Hello lovely people of the internet, here is my fanfiction for Ouran Highschool Hostclub. Please if you enjoy favourite, comment and follow me as an author. It does get a bit heated in some scenes, so be warned. Apart from that, please enjoy :)

Chapter 1, An unexpected trip to the hospital

I woke up at precisely 6am. Not because I wanted to but because of the insistent ringing of my phone on the floor next to me. Tamaki's face flashed on and off on the screen and I groaned rolling out of bed to answer it. What could he possibly want at this time? On a Sunday morning for that matter! I felt the rage bubble inside of me, my eyes adjusting to the light of morning and slanting into an accusatory glare. I took a deep breath steadying myself as I picked up the phone. As soon as I put the vibrating daemon near my ear I regretted my decision immediately.

"HARUHI! MY LITTLE PRINCESS, GOOD MORNING!" screamed Tamaki in his brutally high, sing–song voice. I just groaned in disdain and stared out the window, the sun was just rising over the hills.

"Sempai…what is wrong with you, why are you up so early? The rest of the world likes to sleep in on the weekend. And more importantly; WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP?" I growled, my fist tensing up by my side. He whimpered and I could almost see him in my mind, shrink back from the hateful tone and whimper a little. I could hear in the background one of the Hitachiin twins asking what was wrong; it was impossible to tell which one just by their voice.

"Oh dear, what did you do to boss?"

"He's growing mushrooms this early in the morning, you could have been nicer you know."

"Especially considering all the planning he went through making today perfect for you."

They said taking turns for each line, I really could not understand how they must have been holding the phone in order to have this twinly experience. Is it not entirely possible for just one of them to talk to me, or did it always have to be a joint connection?

Exacerbated, I sighed and steadied myself.

Deep Breaths Haruhi.

"What do you mean…planning?" I queried, raising an eyebrow and feeling my body wake up slowly to take in my surroundings. My room was spotless as always, but to my dismay a very cute (and frilly) dress hung on the back of my door.

How the hell?

Expecting a reply from the twins I was surprised to hear Honey sempai squeal in delight.

"We are going on a family holiday! Isn't that right Takashi?"

Holiday?!

"Yes Mitsukuni" Mori sempai replied in his usual monotone manner.

My head was spinning, whether it be from lack of energy or the initial response to having someone break into your house while you were sleeping to hang up and dress and then force you into a holiday.

"Uhh...I don't feel so good..." I muttered clutching my head with my other hand. The room blurred and swirled around me. My stomach lurched and I reached over to steady myself on the bed but missed and began to fall.

"Haruhi!" someone cried, but it was too late to make out to whom the distressed voice belonged. Black dots formed in front of my eyes and I slowly felt my legs slip out from underneath me. I gasped for air before losing consciousness.

"Maybe we have gone too far this time boss."

"We've clearly upset her badly...I hope she is okay."

"Oh my poor baby, daddy is so sorry."

"She will be just fine, she is under the best care money can afford. My fathers personal doctors will be here in an instant."

As soon as the last sentence had been spoken I heard a helicopter overhead. Blinking by eyes dozily, I could quite lock onto one sight of vision and managed to see my friend's faces blur into one scary looking monster. My stomach gave another heave and once again, I passed out.

Beep…beep…beep…beep…

My eyes flickered open to the sound. Institution styled walls surrounded me and there was a needle sticking into my arm joined up to a drip against the wall. The insistent beeping of my pulse was the only thing assuring me that I hadn't died. Much to my appreciation the room was empty. Well as empty as you can expect being a member of the host club.

Mountains of gifts were strewn over the table at the end of my bed. Teddy bears, flowers and what looked like a dozen of beautifully iced cupcakes adorned my room.

"What the…?" I said, trying to sit up but feeling the room spin, decided it wasn't the best idea afterall. I felt all my memory come flashing back. I must be in the Ootari private hospital, I mused observing the gold-laced curtains in the corner of the room framing a window to a world outside so different to the Japan I was used to. I was once again at a beautiful beach. Stretching on as far as the eye could see, the sun slowly rising on the waters edge, boiling the horizon as it rose.

