My Secret Valentine Chapter 7: A prior engagement, an ouran high school host club fanfic

Chapter 7!

This is from before Rose moved. So life in England when she had her sister and her ex Fiancée, well, was about to become her fiancée.

I own nothing, except Rose and the characters linked with her (family, fiancée, old friends, ect.)

Enjoy!

Well, actually, don't. This is a sad chapter.

"Rosie! Rosie!"

Kelly had a habit of calling me Rosie.

"Raabbiitt!"

No doubt that was Becca.

"Rosemarie."

And only one person my age called me by my full name. Alexander.

Him.

I smiled to myself eagerly, pulling my hair back in an elastic band, grabbing my rucksack, and running from my school dorm room, joining my two best friends and acquaintance in the common room.

Becca was my very very best friend. We had grown up, swearing never to come apart. Her hair was like smart material, only that smart material changed with heat – her hair changed with her mood. Today it was bubblegum pink, and she found a way of making the most girly colour edgy and dangerous.

Kelly was a safe girl. Her mousey brown hair was cut prettily, however she was cursed with a disproportioned face, her eyes too small and her nose too large. Her skin was tan, but not as tan as Becca's, and she could be annoying when she wanted. However, she was always a good shoulder to cry on, and she was for the most part, a lovely person. She was accounted in my best friends group – however, Becca always came out tops.

Then there was Alexander, the tall, impossibly beautiful prodigy of my father whom I had recently met and fell for in moments. His beautiful cool black eyes, and neat black hair, complete political genius, and all round ladies man had me taken without hesitation.

I was quite surprised he would come see me before lessons. He studied with my father, not at school. He only came when my father had a message for me.

"Rosie, whose this?" Kelly asked, her voice piercing my thoughts.

"Alexander. He's my Dad's student." I explained quickly, catching Becca's eye, who grinned.

"Oooh, that one who was on the news with him?" Becca raised an eyebrow. I smirked at her, and ushered them away. I said I'd meet them in Music – Becca was a wannabe guitarist, and Kelly (convinced she knew everything about music) a grade five clarinettist. I felt like saying 'I'm doing my grade 6 next month' but that would hurt her feelings.

"How can I help you Alexander?" I asked, politely, careful with my smile. I used the picture frame smile I used for the camera, careful and alluring. He cracked a fake smile and told me to sit. So we sat in the common room together, in silence. I was about to break it, when he began to speak.

"Mr Cooper wants me to offer you a proposition... that you don't have much choice in." He said coolly. I found that incredible about him, always so businesslike and professional. I edged him on. "We are to be wed. An arranged marriage." He said curtly, taking a small silver ring from his pocket and passing it to me nonchalantly."

I blinked.

"Pardon?"

"Mr Cooper has said we are to be wed, tie me to the family so I can properly take his place without any raised eyebrows. He is the ambassador you know. The Japanese wouldn't take it too kindly if someone outside the boundary took the place." He explained. "Your sister is too old, and, well, I'm not gay for your brother."

I laughed. He was human after all, a slight show of humour.

"I guess this makes us Fiancées then." I shrugged, trying to appear professional. I could scream for joy in music. He nodded.

"Indeed. I must return to the estate." He stood, and I stood with him. We briefly shook hands.

"Um, send father my love, the usual." I smiled again. He nodded, and departed without another word. I looked at the ring in my hand, and slid it onto my finger slowly, relishing in the moment.

...

"Wow..."

"So you're leaving the school?" Becca frowned. I nodded, not making eye contact.

"Yes, but I'll stay in touch! Skype my dear, SKYPE!"

She laughed. I always made her laugh, and vice versa.

"I won't need studies anyway. Mum said I'm going to do modelling forever and always..." I grinned. "And Alexander will have more income than I can imagine!" Becca nodded. I knew this was no consolation.

"I was wondering if you'd dye your hair a conventional colour... black or brown?" I smirked, tugging the now purple locks.

"Why?" she was suspicious.

"Well, purple might clash with the maid of honour gown."

-glomped-

It had been a week. I'd been withdrawn from school, and was spending my time planning the wedding, while Alexander studied. It was a good system. We'd occasionally chat, get to know each other. He surprised me, by saying he was glad it was me he was to marry. When I asked why, I got no answer, so I assumed he liked me like I liked him. Everything was perfect.

Time continued to pass. Becca and I remained close. Kelly became distant.

The two came to visit at some point.

Becca and I were talking and Kelly said she was just going to check her email on my laptop. She disappeared, and we soon followed – she didn't know the password after all.

I found her entwined with Alexander.

I kicked.

I screamed.

I cried.

He watched, with an impassive look on his face, arms around her. Kelly watched, a pang of guilt in her otherwise empty eyes. Becca, did what I had little courage to do, and slapped her, right across the face. She took it, silently. Then she looked at Alexander, I was long gone by then.

"Why... Why did you cheat?"

...

"I've... liked Kelly for a while." Alexander said slowly. "Rosemarie is my arranged fiancée. Nothing more. I don't feel that way."

...

"You bastard."

She left and came to find me. Kelly and Alexander continued.

