. And much girls. In fact, I was his only girl friend. Two separate words. But I guess things changed.

Right then and there, my vision turned black and white when i saw a blonde bombshell give him a kiss. 

I wouldn't want to admit it but THAT made me feel crushed. By huge rocks. From a bulldozer. Except the bulldozer also landed on me. I hate it.

But I didn't cry. I it up. Zayn. He's changed but we are still best friends. Yeah. I did hope for more. Okay? We had a connection. I guess it blurred out of the picture. 

"What took you so long? Dad's been here for like ten minutes already. You know he doesn't like waiting." Joey said and I helped him walk towards dad's car. I drank my lemonade in silence. The ride home was silent too. Joey must have felt it too. Twin telepathy. As if it exists, maybe it does. But whatever. 

 

---

I spent the rest of the evening sketching and painting in my room. What else could I do? I can't go tell Joey about it. He'd know about how I feel about Zayn. It's only me. I can't tell anyone ever!

and I drew one sketch of him. The first ever portrait of Zayn I'd ever done. It's not as close as what he really looks like though. 

My bedroom door swung open, I forgot to lock it, and Dad was standing under the door frame.

I quickly pushed my work under my bed, he didn't give much attention to them but I wanted to be safe. 

"You have a visitor." he said, blankly.

"Who?"

"Just go down an find out." he grunted. "I'll be back in a few. I'll pick us up some pizza for dinner." he added.

"Okay."

 

I passed by Joey in the hallway, looking angry.

And I found out why when I went down the stairs and turned to the living room. 

A camera crew.

They were all beaming at me and Zayn, he was on the couch, a cig in his hand. 

He smokes now?! Well, of course he couldn't have been smoking when he was still here because we were barely thirteen but WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO HIM?!

"Pretend like we aren't here." the man with the megaphone said.

"Blake, you really don't have to use that here. It's a small house! Small space!" Zayn said, looking pissed off. He took a puff.

I was standing there, motionless. He didn't look at me. He only looked at the door. I followed his gaze and that's where the blond bombshell I saw earlier was standing. She was leaning in, looking at him, with those flirty batting eyes. 

I turned my eyes back to Zayn and he was smiling at her. He winked. My stomach turned to gush. 

"Zayn, focus!" The man he called Blake snapped.

"Alright, fine. Let's get this over with." he said and put out his cigarette on an ashtray. 

"Okay, babe. You sit next to him and look as happy as you can be." I looked around to see who that Blake was talking to. Turns out, it was me. He gave me a slight push and I sat next to Zayn. It's quite embarassing, really. 

Me, in my pajamas, next to Zayn fully clothed in designer apparel. My cheeks burned. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand ROLLING!" Blake said through his megaphone.

Zayn faced me, beaming. His eyes looked straight into mine and he held my hand. I was motionless. Stuck. Breathless. Dizzy. Everything negative running through me. 

"I miss you, Jae!" he said and he hugged me.

"Won't you tell me you missed me too?" he let go and touched my cheek. It burned even more.

"I...I..." my tongue froze. 

He waited. Still smiling.

"I miss you too, Zayn." I finally let it out.

Although I'm not quite sure if his emotions were real or it was for the huge camera in front of us. At some point, I didn't give much thought about that. I didn't care. He remembered me 

We talked. The camera was still rolling but I didn't mind it. 

He asked me about school, about my friends, my family; he even intrigued me about my love life. He joked around saying he'll get jealous and all that. I found it cute. He was so clueless about my feelings. 

He was telling me something about a place he went to in France where they sold the best ice cream he ever tasted. He was describing how sweet it was when I remembered the lolly I bought him.

"Hold that thought." I jumped out of the couch and ran upstairs to get it. I must have gotten up to fast because the room started to spin but nonetheless, I ran upstairs to get the lolly for Zayn.

When I got back, the Zayn that I was talking to was replaced by the cold bad boy Zayn I saw first. Then when I sat net to him again and Blake yelled "ACTION!" he smiled at me again. I handed to him the swirly treat and he laughed. I smiled.

"Thanks, Jae!" he hugged me again. "I really missed you! I'm so glad to finally see you again!" he squeezed harder.

All I could do was giggle but instead, a whimper slash moan cam out. Awkward.

"CUT!" the megaphoned voice ordered and the cameras stopped rolling.

Zayn let go of me and went out the door.

---

 

"That was horrible!" Joey said at dinner. 

"What?!" 

