Yours to Hold (An OHSHC fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter Seventeen

"Do I really have to wear this?"

I groaned and pulled a single pillow over my head.

"Hey, Nao-kun, I know you're awake. Answer my question. Also, is it true you guys don't have any personal servants? Not one?"

Holding the pillow as close to my head as I could manage, I attempted to tune out Ren's voice. He happened to be the last person I wanted to hear speaking first thing when I woke up.

"Nao-kun~"

Go away.

"Nao-kun~"

Go die.

"Nao-kun~"

Sitting up, I chucked the pillow my head had been buried in towards the direction of his voice. Ignoring his laughter, I dropped my head back down to my sheets and returned to holding the other pillow over my head.

"Are you not a morning person, Nao-kun?" Ren questioned. "Is it possible that you're even less lady-like in the early hours of the day?"

"Shut up," I grumbled, my voice muffled by my sheets.

"It is possible! How interesting. Now, Nao-kun, please tell me. Do I really have to wear this?"

I racked my mind for what little I knew about the school Ren had been attending. If my memory served right, they hadn't been required to wear uniforms. Great, another thing the spoiled brat would complain about. Pushing the bit of information from my mind, I buried my head further into my sheets.

If only he'd go away.

How'd he even get into my room in the first place?

"Nao-kun~ It's time to get up~ Come on!"

My entire body went rigid as my comforter disappeared. He was so dead.

"Aww, how cute! Hey, Nao-kun, are those-"

I chucked my other pillow at his head and saw it hit this time. Slightly satisfied but still incredibly pissed, I scrambled from my bed and pointed at the door.

"OUT. NOW!"

Chuckling, he let the pillow drop into his hands over the Ouran uniform he had laid over his arms. His hair was already perfectly styled, apparently the lack of servant didn't mean that wouldn't be happening, and he was dressed in another outfit similar to the one he'd shown up in. Despite my order, it seemed he had no interest in moving.

"Your pajamas are cute," he commented lightly. "Nice teddy-bear shorts-"

"If you don't get out, you'll regret it," I threatened.

Something in my expression must have gotten to him because he paled slightly.

"Sure, just tell me, do I really ha-"

"YES, NOW GET THE HELL OUT!"

"Yes ma'am."

When the door shut behind him I finally realized how burning red my face must have been. The pajamas I'd thrown on the night before were comfortable, but not exactly the sort you showed off to other people. Pink, silky pajama shorts with multiple bears wearing night-caps displayed all over them and a soft, white tank-top displaying a single night-cap teddy bear yawning. It was embarrassing enough that I was highly considering murder to keep from having to hear about this later.

After making sure that my door was locked, I glanced at my clock and found out that it was only about ten minutes until my alarm would go off. Not enough time to bother with going back to bed. With a sigh I began reassembling my blankets and made my bed so that there wasn't a single wrinkle in case my uncle checked up on the state of my room, or had a servant do it sometime today. With that finished I went about changing into a pair of exercising pants and a more conservative tank-top than the one that had served as my pajamas. When I'd finished that I turned to face the door, aware that I had just enough time to grab something quick from the table for breakfast.