Tamaki's POV
"So she was right," A soothing voice from behind me that I was so happy to hear, "You did come back." I look over my shoulder, still on my knees, to see Kyoya standing there with in his hand his notebook. "Kyoya." I mumble. I quickly scoot over to him, still not standing up, and cling on his legs. "W-What happend…" I wisper. "We tried to continue the Host club, but it wasn't the same without two of the members." He says while awkwardly patting my head. I look down, this was all my f-… "Wait, two?" I asks looking up. "Your father didn't tell you. I guess that makes sense… Haruhi was kicked out, after you left no one was paying for her education and because she spend a lot of time in the Host club her grades weren't good enough for a scholarship." He says calmly. I jump up. "Haruhi was kicked out?!" I echo with big eyes. "Mmm'mm" Kyoya answers while scribbling in his notebook. That explains why Haruhi wasn't with the twins. "The twins!" I say, remembering how dull they looked. "Yes, that was my fault. This morning we went to see Haruhi, but she moved. The landlady knew to where but she was far to stubborn to say to where. They kind of shut down after that." The tall boy says while fixing his glasses. "Why did she move?" I had trouble standing up, Haruhi had completly shut herself away from the Host club. "The landlady said something about her father losing his job." Kyoya replied. "But Haruh-" "Mabye it's better to forget about Haruhi, she made it clear that she doesn't want anything to do with the Host club." Kyoya interrupted me. "That's impossible." I gulp. Kyoya lays a friendly hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Tamaki." He muttered before turning around. The bell had rang while we had talked so Kyoya was off to class.
Haruhi's POV
I slowly unlock the front door, trying to balance the cake I bought for my father. I drop the keys on a counter and carefully place the cake in the fridge. I had bought it from saving my lunch money and the little money my part-time job. After everything was put away I walk over to the shrine of my mother and sit there for a few minutes, staring at the picture. "I hope dad's happy with his birthday cake." I mumble, to my mother I supose. I stand up again and grab my backpack and start on my homework.
*Midnight*
I slowly wake up by the curtains hitting the windows. I stand up and close the window. I had fallen asleep infront of my books. I look on the clock and sprint over to the front door. Fahters shoes weren't there. I look around and see my little phone lit up. I walk over to it and open it up. My father.
Hey Haruhi,
Daddy wont come home today, I got the job! They need me to stay here though, to let me explore the building! Isn't it exiting! Anyway don't worry about me, I'll be fine! Sleep thight princess.
Lies. He passed out infront of the bar. This text was from the bartender. My father hasn't called my princess since a year ago. I slowly walk to the fridge and grab the cake. I knew my neighbores where nightowls so they probably where still awake. I walk outside and knock on the door. He opens up. He was about 20 years old but acted as if he was still 16. "Yo, Haruhi right?" He says with a low voice. "Mm'mm. Anyway here." I push the cake in his hands. "I don't think it's my birthday yet." He says confused. "It's not for a birthday, just take it. Share it with your girlfriend or something." I mumble, not looking him in the eye. He still looked confused but would let free cake slide. "Thanks I guess." He says rubbing the back of his neck. I turn around and walk back to my front door. I walk back inside and collapse on the floor. I warp my arms around my knees and silently cry before falling asleep.