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He could not go against his words despite not having any mood to have fun.
He wished he could go home and sleep. He had no mood to do anything but dreaming about her.
Yes, he had become apathetic man recently, mooning over a woman who did not even treat him as a potential boyfriend.
He sighed after fifteen minutes. He finally gathered his mood and was ready to face the music.
"It's time to go," he told himself and shut off the engine. He pulled the key from its slot and took the phone he put in the drink slot.
Harry entered the premise with a cold look on his face. All those who were bumping into him on the way quickly made way, afraid to see how serious he looked.
He looked for the room they always booked and headed to it. He did not have any mood at all. He wanted to go home.
"Ahhh… you're finally here. The famous model is finally here," one of the men commented dryly.
"Hey, famous model," another man seconded and the others cheered.
Harry just raised his hand as a response before went to sit on an empty space. He frowned when two women quickly came to sit beside him.
"Hey, chill. I bring them here to cheer us up," Alan said when he noticed the unhappiness in Harry's face.
"I don't need it," Harry muttered as he stood up.
"Hey, don't leave yet. Chill out. We're here to celebrate our end of the exam. Stop being such a bore," Alan laughed.
"I thought we're celebrating, not looking for a…" Harry looked at the scantily clad women.
Their face changed. The two women who were sitting beside Harry stood up and went to sit at another space. Their face darkened unhappily.
Harry sat down back. He leaned against the sofa and looked around. It seemed like everyone was here. He took an untouched tin and drank the beer.
"Why don't I sing a song?" Alan grabbed the machine to choose a song. He wanted to cheer everyone up, especially Harry. He did not want to see his best friend in a bad mood.
He selected Jay Chou's song 'Love Confession' and started singing while making flirty eyes at the girls. They giggled and watched him singing happily.
Harry, on the other hand, just sipped his beer silently. He even took out his phone and started scrolling the Instagram. He really had no mood to come here.
Songs after songs were sung by them but not once Harry looked or cheered them. He just drank his beer silently while staring at his phone.
"Hey, Harry, why are you so quiet? We should have fun tonight. We're supposed to celebrate tonight," Corry said with a laugh as he draped his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Come on, Harry. Chill a bit. You're scaring the girls," Corry said.
Harry just finished the beer and stood up. "I'm leaving. Thanks for the drink."
"What? Wait…" the others were taken back with his sudden announcement. They tried to stop him but he simply waved his hand and left the room.
"What now?" they asked, sharing a confused look.
"He's not in the mood. Come on, guys. Let's party!" Alan said and everyone cheered loudly. They continued having fun, already pushing what happened earlier with Harry to the side.
Harry went into his car and sighed heavily. He put his phone into the slot and started the engine.
"Ergh… can't drive," he muttered. He drank quite a lot and could not hold his drunkenness anymore. With a bleary eye, he reached back for his phone and dialled home.
"Hello, Young Master?"
"I'm drunk. Pick me up," he told the butler. Then, he murmured the name 'Boom' to the elder man before ended the call.
He dropped the phone back to its slot and rested his head against the steering wheel. He was not drunk, he told himself. He could drink another dozen of beer with no problem at all.
Five seconds later, he reached back for his phone and drunkenly dialled a number. He grinned and waited impatiently for the receiver to answer the call.
But to his disappointment, the call went unanswered. He frowned and redialled again. And again. And again.
"Ryn, why are you avoiding me?" he cried at the phone.
Without thinking, he opened the apps for messaging and sent her a message. And another. And another. He even left a voice message to her.
"Ryn, why didn't you join us? Tonight we're supposed to celebrate," he said drunkenly.
Then, he sent more emoticons and drunken messages.
When the family's driver finally found him in the car, the man could only sigh seeing his Young Master staring at his phone. It was weird seeing Young Master mooning over a woman and kept staring at his phone, thinking no one realized it but anyone who could see knew about it. He was so obvious, smiling with no reason at all or staring at his phone almost all the time. It was worst now when his Young Master drunk like this.
"Young Master, let's go home," the driver said after he took a deep breath. He shook Harry gently, hoping it could wake him up from his drunken stupor.
"Huh? You? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, recognizing the driver.
"Young Master, I am here to pick you up. Master and Madam are waiting at the mansion," the driver said patiently.
"Hmm… oh… I am not drunk. Why should I let you drive?" Harry asked.
The driver could only smile bitterly. Why was it his turn tonight? Oh yes, because tomorrow he wants to go out dating with his girlfriend so he switched his turn with the other driver. Sigh. It was going to be a long night tonight.