"Your acting. It's terrible to watch. I was aching." he said.

"You're blind."

"And your boyfriend's gone wrong." he said with a sigh.

"He's not my boyfriend." 

"Stop pretending that you don't like him, Jae."

I sighed.

"I can see it. Okay, let me rephrase that. I can feel it! Okay?" 

Dad stood up and took a beer form the fridge. "You kids can leave the dishes when you're done. I'll do it later." he said and went outside at the porch.

"Look, Jae, I know that you have a huge crush on Zayn. I've heard you talk about him before; countless of times! And when you sleeptalk? Oh, all the secrets come flooding out of your little mouth." he smiled.

"What?!" I felt my cheeks burn hotter than before. 

"So stop lying and tell me that you like Zayn." he said.

It took me a moment; I was debating with myself whether to give in to Joey's commands or keep pretending. "Yes. I do. Happy?" I gave in. He chuckled. 

"Now, stop. Ignore him. Hate him, even. He deserves it." he said. This time, he was dead-serious.

"What!?" 

"You heard me."

"Why would I do that?!"

"Cause, he's grown up to be such a badass...too bad boy to even talk to my sissy." 

"What are you talking about? We just talked a while ago. And FYI, he hugged me. Real hard." I said, proud.

"Can't you tell that he was acting?! Oh, Jae. You're so naive. So innocent. I don't want you to get hurt." he patted her hand.

"He wasn't acting." scenes from my conversation with Zayn flooded my mind. I couldn't process the things Joey was telling me. No way Zayn was acting. Nope nope nope.

"Go think about it." he said and left.

I did. I couldn't even stop myself form thinking about it. I kept drawing sketches of him. I kept on rewinding the last episodes we had together in the living room. The way his smile brightened the atmosphere, the way his eyes looked into mine.

By two in the morning, my room was filled with his face on sketch pad paper.

 

 

the last one was my favorite. 

---

I finally fell asleep at around 4am. It wasn't too long when I woke up. 

Monday, The official start of Spring break. 

"It's just one week or torture then back to school, Jae." I coached myself. 

"Just one week." I repeated over and over again. 

At the dining table, I found dad and Joey eating oatmeal in silence. 

"Morning." I said.

"Morning." they both mumbled.

We ate in silence.

---

That same morning, I rode my bike towards Mrs. Robinson's house. 

Mrs. Robinson usually asks me to take care of her cats for her. I'm somewhat their nanny. Every spring break, Winter break and Summer break, she hires me to go help her with her cats and house work. 

She's a very kind woman. And she hates the gossips in town. A good company since I don't want to talk to anyone about the One Direction..or..Zayn Malik, to be specific.

"Hello, dear." she greeted me with a peck on the cheek.

"Hey Mrs. Robinson. How are the cats?" I tired to look as happy as I could.

"Well, Baby Blue's a little blue" she laughed. "but they're all fine." she led me to her drawing room where a huge ragdoll cat was lying down on her bench.

"And there's my newest, his name's Zae." she beamed at the fat cat lying sluggishly on the window bench of her drawing room.

"Excuse me? What's his name?" Did she just say Zayn?! I thought to myself.

"Zae. Z-A-E. It's an odd name, yes but it's just..rings." she smiled.

I'm getting caught up with Zayn. This shouldn't really be a big deal to me. He is a celebrity now. Why should I expect him to like me?! 

---

I spend my most of my Spring break at Mrs. Robinson's. She's been very kind to me, as she's always. I grew fonder of Zae and he grew fonder of me too. One afternoon, he'd just purr around my leg while I was watering Mrs. Robinson's garden. 

"He really likes you." she said, watching the ragdoll cat twirl around and around my leg.

"It feels really good to have this kind of company, Mrs. Robinson." I smiled at her.

"You can have him." she smiled. 

"Oh, I can't, Mrs. Robinson." That would be too much. To take away something she really loved.

"Oh nonesense, dear! I have plenty cats to keep me happy. You could use one. I see you constantly frowning." she said, handing me a glass of iced tea. "Take a break." she smiled. "Let's talk it out." she lead me to the metal chairs at her backyard.

"What's wrong, dear?" she asked.

"It's...it's nothing, Mrs. Robinson." I said. I didn't want to talk about it. It's crazy. Nobody would understand.

"Well,"she sighed. "I won't push it but remember, If you ever need someone to talk to, I am here for you, dear." she pinched my cheeks with her vein-clad hands. "And you should really take Zae home with you. I'll give you a six pack of cat food for free. Trust me, you'll need him there." she said. 

