Haruhi awoke to nothing in particular. It was that sweet kind of awakening one gets without the aid of an alarm clock or disruption of another kind after sleeping in to their heart's content. It was rare for her and she felt the uncommon feeling of laziness wash over her as she just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't particularly interesting but when faced with it or the effort to get out of bed, somehow the pristine white of the ceiling mesmerized the female. Luckily, it was a weekend so there was none of the usual panic that filled her apartment building. There was no one pounding on her door, shouting some already known warning that she was late for yet another day of school, no one demanding that she hurry. Just silence…something that the female still wasn't used to.

It had only been a couple of months since she had come to America to study abroad and, no matter how many times she told herself that, it still felt like ages, even after she had settled into her apartment; Which was nothing special just a simple place with few furnishings, she figured anything but the essentials would just be wasted space and more for her to manage between school and work, but it was comfortable. She supposed she was still getting used to living alone, though she failed to see how it was much different from living with her dad who always seemed to be working. Still...She couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing...

"Haruhi!"

...Well, that thing wasn't Tamaki, that's for sure.

The female didn't bother to move as she heard the blonde letting himself in (if she had really cared she wouldn't have given him her spare key). She sighed, realizing her train of thought had just veered off the tracks, crashed and then burned against Tamaki's appearance. Oh well...The female figured it was for the best. She was thinking too much for a weekend anyway.

"What are you still doing in bed, silly?" Tamaki eyed her curiously as he stepped in her room before strolling over to her window and pulling open her curtains, letting the sunlight explode into the room and making Haruhi retreat under her blankets faster than the light had come in. "It's a beautiful day outside! We should be out there enjoying this-Haruhi?" The blonde looked at the lump the female had transformed into and blinked. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Haruhi's response was muffled in the folds of her blanket and she reemerged as she repeated herself. "Nothing's wrong."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Easily convinced, Tamaki rushed over, grabbed Haruhi's hands and pulled her to her feet, nearly making her fall flat on her face in his haste. "Hurry up and get ready! Everyone's waiting for us!"

Oh, that's right. Haruhi didn't know how it had slipped her mind. They had planned to meet Kyoya and the twins for lunch today. Tamaki had been blabbering about it all week, even if Haruhi figured it wasn't that big a deal. After all, like Tamaki, they all shared the same apartment building with her so they saw each other constantly, though most of the time Haruhi was at work or studying.

Now, that was one thing that was different. When the Host club had disbanded and the majority of it moved abroad to America, Haruhi found out for the first time how much of her spare time had formerly been eaten up by the club and found herself wondering how she had ever found time to do anything else. Nowadays, she hardly knew what to do with all the extra time on her hands (one of the two majour reasons she had gotten a job in the first place). Whatmore, she found that she missed the day-to-day chaos that had come with the club despite the fact most of the members had come with her. It just wasn't the same and she couldn't explain it.

Inwardly, Haruhi shook her head. She was thinking too much about it, the answer was simple. They had grown-up, that was all. No matter how impossible it seemed she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, it had to happen eventually, even to someone like Tamaki.

And that was what she was afraid of...

"You're not hurrying!" Said blonde whined, snapping the brunette out of her thoughts for a second time and back to the matter at hand.

"Alright, I'm going." Haruhi said automatically as she started towards the bathroom. Behind her she heard Tamaki open the closet and the shuffling of hangers and shook her head, trying to remember the last time she had actually picked out an outfit herself. She didn't really mind anymore though, it had taken awhile and several refusals but she had finally pounded it into the former club king's head that she dressed for comfort not style, though she had been known to slip during special occasions.

Figuring it was already too late to do much but the basics and her hair (if she spent much longer than that she knew she'd be getting some kind of remark from the twins for being late), Haruhi began her morning ritual and settled for just making her hair look decent, making sure to pin her bangs to the side so she could see straight while making a mental note to cut the extra quarter inch that had grown since moving. Going back into the room, she saw Tamaki finished raiding her closet and had taken to waiting outside. He had done it more out of respect than anything else, she knew. Was that normal in a teenaged relationship? Sure, respect was important in any relation but she had figured it was more essential to business partners rather than a boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Quit it." She scolded herself. "You're thinking about it too much." That said she finished getting ready and went out to meet Tamaki.

"You look adorable!" Tamaki cooed, but as the picker of her current autumn attire Haruhi already guessed he thought it was cute. It was too, she had to admit. A faded pink winter jacket that almost reached her knees, a matching white scarf and her favourite pair of black pants more than passed her qualifications for comfortable. "I hope you don't mind, but I thought we could enjoy this beautiful day and take in the beauty of nature to the fullest if we were to walk to the restaurant instead!" Tamaki added, eccentrically.

"Fine by me," Haruhi said with no particular tone, she had already been expecting as much from the blonde and, in all truth, would have suggested they walk anyway. It was far too nice of a day to be cooped up in a vehicle, fancy or not. Besides, maybe walking would take her mind off of things.

They had been walking in a comfortable silence for all of three minutes before Tamaki asked once again, but with a more noticeable tone of concern this time, "Is something wrong?"

Well, so much for taking her mind off…

Reluctantly, the female nodded. While she didn't feel any need to make Tamaki worried she knew trying to hide her budding concern was useless. The blonde may act like an idiot, but there was a strong sense of maturity buried under all that, this Haruhi knew better than anyone. "Something just doesn't feel right…" she began, wishing she could give a better explanation but, for all that honour student in her, found she couldn't. Eventually she came up with, "It's just…boring." Okay, that wasn't much better but it was all she had. "I guess, it must be the move and I'm not completely settled in yet. I'm sure I'll get over it." She added as a last attempt to make this sound effortless.

Tamaki was uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes before turning his ever-so-wise gaze to the female with a boastful grin. "I'll bet it's just because you're stressed. We barely set foot in this country before you decided to run off and find a job to juggle on top of school." The blonde shook his head, wagging a playful finger at Haruhi. "You just need a day off, a day to relax, a day to—"

"I get it." Haruhi cut in, seeing where his enthusiasm would soon take him. It was too early for him to start recited monologues at her. "But I don't need it," she stated, and then allowed the barest hint of a smile grace her lips. "Besides, just sitting around and talking to my friends will help, I'm sure." She said this matter-of-factly, more by force than intendancy but Tamaki still picked up on the anticipation in the female's voice.

If you say so," he replied in the same tones, flashing her one of his trademark smiles that he knew she couldn't help but smile back to.

For the first time that day, Haruhi felt a swelling sense of delight inside her. No matter what the problem, if anything, no one could make her feel more at ease that Tamaki.

But how much longer will this last?

And there is the first chapter for my new Ouran fic :D Short, just like all my other first chapters but you get the point...right? ._. if you read, please review. Only takes a minute ;)