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He could not go against his words despite not having any mood to have fun.
He wished he could go home and sleep. He had no mood to do anything but dreaming about her.
Yes, he had become apathetic man recently, mooning over a woman who did not even treat him as a potential boyfriend.
He sighed after fifteen minutes. He finally gathered his mood and was ready to face the music.
"It's time to go," he told himself and shut off the engine. He pulled the key from its slot and took the phone he put in the drink slot.
Harry entered the premise with a cold look on his face. All those who were bumping into him on the way quickly made way, afraid to see how serious he looked.
He looked for the room they always booked and headed to it. He did not have any mood at all. He wanted to go home.
"Ahhh… you're finally here. The famous model is finally here," one of the men commented dryly.
"Hey, famous model," another man seconded and the others cheered.
Harry just raised his hand as a response before went to sit on an empty space. He frowned when two women quickly came to sit beside him.
"Hey, chill. I bring them here to cheer us up," Alan said when he noticed the unhappiness in Harry's face.
"I don't need it," Harry muttered as he stood up.
"Hey, don't leave yet. Chill out. We're here to celebrate our end of the exam. Stop being such a bore," Alan laughed.
"I thought we're celebrating, not looking for a…" Harry looked at the scantily clad women.
Their face changed. The two women who were sitting beside Harry stood up and went to sit at another space. Their face darkened unhappily.
Harry sat down back. He leaned against the sofa and looked around. It seemed like everyone was here. He took an untouched tin and drank the beer.
"Why don't I sing a song?" Alan grabbed the machine to choose a song. He wanted to cheer everyone up, especially Harry. He did not want to see his best friend in a bad mood.
He selected Jay Chou's song 'Love Confession' and started singing while making flirty eyes at the girls. They giggled and watched him singing happily.
Harry, on the other hand, just sipped his beer silently. He even took out his phone and started scrolling the Instagram. He really had no mood to come here.
Songs after songs were sung by them but not once Harry looked or cheered them. He just drank his beer silently while staring at his phone.
"Hey, Harry, why are you so quiet? We should have fun tonight. We're supposed to celebrate tonight," Corry said with a laugh as he draped his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Come on, Harry. Chill a bit. You're scaring the girls," Corry said.
Harry just finished the beer and stood up. "I'm leaving. Thanks for the drink."
"What? Wait…" the others were taken back with his sudden announcement. They tried to stop him but he simply waved his hand and left the room.
"What now?" they asked, sharing a confused look.
"He's not in the mood. Come on, guys. Let's party!" Alan said and everyone cheered loudly. They continued having fun, already pushing what happened earlier with Harry to the side.
Harry went into his car and sighed heavily. He put his phone into the slot and started the engine.
"Ergh… can't drive," he muttered. He drank quite a lot and could not hold his drunkenness anymore. With a bleary eye, he reached back for his phone and dialled home.
"Hello, Young Master?"
"I'm drunk. Pick me up," he told the butler. Then, he murmured the name 'Boom' to the elder man before ended the call.
He dropped the phone back to its slot and rested his head against the steering wheel. He was not drunk, he told himself. He could drink another dozen of beer with no problem at all.
Five seconds later, he reached back for his phone and drunkenly dialled a number. He grinned and waited impatiently for the receiver to answer the call.
But to his disappointment, the call went unanswered. He frowned and redialled again. And again. And again.
"Ryn, why are you avoiding me?" he cried at the phone.
Without thinking, he opened the apps for messaging and sent her a message. And another. And another. He even left a voice message to her.
"Ryn, why didn't you join us? Tonight we're supposed to celebrate," he said drunkenly.
Then, he sent more emoticons and drunken messages.
When the family's driver finally found him in the car, the man could only sigh seeing his Young Master staring at his phone. It was weird seeing Young Master mooning over a woman and kept staring at his phone, thinking no one realized it but anyone who could see knew about it. He was so obvious, smiling with no reason at all or staring at his phone almost all the time. It was worst now when his Young Master drunk like this.
"Young Master, let's go home," the driver said after he took a deep breath. He shook Harry gently, hoping it could wake him up from his drunken stupor.
"Huh? You? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, recognizing the driver.
"Young Master, I am here to pick you up. Master and Madam are waiting at the mansion," the driver said patiently.
"Hmm… oh… I am not drunk. Why should I let you drive?" Harry asked.
The driver could only smile bitterly. Why was it his turn tonight? Oh yes, because tomorrow he wants to go out dating with his girlfriend so he switched his turn with the other driver. Sigh. It was going to be a long night tonight.
