I Found You - Nathan Sykes Fanfic

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Not much TW in this yet... be patient ;)

Warning; Strong language!

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After three disgusting aeroplane meals, an hour's worth of delay and two long queues of passport checks, I'd finally arrived in London. My new home.

Thanks to my dad's death last August, I'd managed to apply to music school. I'd ditched my place at Peking Union and was free to do what I wanted to do, rather than what my father had strategically planned for his puppet-daughter to do.

I was going to the Royal College of Music, the one place I'd always wanted to go. The one place my father had not wanted me to go to. He'd always looked down upon people who went into further education for creative arts, like music or drama. He'd said they were a waste of time and a waste of money.

It was all his fault anyway; he was the one who had started me playing the piano at four years old. It was him who had made me love music so much. He was the one who had paid for all the violin tuition and singing lessons. There was nobody to blame but him. I couldn't be more thankful that he had made me love music, and that he had died at the exact right time. I could never repay him for that. I hated him, but his death had brought me my future.

Xiang had already graduated from Tsinghua with a degree in Economics. Only since our father had died, he was now going to take over the money-machine mass business empire our father had created. Our father had already planned for Xiang to inherit the company, right from when Xiang was born.

I couldn't be more grateful to Xiang either, though - it was him who had funded everything for me to go to London. He'd paid my school fees, my flights and accomodation; everything. The times when I'd asked Father about going to music school, he'd refused to even discuss it, and I knew that he'd never in a million years pay for it, or even let me go. But now here I was, ready to kickstart my proper life.

Absolutely shattered, my watch told me it was two thirty and I realised it felt like ten thirty for me since China's time was faster. I sighed and went to baggage reclaim to collect my belongings.

I waited ages, looking at the various suitcases being presented to us on a conveyer belt. I finally spotted a black Pierre Cardin suitcase. I dragged it off the belt and pulled it along out of the airport.

The airport was packed with screaming teenage girls and security guards - I was assuming some teenage heartthrob was within a five mile radius somewhere. I decided whoever they were I hated them, because they were obviously causing havoc within the airport. They were so loud and irritating and had more or less started a riot/traffic jam in the middle of the airport.

I saw a large taxi rank outside and briskly walked to one and climbed in with my backpack, suitcase and Liang Benny Liu, my violin. I showed the taxi driver the address of my new home on my phone and he speedily drove. It was unbelievable; the traffic was more or less nonexistent compared to Beijing. The taxi driver apologised numerous times; yes, there was some delay, but nowhere near the amount I'd experienced before.

I protectively kept Liang on my lap throughout the entire journey to my new flat. I'd originally thought about getting my own place, but then I'd thought that would be rather selfish. Plus, if I shared I could learn better English. Not that my English was bad in the slightest, thanks to my father bringing up Xiang and me with specialist linguistic teachers. We were near-enough perfect native speakers.

I was dropped off on a street of long, terraced townhouses. I took out the key from a white envelope and pushed open the door.

The inside of the house was absolutely magnificant; it was so bright and organised and clean and a huge elegant chandelier hung from the ceiling. There was a beautiful twisting spiral staircase; it honestly looked like a palace for a Disney character. It was so stunningly and blindingly beautiful.