The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

✿ Chapter 30 : Columbine ✿

"Ah crap, I think I left my phone back in the music room," Sumire whined combing through her bag and pockets.

Haruhi lazily sipped a milkshake leaning on her elbow, "That's unfortunate, do you wanna go back and get it?" she asked checking the time.

Sumire sighed sipping on a frappe, "Nah it's okay, I'll just come get it back tomorrow."

"I thought you were going to skip club to sell your I-am-upset-at-you-guys plan?" Haruhi chuckled a little.

"Then I'll just have to go in anyways, it's my host day, I can still be upset at them. That actually sounds like a better plan, it'll be terrible for them!" Sumire mimicked an evil laugh, "To be fair I should only be mad at Kyoya but it's a club thing."

Sipping the last of her shake Haruhi let out a sigh of contentment patting her stomach, "What's up with you and Kyoya-senpai anyways?"

"What do you mean? Nothings up."

"Don't joke with me I see the way you look at him," Haruhi teased, "Besides, he looks at you the same way too."

"I have no idea what you mean," Sumire huffed crossing her arms, "We just get along is all."

"That's the point. You're probably closer to him than anyone on the club, aside from Tamaki-senpai at least."

"We work the club finance and decor together, he's really good at it and he helps me out sometimes too."

"Which makes you all the more perfect for each other."

"Haruhi I- It's not like that were just good friends."

"I don't think many people can bravely call Kyoya-senpai their friend."

Sumire was about to retort when she cut herself off taking a breath, "He always just so nice to me, it feels really nice to be around him. Besides I doubt he means any of it, he's a host after all. Probably doing his host magic on me."

"Are you telling me his host magic is working on you then? How come the twin's don't affect you hm?"

"Oh my god there's no winning with you is there?"

Haruhi grinned triumphantly, "Nope, I can feel there's something. I just know it."

"Oh whatever, I'm still going to be upset at them," Sumire grumbled, "I might not go to Lobelia, but I can think of another way to mess with them."

Sumire was catching on some data work for the flower shop when the familiar notification of an email caught her ear.

The sight of the email address made her smile a little but the thought of what had happened returned the frown. 

Sumire,

You have left your phone in the music room this afternoon. I have sent a courier to deliver it to your house as soon as possible. 

During that time a man by the name of Daisuke would like to inform you of your cat, Smoky's vaccines is due. He would like to see you as soon as possible to attend to your pet. 

Well regards, K. Ootori

"No apology huh, guess he has to suffer my wrath," Sumire's eye twitched, she really had not that much grudge against them, but personal property is still personal property. 

Right on time her doorbell rang sending Sumire downstairs. "Package for a Miss Sumire Shiraishi?" the man outside her door announced holding a small box and a bouquet of white and purple flowers.