He could not go against his words despite not having any mood to have fun.He wished he could go home and sleep. He had no mood to do anything but dreaming about her.Yes, he had become apathetic man recently, mooning over a woman who did not even treat him as a potential boyfriend.He sighed after fifteen minutes. He finally gathered his mood and was ready to face the music."It's time to go," he told himself and shut off the engine. He pulled the key from its slot and took the phone he put in the drink slot.Harry entered the premise with a cold look on his face. All those who were bumping into him on the way quickly made way, afraid to see how serious he looked.He looked for the room they always booked and headed to it. He did not have any mood at all. He wanted to go home."Ahhh you're finally here. The famous model is finally here," one of the men commented dryly."Hey, famous model," another man seconded and the others cheered.Harry just raised his hand as a response before went to sit on an empty space. He frowned when two women quickly came to sit beside him."Hey, chill. I bring them here to cheer us up," Alan said when he noticed the unhappiness in Harry's face."I don't need it," Harry muttered as he stood up."Hey, don't leave yet. Chill out. We're here to celebrate our end of the exam. Stop being such a bore," Alan laughed."I thought we're celebrating, not looking for a" Harry looked at the scantily clad women.Their face changed. The two women who were sitting beside Harry stood up and went to sit at another space. Their face darkened unhappily.Harry sat down back. He leaned against the sofa and looked around. It seemed like everyone was here. He took an untouched tin and drank the beer."Why don't I sing a song?" Alan grabbed the machine to choose a song. He wanted to cheer everyone up, especially Harry. He did not want to see his best friend in a bad mood.He selected Jay Chou's song 'Love Confession' and started singing while making flirty eyes at the girls. They giggled and watched him singing happily.Harry, on the other hand, just sipped his beer silently. He even took out his phone and started scrolling the Instagram. He really had no mood to come here.Songs after songs were sung by them but not once Harry looked or cheered them. He just drank his beer silently while staring at his phone."Hey, Harry, why are you so quiet? We should have fun tonight. We're supposed to celebrate tonight," Corry said with a laugh as he draped his arm around Harry's shoulders."Come on, Harry. Chill a bit. You're scaring the girls," Corry said.Harry just finished the beer and stood up. "I'm leaving. Thanks for the drink.""What? Wait" the others were taken back with his sudden announcement. They tried to stop him but he simply waved his hand and left the room."What now?" they asked, sharing a confused look."He's not in the mood. Come on, guys. Let's party!" Alan said and everyone cheered loudly. They continued having fun, already pushing what happened earlier with Harry to the side.Harry went into his car and sighed heavily. He put his phone into the slot and started the engine."Ergh can't drive," he muttered. He drank quite a lot and could not hold his drunkenness anymore. With a bleary eye, he reached back for his phone and dialled home."Hello, Young Master?""I'm drunk. Pick me up," he told the butler. Then, he murmured the name 'Boom' to the elder man before ended the call.He dropped the phone back to its slot and rested his head against the steering wheel. He was not drunk, he told himself. He could drink another dozen of beer with no problem at all.Five seconds later, he reached back for his phone and drunkenly dialled a number. He grinned and waited impatiently for the receiver to answer the call.But to his disappointment, the call went unanswered. He frowned and redialled again. And again. And again."Ryn, why are you avoiding me?" he cried at the phone.Without thinking, he opened the apps for messaging and sent her a message. And another. And another. He even left a voice message to her."Ryn, why didn't you join us? Tonight we're supposed to celebrate," he said drunkenly.Then, he sent more emoticons and drunken messages.When the family's driver finally found him in the car, the man could only sigh seeing his Young Master staring at his phone. It was weird seeing Young Master mooning over a woman and kept staring at his phone, thinking no one realized it but anyone who could see knew about it. He was so obvious, smiling with no reason at all or staring at his phone almost all the time. It was worst now when his Young Master drunk like this."Young Master, let's go home," the driver said after he took a deep breath. He shook Harry gently, hoping it could wake him up from his drunken stupor."Huh? You? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, recognizing the driver."Young Master, I am here to pick you up. Master and Madam are waiting at the mansion," the driver said patiently."Hmm oh I am not drunk. Why should I let you drive?" Harry asked.The driver could only smile bitterly. Why was it his turn tonight? Oh yes, because tomorrow he wants to go out dating with his girlfriend so he switched his turn with the other driver. Sigh. It was going to be a long night tonight.