I finished watering her garden and she gave me a six pack of cat food. I placed Zae on the basket of my bike and we rode home. Maybe she's right. I need some company. I thought to myself. Zae would be the perfect listener to my problem.

---

Spring break has ended and there are no more buzzing news about One Direction. They left just before dawn, they said. They're probably never coming back. I thought.

"Cute cat." Joey said as he sat on my bed.

"You can't even see it." I scoffed.

"Yeah, true. But I can hear it. It makes cute purrs." he smiled.

I barely made a response.

"How are you? School tomorrow." he said.

"I'm okay. And yeah, gad that school's finally starting again." 

"Are you over it?" he was hesitant to ask but I could really sens the curiosity.

"I guess." If only he could see then he would be able to tell that I'm lying. My room's been filled with sketches and paintings of Zayn Malik ever since our last conversation. 

---

A few weeks after school started, dad and Joey has been acting very strange around me.

For instance, during dinner, dad cooked lasagna and talked to me about arts. Joey was there too, he was with dad on the art-talk of the night. And before going to school, dad handed me my lunch bag and gave me a peck on the forehead. That never happened before, eversince mom died. And when I came home yesterday, Joey asked his personal tutor to end their session for the day so he could talk to me about random things.

They'e gone nuts. 

---

"Hey Zae." he greeted me with a purr.

"How are you?" he purred, as if answering me.

"Great. You know, I'm still messed up. Y'know, about Zayn and that nonesense. I can't tell Joey about it because he'll freak and he'll just get mad at me for being..well, i don't know, in love?!" he purred, this time, rubbing his fur on my leg. He loved that.

"Thanks for understanding me, Zae." 

---

One Friday, I was excited to go home and talk to Zae about Zayn. I realized a couple of facts and reasons why he'd changed so much. But a surprise greeted me.

"Get ready, we'll be leaving in ten minutes." dad walked past me, followed by Joey.

They were in my room. THEY WERE IN MY ROOM! They're seen...Zayn's portraits! 

I went in but my paintings and sketches were gone. I must've kept them last night. I told myself. 

Hold on. Where the heck are we going?!

"Joey! Joey!" I ran downstairs but nobody was there. I went outside and found Joey with dad loading the car with suitcases and boxes. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, breathing heavily.

"Just get in the car." dad ordered. 

I didn't. I ran upstairs to my room. I have to bring my drawings with me. Plus, I couldn't find Zae. 

I ran back down to where they are.

"Where are my sketches?! Where's Zae?!" I asked but nobody was answering me.

"Joey."  I whined. 

"I'm sorry." he whispered and hugged me. 

I'm so confused. What the heck is happening?!

I pushed him back and he lost balance and fell on the pavement,

"What's wrong with you?!" dad fumed and helped Joey out.

"I'm not going with you until you tell me where we're going and where the heck are my drawings and where the heck is my Zae!" I yelled, tears threatening to spill. I hate crying in front of dad. 

Neighbors were starting to fill the street. They were observing me. 

"Don't make a scene, please." Dad and Joey took me to the porch. I tried to run away but dad's hands held me in place. 

"Tell her." he told Joey.

"Jae, we're going back to Seoul." he said, his voice weak; as if he was crying.

"You took my sketches." the words came out a statement whereas in my mind they were questions. "And you took my Zae." another statement.

"I'm so sorry." Joey was tearing up as he whispered his apologies repeatedly.

I felt a rage inside me. I wanted to hit Joey, I wanted to hit dad, I wanted to run away form everybody! 

I didn't notice it at first but then I realized that I started kicking and kicking untli I got free from dad's grip and then my face was suddenly on the ground, I tasted grass in my mouth and men in white suits came to me. They tied my hands at my back and then all went black.

---

END OF GOO JAE-HEE P.O.V.

---

Seoul, Korea - 2014

"It's been hard. Everybody was worried. It's scary how love can be so beautiful yet so dangerous at the same time. Jae-hee's been in love for too long. She waited for too long. I'm just glad she recovered before it's too late." Joey said in an interview.

"As a brother, as her twin, I'm tied to her. I could feel her pain. No one would really want to have loved a person who could never, or would not want, rather, to return the feelings back. I'm thankful that she's okay now. I'm thankful that I took one step further into sneaking into her bedroom. I'm thankful that I up my courage and told my father everything. As a family, we are all as tight as we can ever be. I'm just...thankful." he smiled and a tear rolled down his cheek. Jae handed him a hanky.

