**DISCONTINUED** My Wilted Flower (OHSHC x Reader)

7: Here we go again

  I nearly fell out of my bed, waking up in a cold sweat. More horrible nightmares. I wipe the tears from my eyes. It was hard, being all alone in a large house. My parents were always out on work so, of course, the only people were the house maids. 

  I began to recount the occurrences of the day before and sighed. That host club was ridiculous. Shameful. Why the hell would the school board even allow a club like that? Is it just simply for the entertainment or popularity? Either way, I find it quite pointless. I don't think I'll ever really like them, especially since their first impressions haven't been the greatest. 

  Despite my wishes, I get out of my bed to get ready for another dreadful day at school. I strip myself of my clothes, grabbing the school uniform and placing it on my bed. I step into the warm water of the shower. After about fifteen minutes, I finish my shower and get dressed, dry my hair, and head down to the dining room where breakfast is already waiting for me. I thank the maids, sitting down at the large, empty table. The silence was suffocating. If (B/n) was here-

  I stopped the thought immediately, pushing it back into the dark crevices of my mind. I quickly ate the meal, giving the dishes to the women who wash them. Then I went and got my backpack and the materials I needed for the day. 

  I was ready to go with nearly 20 minutes left to waste. I head straight for the music room. I haven't played since.... the event, but I still enjoy looking at the large piano belonging to my mother. It was quite the instrument; one of the biggest besides the organ. It's strings ran across the soundboard with different sizes and sounds. It was beautiful. It's outer layer was a polished shiny black. So smooth to the touch, a familiar feeling.

  Eventually, the time passed as I admired the large instrument and it was time to ride to school. A maid came in, a solemn smile on her face, "Mx. (Y/n) it's time to head to school." She said quietly, bowing. I nodded, "Thank you..." I trail off, trying to remember her name. "I apologize, it seems I can't recall your name." She blushed, looking surprise, "U-Um my name is Mina. Thank you, Mx." She bowed again, scurrying away. I smiled lightly, gently closing the piano lid and heading out the door. I walked out to see the limousine waiting, door being held open by the butler, Mr. Taki. I thanked him and sat in the seat right next to the door. Once he got to the drivers side and began to go I stared out the window, trying not to think about (B/n).

  Once we arrived, I got out of the limo and hastily walked to class, even though I'm early. I put my stuff down and take out the necessary materials for the class when I get a sudden tap on my shoulder, causing me to jump. I turned around and glared at the Blondie that stood behind me. 

  "What?" I snap. He flinches.

  He nervously taps his pointer fingers together, "I-I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and..." He pauses, starting to give puppy-dog eyes. I remain stoic. "Please, please, PLEEAAASSEEEE Join the host club todayyyyyy! I promise I'll make it up to you! I promise!" He is a puppy, begging for what he wants. I stare at him, emotionless. He starts to sweat nervously. After about two minutes, I answer, "I'll think about it." His eyes light up and he tried to hug me. I shove him away harshly, "I did NOT say yes." I say simply, turning and sitting back in my seat. 

  I hear the blonde pout ever so lightly as he walked to the ravenette that sat near the back of the class, next to him. The two began to converse quietly until class began. Another horrible day to go until the weekend.

  Eventually, all classes ended. All with a begging Suoh and a silent Ootori (I finally learned their names from girls gossiping about how hot they were). Kyoya always had an eye on his notebook or computer. He rarely looked up. It was like he was stuck in his research. He was certainly different than Tamaki. They were polar opposites. It made me wonder how they were even friends in the first place. I sigh, shaking my head at the thought. 

     I found myself standing in front of music room 3 yet again. It seems my feet have acted on their own. Curse you, feet. I sigh again, pinching the bridge of my nose. I might as well go in so that Suoh would leave me the hell alone. I take a peek into the room, the door opening silently. There were girls already in there, flocked around each host, except for Ootori. Why didn't he entertain ladies?

  In my moment of mindlessness, Kyoya noticed me. The moment my eyes came back into focus, he was staring at me with a light smirk. He started walking to Tamaki. I quickly shut the door, my face flushing. There was nowhere to go, so I just walked to the large windows and looked out until I heard a door open, then shut, then footsteps heading towards me. I could feel my hands shake. Why? What was wrong with me? I hadn't felt like this before, heart racing, hands shaking, face flushing. What was happening? Is this what they called a panic attack? I'm not supposed to be so scared of a stupid interaction with the idiot host club!

  Suddenly, a hand was waving in front of my face, causing me to jump back. Tamaki, for the hundredth time today, stood next to me. But his face wasn't a face of plead or begging. His face held a soft, calming look. He spoke gently, "I see you came, my flower. How exciting! You don't need to be afraid of the club. Please, come join us. Or at least sit at an open table and watch? We aren't bad, we just want to entertain. Please." I take a step back, my eyes lowering. "I'm not afraid of you. None of you." I say quietly. He lifted his arms a bit, before they fell back. "Come on, mx. Won't you please join me?" He asked, rather than his begging. I look up to him, searching his violet eyes for a while, before sighing gently. "Lead the way." I say, defeated.