The Host Clubs Rose (A OHSHC Love Story)

Chapter 7: "the place where I belong"

Arabella and Marcus stayed at the opening ceremony as I slipped away heading to Music Room 3. I opened the doors knowing that the host club would be closed at the moment. But, to my surprise; Kyoya was typing away on his laptop as he sat at one of the tables. He didn’t move when I walked in.

Of course he wouldn’t. The host club was set up exactly as Tamaki and I planned it to be. But, a huge banner hung reading “welcome to the Host Club Rose-Chan!” in Honey-Sempi’s handwriting.

“You’re early” Mori said walking in holding Honey on his back. I smiled hugging Mori’s waist “sorry, things are too hectic for me down there” Honey jumped down into my arms “we’re so glad you’re here Rose-Chan!” he chimed. I put him down as he ran over to a large table that was set up like a birthday party. “You sit at the head of the table Rose-Chan!” Honey announces pointing to the head chair. I smiled pulling Mori along with me. Of course he didn’t fight his hand away; Mori is my closest friend in the host club besides Tamaki. Mori pulled my chair out allowing me to sit down; he places a tiara on my head then took the seat next to Honey. The cake had my picture on the front. It wasn’t a resent picture. It was a picture of me when I first entered middle school.

I really miss my hair.

“I had your favorite made!” Honey chimed as Mori cut a side piece then plopped it onto my plate. I smiled “chocolate inside and out with chocolate pudding in the middle!” I clapped then took a bite. This had to be the best cake I have ever had in my life. The doors flung open as Tamaki led Arabella, Marcus, and the twins inside.

My smile faded, I put my fork down standing up slipping off the tiara “I’m going to go ahead and get ready before me open” I glared at the twins direction for only a moment before I walked to where Kyoya was. He was already holding up my apron that I always wore. I grabbed it muttering “Thanks”

I flung the strap over my head then tied the other two strings around my waist. I went to the closet pulling out all my cleaning tools then began whipping down all the tables. I felt as everyone stared at me as I worked my way around the room.

The twins are making me seem like an outcast even in my one place that I feel whole.

Believe it or not for the past two years I have done this before the club would open. I wanted to give the table an extra shine, and I wanted to push the cart around passing out tea.

It’s always been my job to help out the host club in any way I could. I honored the message that the host club gave everyone; that every girl is beautiful and that no girl should ever feel ugly or that she didn’t belong. After all; it doesn’t matter whether you have short hair or long hair or that you’re not skinny, or maybe your face isn’t like models. Everyone is beautiful, in their own way.

It’s what’s inside that count the most.