"I refuse to marry him." I spat at my father, a now naked finger flung accusingly at him. My heart was heaving, breaking. I couldn't look at him.

"Why ever not? You seemed happy to yesterday." He didn't look up. He never looked up.

"He slept with Kelly." I ranted. Alexander shuffled on the spot, worried about his mentor's reaction.

"... Alexander, if what she says is true, then you cannot take my position. I will not have scandal about my family name."

"Sir, I assure you, she says this because she doesn't want an arranged marriage." He lied quickly. "She is lying."

There was silence.

"Dare you lie to me Rosemarie?"

"She does sir."

"No, Father I wouldn't! He slept with her!"

"I didn't sir."

"Rosemarie, the truth!"

"I tell you the truth! Father!"

"She lies!"

"Alexander! Father, please..."

"SILENCE!"

Slap.

Silence.

The pain in my cheek was unbearable. The final part of my heart crumbled.

"Alexander. You struck my daughter."

Silence.

"You... you hit me..."

Silence.

"She was hysterical sir. I apologise."

Silence.

"The engagement is terminated."

A new voice had joined. I looked up, to see Lilly hovering over me. Her tall, slender figure and her baby blue eyes, the white blonde hair.

Just like her mother.

I allowed her to sweep me up into her arms, my sister holding me closely.

"Surely father" she spat "you know how much arranged marriages hurt."

It was true. He too, had been part of an arranged marriage with my mother, while loving Lilly's mother. He had married his forced partner, and accidentally conceived Lilly. An Illegitimate child, whose mother died in childbirth, the only remaining life that his love had. My mother allowed him to publish it was her daughter, and in punishment for the betrayal, they were to have children of their own. Twins, Rosemarie and Patrick.

She was more family to me than anyone had ever been.

I cried into her shoulder.

"... Alexander. If this does not become public, you shall remain my heir. You shall not marry my daughter. Please leave."

He bowed, and left.

This time it's not tiny voices,
It's a chorus of noise,
We're surfing a sea of places,
Now, now, now, we're singing,
A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within,
We fly through the broken minor,
Woah woah woah we've come back down,

"Lilly. Please take Rose to her room. She is to pack. First thing tomorrow, we leave."

"... Where too father?"

"Japan. I can reside there without damaging my position. We shall release to the press it is because the demand for Japanese models has increased, and it fits well with her Mother's work."

"... But my scholarship..."

"Shall be sold. You may attend a Japanese University. I'm glad Rosemarie knows some Japanese already..."

"Father... I am not selling my scholarship, I am attending the school."

"This is not for debate."

When you've been let down,
It's a bitter end,
Everyone stands off, you know your lost again,
The lights are fading and we're still escaping,
The city and twilight that marks and fills the sky,

"No, it isn't."

"DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"Bear, don't be like this..."

"YOU PROMISED ME. WE'D NEVER BE APART."

Let's play the very first line,
It feels much better, and it's all in time,
It's coming together,
When the drums come in, the keys get louder,
Now I'm building a collison of chords,

"Bear..."

"Becca."

"..."

This time it's not tiny voices,
It's a chorus of noise,
We're surfing a sea of places,
Now, now, now we're singing,
A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within,
We fly through the broken minor,
Woah woah woah we've come back down,

"Get in the plane Rosemarie."

"Father, where is Lilly?"

"Who is Lilly?"

"My sister?"

"You've never had a sister."

"Father! No, you can't!"

Not the last time, I can't stay...
I can't stay away...
It's not the last time

"Rosemarie, we've arrived."

"Rosemarie, you're to attend Ouran Academy, and improve your Japanese."

"Rosemarie, here is your uniform."

"Rosemarie, there is a letter from a 'Lilly Jacobs' for you."

Let's play the very first line,
It feels much better,
And it's all in time, you know it's coming together,
When the chords start progressing,
We wait for the ending,

I snatched the letter from the maid's hands, swore them to secrecy and cried throughout reading it. I hid it away. I knew father would confiscate it.

Dear Rose.

I'm so sorry I didn't come. I had to take the scholarship, it's my dream. You would do it for a chance to sing professionally, right? I know you would. I know you understand. I know you. It's only six months long anyway.

'Father' disowned me. Signed the divorce papers and everything – I think he's thinking it's him finally signing off my mother forever. It's a shame, from what I picked up, they were in love like nothing else.

It doesn't matter now. Just know that if I ever get the chance, I'll come get you – I'll make a name as an artist, get money coming in, then I'll get you, and you and I can live together, and we'll be happy, right? All will be well. I'll make sure of it.

Don't come find me yet – Mr Cooper will get suspicious. Don't worry. I'll be fine.

I'll find you.

I love you.

Your big sister – Lilly.

(woah oh, woah oh...)
A fanfare of sound, pulled out from within,
We fly through the broken minor,
Woh, woh, woh, we've come back down.

At her first day of school I felt ill. I felt nauseous. The world seemed black.

I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I felt nothing. I was floating.

And when I woke...

I saw you.

DONE.

YES.

I struggled with that. I hate writing in 1st person.

Anyway, done. Tada? :D Not my best. Review please?

(The song was Broken Minor by Elliot Minor – love that song :D and it seemed to fit.)

Peace and love