I really was beginning to wish the host club would stop kidnapping me.

Stupid rich people.

Sighing, I reached over to the glass of water on my bedside table and took a satisfying sip; my mouth felt dryer than a forgotten desert in the middle of mars or something.

As I placed the cup back on the table I noticed a small note folded perfectly with my name written on the front in the finest calligraphy I had ever seen. It read:

Dearest Haruhi,

We all are deeply sorry for the trauma we have managed to cause you and in that, uncovering the medical condition you must have been suffering for sometime now but were too shy to share. If you awake and we are not there, we are out building you the most magnificent sand castle you will have ever seen; so hopefully that will make you smile. We all love you dearly and hope for your speedy recovery. I hope my father's facility is to your standards. I have personally requested they serve you the most 'fancy' tuna, once you are well enough of course. (No extra charge to your account).

Love,

Kyouya and the Host Club

Huh, so Kyouya wrote it.

Of course he would make a mention to my ever-growing debt but… I have to admit the promise of fancy tuna was both flattering and quite embarrassing. What was puzzling me to no end was this supposal medical condition I apparently had, I hadn't had a sick day since my mother past away. One could say I was fit as a fiddle. However this fainting spell and nausea was definitely unexpected, I was pretty sure it didn't have to do with the host clubs usual privacy invasion. I was admittedly growing quite, well not immune, but definitely accustomed to not having any detail of my life to myself.

Reaching over I almost pressed the 'nurse required' button but decided better of it. Who knows if they were just waiting outside for me to call for assistance? No. I would try and make sense of this myself and in my own time. Patience was one thing I had at the moment, well that in conjunction with free time away from the host club. It wasn't that I didn't love them all dearly, of course I did. It was just they were like small children. Cute and lovely, but after a while you want time to yourself and it is so rare to come by.

Of course I could not think of what my dad would have to say, when and if he found out about this. As soon as that though escaped my mind my eyes locked on another note beside a vase filled with yellow roses.

Haruhi, my sweetheart,

When the boys came over worried about you it scared your poor father so much that I balled my eyes out, luckily the Hitachi twins were nice enough to console me. They are all very nice boys Haruhi, except for maybe that tall blonde one. Maybe you should consider a boyfriend? I'd like to see you well matched. No matter, don't grind your teeth too much about it, I hope for your speedy recovery and will expect a phone call immediately.

Love, Dad

xox

A boyfriend? Hah yeah right, nice dad. Of course when his only daughter he would be focused on my match making. Subconsciously I realized that I was, indeed, grinding my teeth.

Gingerly I climbed out of bed, steadying myself and pulling my drip on wheels with me towards the window. Sure enough, there they all were digging away at what looked like a small house made completely of sand. I laughed quietly and rubbed my arms, the hospital gown covered me completely but I still felt a little bit chilly.

Soon enough the littlest one who was sitting on the top of the house commanding the others with, what looked like a small, plastic spade, looked up at my window and jumped off the roof in delight. Worrying, I reached forward without thinking and pulled the drip over so forcefully it almost toppled me. Honey Sempai landed gracefully and then bounded on Mori Sempai's shoulders pulling his jet-black hair and commanding him forward. The others looked up and without a word sprinted my way.

I mumbled something about how my free time was up and no sooner that I had sat back down in my hospital bed, Hikaru closely followed by Kaoru sprinted to my side talking to rapidly together so I could only hear bits and pieces. Their lean bodies in loose singlet tops and long necklaces mirrored one another as they fussed over my entire body and pillow to blanket ratio. This only stopped when Tamaki reached the room slamming the door open in a dramatic nature and pretty much throwing himself upon me in a helpless way, as if he couldn't bare to see me like this. As soon as this thought escaped my mind he looked up at me, tears in his eyes.

