The Princess and The Host Club

Chapter 12

The rest of the was ok. Kyoya learned his lesson and didn't get on my nerves. The only thing that worries me is the fact that he knows, and I could be putting him in danger. Every little thing makes me jump. Sam and Adam haven't left my side once all day either. Plus I need to tell the host club that I'm leaving in a month. Ugh, to much stress.
"(Y/n), are you ok?" Kaoru asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him, then everyone else. Kyoya was sitting next to me, almost as if he's protecting me. I just sigh and shake my head. "What's wrong?" He asks.
"I'm moving to England in a month." I say. They stare at me.
"Wait. If Dylan finds out that Kyoya knows about... you, then you won't have to leave." Sam points out. I perk up when he finishes talking. I pull my phone out and call Dylan. After the third ring, he answers.
"Something wrong?" Is his response.
"Kyoya knows about... me." I say.
"How?" He asks.
"He used my morning irritation against me." Was my reply. He just chuckled.
"Alright. You are now his personal bodyguard." I groan. "I know you don't like that position, but at least you don't have to leave your house. He will be moving in with you. I will contact his father."
"Ok. Bye." I say.
"Bye." And at that, he hangs up. I smile then face Sam and Adam.
"What position are you?" Adam asks, smirking.
"Bodyguard." I say, banging my head on the table. They just shake thier head.
"Bodyguard to who?" Haruhi asks.
"Kyoya." I say.
"Wait. Are you moving in with him?" Sam asks.
"No. He's moving in with me. It's too much of a hassle to move all of my stuff." I say, shrugging.
"Does my father know?" Kyoya asks.
"Dylan is calling him now." He nods and we continue on with our conversation on a different subject.

~time skip to tomorrow morning which is Sunday~

I wake up to my alarm clock. I get out of bed and get dressed. I brush my teeth and hair and put my hair into a side braid. After putting on some blush and mascara, I head downstairs to help move all of Kyoya's belongings into his room.Other than his necessities, most of it is computers, books, and files. It took an hour or so to lug all of it up to his room so he could unpack everything. After that was done, Kyoya arrived. He went upstairs to organize his room, while I went to the livingroom with my computer and skype Sasha, who was my only girl friend in America. It rang twice before she answered.
"Hey girl!" A tan girl with dark, almost black, hair and blue eyes said to me.
"Hey! Long time no see!" I reply she nods as a guy with light brown hair and brown eyes sits down next to her.
"What's up buttercup?" He asks. I smirk.
"Well, I'm a bodyguard now. You?" I reply.
"Wow. Your most hated role. Who is the victim your protecting?" He asks.
"His name is Kyoya Ootori." I reply.
"Does someone have a little blush?" Sasha teases.
"No." I feel my face heat up.
"Then why are you blushing?" Kyle asked. I sat there, hiding my face as they teased me.
"Hey (y/n), why are we going to do today?" Kyoya asks, walking into the room.
"I don't know. You can't invite the host club here if you want." I said.
"Is that Kyoya?" Kyle teases.
"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me I called to talk to my girl friend." I reply
"Wait. Your lesbian?" He asks, obviously confused.
"No. Now can I talk to Sasha?" He grins and nods, standing up and backing out of the camera veiw. "I mean alone. So that means you leave the room." I say. I hear thump and a door opening and closing. "What was that?" I ask
"Kyle jumped when you adressed him and he hit his head on the cabinet then left the room." Sasha said. I smirked and we talked. We caught up on what I missed in America and what was happening here in Japan. By the time we said our goodbyes, the host club was at the door. When the door opened, they ran in because it was raining. When did it start raining? Oh well. That afternoon was spent with me either reading a book or writing a book that my friend wanted me to write while the others talked, ate, and watched movies. At one point, Kyoya read what I had so far on the book and cretiqued it a little. He was very helpful and I couldn't have fallen more in love with the guy. No. I have to keep my distance. What the heck, I can't do that when these guys are always in my business one way or another.