The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

✿ Chapter 47 : Morning Glory ✿

"Sit down child!," Sumire's grandmother shooed her away carrying a large potted plant to the other side of the room.

"I can do that you know, I'm fully healed see!" Sumire groaned spinning around, "Im going back to school tomorrow too."

"Say hello to the host club for me will you dear? They've been so awfully nice."

Sumire tilted her haid questioningly, "Host Club? Oh, yeah Haruhi said we were in a club together. What were they like?"

"The host club?" her grandmother snipped a few stray leaves off of a bonsai, "A curious bunch, but all of you got along really well. Especially with that- no, nevermind."

"With who?" Sumire asked looking very intrigued all of a sudden.

"Nothing, go fetch the watering can."

"But-"

"I need to water the plants!"

"There's one right beside you!"

Sumire put down her cat that she had taken back from her grandmother, it had taken a liking to sleeping on the hanging potted plants so Sumire took one of those home and put it up in her room. 

Passing by a mirror Sumire pulled at a lock of her hair slightly, it had gotten much longer than she had remembered. Putting on a sweater Sumire left some cat food and water out and walked to the nearest parlor.

It was a good ten minutes when a motorcycle stopped by her and Sumire tensed, balling her fists up ready to punch.

"Sumire?"

"Huh, who are you?" she asked still wary, as the man took off his helmet and pointed to his face.

"It's me, don't you remember? Where'd you disappear to?" he asked parking to the side and turning the engine off.

Sumire shifted her feet uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, I really don't remember you. But I got into an accident and kinda lost my memories."

Daisuke, as Sumire learned was the guy that worked at the pet store she frequented when she  first got her cat. 

They had walked over to a nearby cafe to catch up, after a short interrogation that he wasn't a con artist that was going to mug her, they ordered some shakes and got into talking.

"Man, you're okay now though?" Daisuke asked looking pretty overwhelmed at the information that he had received the past ten minutes. 

"Yep, the doctors said I'll probably start remembering things the more I get back into my old life, so I'm just trying to go by whatever my best friend told me I was doing."

"No wonder you didn't answer your door, you would come by every two weeks to buy some more cat food and when you didn't come I tried to bring some over but your house was all dark."

"That's very nice of you Daisuke, thank you for thinking of me," Sumire smiled, "To be honest I feel kinda bad, there's a lot of people that I've forgotten, and I think I might lose some friends because of it."

"Don't worry about that, I'm sure they'll come around. By the way, were you heading somewhere?"

Sumire gasped looking at her watch, "I totally got sidetracked, I was going to the salon for a haircut, I think they're closed now though."

"That's too bad, you're right it's getting late. Would you like a ride home?"

"Er... Sure why not."

By the time Sumire got back to her house the contents of her phone had completely transferred to her computer and she shoved the broken phone in the desk drawer.

She had heated up some water on the stove  for some instant noodles and made a quick job of frying up some frozen dumpings that was left in the fridge.

Hoarding them upstairs Sumire places them in front of her computer and turned on a movie. Might as well savor the time until she has to get back to school.

Halfway into the movie her laptop chimed a notification popping out on the side. Pausing her film Sumire opened the notification that led her to her Email. 

"I have been informed by Haruhi that your cellular device has been damaged, for the mean time I will be resuming communications through here. Until further developments on your condition, you may stop by the Host Club as a guest, free of charge. If you wish, you may resume your former position as the club secretary," Sumire read out the email, her cat hopping onto her lap as she spoke, "Looking forward to your response, Ootori Kyoya."

"Man this is guy is so formal huh," Sumire snorted petting the cat who purred under her touch, "Ootori Kyoya, Ootori, Kyoya. His name sounds nice though."

"Kyoya, quit looking at your laptop and come play games with me," Tamaki whined putting down the controlled and the virtual car he was driving crashed into the ocean, "She's probably sleeping or something."

"It is too early for her to be sleeping. Maybe she is busy, yes," Kyoya mumbled staring at his empty email inbox, "Maybe I should send someone to check in on her."

"Calm down she'll respond sooner or later, look," Tamaki pulled out his phone and showed it to Kyoya, "Haruhi said she's watching a movie."

Kyoya wrinkled his nose before hesitantly closing his laptop. Crawling to the front of the tv he picked up the controller sulkily, "How come she's responding to Haruhi and not to me?"

"She doesn't remember any of us, remember? And didn't the doctor said there was a high chance of recovery?" Tamaki sighed feeling terrible for his best friend, he hadn't really seen him like this before. But then again he didn't particularly express interest in women even when they were hosting. It was all an act, they knew it, the girls knew it, and everyone had a good time. 

Just then a small ping rang and both Kyoya and Tamaki jumped back to his laptop and opening a brand new email that had appeared.

"Okay. But I don't know what I did before, so you'll have to brief me on that."

"See?" Tamaki patted Kyoya's back before dragging him away from the screen, "It'll all be alright."

A/N: Yes yes I know I've been slacking and it's a short chapter :( but schools never told you how hard it is or how tedious it is to apply to colleges. It's so hectic and for what? Piece of paper that says you're good enough? /jk maybe :p

Anyways, I'll try to update at least once a week until my schedule clears up enough that I can have a tea induced writing session and pump out like five chapters at once lmao. 

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