"Oh Haruhi, I can't bear seeing you like this."

I smiled and waved the others who were standing at the door, Honey whimpering, inwards.

"I'm okay, guys! Seriously. Couldn't feel better," I half-heartedly laughed.

Kyoya walked in, still in character, scribbling away in his notebook. He pushed up his glasses and said cheerily "Well you should feel better now, you really worried us you know" he finished this off with his trademark half-grin and I contemplated the sincerity of his words.

"Turns out you have low blood sugar Haruhi, why didn't you tell us?" The twins said inspecting my arms for any bruising or defect.

"I…I didn't know. It's nothing serious tho-"

"Nothing serious?! My dear Haruhi! My poor baby, don't you worry, Daddy is here. See how selfless she is, belittling her problems to make us feel better?" Tamaki exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion and I consequently rolled my eyes.

The others however nodded sincerely.

"You could have had some of my cake!" Honey said, breaking the silence, thrusting a cupcake with bright yellow icing under my nose.

"I'm fine guys, really! This is all so unnecessary!" I grinned and Tamaki melted into a blushing heap with the twins.

"Awwwh! You are so cute!"

We talked for another half an hour; each of them outlining the horrendous journey "we" had apparently gone through surrounding the event of me fainting. Each story as dramatic as the last, even Mori Sempai looked down grimly and said "I was very scared for you Haruhi, Mitsukuni wouldn't eat cake the whole time you were out. I became very worried." At this Honey held his bunny to his chest and gazed up at Mori, his Lolita eyes filling up with water.

"You were worried about me too?" He whispered, clinging to his bunny.

Mori nodded; "mm" he replied and for the first time I had ever seen, smiled. It was small but it was distinct and it seemed everyone else had noticed too. The room was silent for a minute before it erupted in cheering and they all clambered out of my room, saying something about they had much work to do on my sand castle before I was better tomorrow morning. Tamaki kissed me on the forehead and danced out of the room also. The only one who remained was Kyoya Sempai.

"Sempai..?" I said sitting up in my bed again. He just stood there staring at me; his notebook by his side and his perfect forehead was creased between his eyebrows.

"I don't think I will ever understand you Haruhi." He murmured, taking in my appearance. I just stared at him unsure of how to reply, not really understanding his meaning. Sure, I don't think I could ever understand him fully either but the way he said it made me wonder about all sorts of things.

"What do you mean Sempai?" I asked quietly, kind of fearing his response a little. He sighed and sat on the edge of my bed, my feet were now pressed to the small of his back.

"Tamaki was right. Why do you try so hard to make them, well us, all so happy when technically we are the ones that put you here in this bed?" He questioned; his voice now husky. I couldn't quite get a grasp on the situation and felt the drugs begin to cut back in. My head became heavy but I tried to muster up a good, logical reply.

"Because, well as you said, it's not their fault I have low blood sugar or whatever. And I guess I care about you guys a lot. But I though I proved that the day Tamaki was promised to Éclaire. This is more than just repaying a debt now. Surely you feel the same way? I mean you consider every outcome for the Host Club's success and whilst one could see that as you just being driven…how you look out for each member of the club the way you do…that's something else. You would do the same, if you were me…" I said, smiling sleepily up at him. He looked lost for words but remained composed.

"That's an interesting notion…in its own way," he said smiling and he sat there for a minute. I was sure that until I yawned he had forgotten I was there. Looking back at me, he smiled and pushed his glasses back up.

Clearing his throat he said, "Sleep now Haruhi, you still have to endure the promised holiday Tamaki planned," Reaching forward he brushed the hair out of my eyes. His fingertips on my skin caused a tingling sensation and I half gasped at the unexpected motion but it turned into another yawn and I drifted off to Kyoya playing with my hair lightly on my forehead. Stranger things have happened, right? This couldn't have meant anything spectacular…could it?