"What could you say, Jae? After the media has uncovered your past? What would you want to tell your fans?" the interviewer asked. 

"I'm actually really glad that the media found out and released it. I admit. I was obsessed. He was the love of my life. But, he changed. Yet I didn't mind. I loved him even when he didn't really see me, didn't really notice me, didn't really want to talk to me. I was fixated on him. I wouldn't blame him, though. It wasn't his fault that he was the one who took care of me when I was feeling alienated in kindergarten, or that he was the one who kept me from crying when my mom died. He was kind, gentle and charming. And it wasn't his fault that he had to be taken to London. He grew up there, without me. He had to move on. He did. I couldn't. But still, at times, I still do wish that he had loved me back." 

Jae was nervous, her hands were shaking. After countless concerts in Seoul, (yes, after recovery, she got recruited by JYP entertainment as a singer.) it's only now that she felt her heart double-beat then stop, only to beat again. 

"Dear fans, first of all, I'd like to thank you...all of you for your unending love and support and loyalty. You guys are my friends, even if I haven't met you all in person. And a piece of advice, if you love someone...make sure that they have the same feeling as you do before you indulge yourself in them, before you get hurt." she said, her voice quivering.

"Would you like to say anything to Mr. Zayn Malik?" the interviewer asked.

Jae looked down, at her feet. Her cheeks burned. Her eyes stung, tears threatening to show everybody, to expose how much hurt she was. 

"You okay?" Joey placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah." she whispered, lips quivering.

"You don't have to do it." he whispered back.

"No. I have to." she said.

Lifting the microphone to , she in a deep breathe and lifted her gaze back to the audience. She then focused on the camera which magnified her face in front of the audience in a huge screen behind her with piercing eyes. 

"We were best friends and you said you'd come back for me. I waited too long, hoped for too long, loved for too long. Partly, it was my fault for ever assuming that you would love me back. However, you have a fault to share for not keeping that promise. I'm not blaming you for changing into someone completely different. I just want to tell you that you...Zayn, you shouldn't make stupid promises you that you can't keep. Think first, before you could ever hurt someone again. And last but not the least, I would want to thank you for this, for the past. Thank you for keeping me company, for that lollipop in kindergarten, for holding my hand in mom's funeral ceremony, for being so damn charming that you made me become obsessed. Yes, that too, because if that didn't happen, I wouldn't be on this stage in front of millions of fans, talking about my life. Keep safe." Jae felt lighter. 

"That felt awesome." she whispered to Joey.

"Oh, and Zayn? Stop acting all badass. It's not cool." she added and winked at the camera. 

Everybody stood up for a standing ovation. She was in tears. Her father was in the front row, his eyes were red from trying not to cry. Joey was not a bit ashamed, he hugged his sister and cried his eyes out. Even the interviewer gave her a I'm-very-proud-of-you hug. 

Jae, for the first time in a long time, had felt relieved of her past.

---

On the other side of the globe, something just similar to what Jae had done in Seoul was happening.

"Before we sing Gotta Be You, our pretty boy would like to give a background to the song." Harry announced to millions of their fans.

"I met this girl, a very long time ago. She was crying, I made her stop. I always did. We became best friends. But when my dad died, I had to move away. I promised her that I'd come back. I did. Only, when I did, I was a complete douche. I always had a crush on her. She never seemed to notice that I look at her all the time. Every minute that I was on that plane to London, I was thinking of her; wondering if she's wait for me. Years passed by, I became one of the One Direction, I thought I'd write her a song. That way, she would know how I feel. Then, more years passed by, I slowly forgot about her, about my promise. Heck, I forgot who I am. Now, she's in Korea, back in her hometown in Seoul. She's now a star. And I guess, I just..." he took a deep breath, " I ruined everything that I could have had." he looked into camera. "Jae, I'm really sorry." he said, almost a whisper. 

Music started. They sang. Jae might or might not have heard it. Zayn might not have heard her. Who knows when fate would bring them both together again?

 

fin

 

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CAST

 

 

CHOI SULLI as JAE

 

JOKWON as JOEY

 

 

ZAYN MALIK as HIMSELF

 

 

 

 

PERRIE EDWARDS as BLONDE BOMBSHELL

 

 

BETTY WHITE as MRS. ROBINSON