Hi! This is my first Ouran fic. I LOVE HIKARU!! I hope you like it.

I don't own anything in this fic apart from the storyline. The characters belong to Bisco Hatori! And I'm so glad they do because otherwise they wouldn't be here!! Yay!

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Haruhi rushed back to the club room. She had forgotten her notebook, and there was due to be a big test on the subject tomorrow! She reached the door, breathless from the unusual exercise. She loosened her tie slightly, and pushed open the door. The lights were still on.

"Honestly! These people have no sense of economising. Don't they know just how much money is spent on lighting huge rooms like this, especially when no-one is using them!"

Haruhi looked around the room. It was definitely empty. But where had she left her notebook?

Piles of stuff sat everywhere. Kyoya was on a business trip with his father and his brothers, and so the organisation was left to Haruhi, who still had some of her debt to pay.

But Kyoya wasn't due back for another couple of days, so Haruhi could just tidy up tomorrow when she didn't have to think about the test.

She heard a noise.

Startled, she jerked her malcoordinated body around, and spotted the source. Somebody (no doubt, Tamaki) had left one of the piles unbalanced, and the clothes for tomorrow's Host Club had slid down the pile, to the floor.

"I'm never going to find it in this mess." Haruhi sighed. But it was necessary to find it, so she carried on looking.

Another noise.

"I wish Tamaki wasn't such an idiot, so he could actually pile things correctly!" Haruhi looked towards the sound of the noise. It wasn't a pile of rubbish, it was Hikaru.

Her heart leaped into her throat, and she squealed. "Kami-sama! Hikaru you scared the crap out of me! Why didn't you say hello or anything??" From her kneeling position, she was now sprawled across the floor from shock.

"I'm sorry Haruhi! I didn't mean to frighten you, I just came to pick something up!" Hikaru rushed over to Haruhi's side, and helped her up. "I should have said something before."

"I'll bet you were trying to scare me. What were you looking for, huh?" Haruhi looked up into Hikaru's face as he took her by the hand. He held tightly and pulled her to her feet, but ended up lifting her off the floor, unbalancing and falling down in a heap on the floor.

"I forget how light you are, Haruhi!" He laughed and smiled at her. Haruhi's heart skipped again, not from fright but from… something else.

"Where's Kaoru?"

"Oh, he went home without me, I didn't know how long it would take me to find what I was looking for in this dump!" He laughed again, although it was a little different.

Haruhi noticed how close they were sitting. She caught a tendril of scent from his neck, something unmistakeably expensive. It was… it gave her butterflies, for no apparent reason.

She tried to get up. But their limbs seemed to be tangled up. She put her hand on his chest to try and lift herself off him. It was muscular, far more so than she had imagined. All of a sudden she was breathless again, as though she had run a mile. Blood rushed to her cheeks. 'Why does this happen to me??' she mentally scolded herself for being such a girl and blushing about touching Hikaru's chest.

She couldn't resist looking at his face. His eyes… What colour were they? Not brown… More of an amber, or even Topaz. She blushed even harder, if it was possible, and looked away, renewing her struggle to stand up.

"Something the matter?" He asked, grinning evilly.

"No! I mean yes… I mean… I can't get up." Haruhi blurted.

"Is there a particular rush?" Their eyes met again, his looked different than usual… More intense?

"I have to study… I came here looking for my notebook and I can't find it."

They were sitting up now, their legs still inexplicably tangled up.

"Your notebook? You mean this one?" Hikaru grinned even wider, and brought out Haruhi's notebook from his pocket.

"Yes I mean that one! Give it back!" She launched herself at him, trying to grab her precious notes, but before she knew what was happening, Hikaru had grabbed her sides and somehow flipped her around so that she was facing the other way, with her back to him.

"Eh? What just happened? Hikaru!!" She struggled against him, while he pinned her with his legs and one of his arms. "What are you doing??" She was now the colour of beetroot, very aware of how close they were.

Hikaru didn't say a word, he wasn't even laughing now. Just holding her tight so she couldn't get at her notebook, or get away. Haruhi felt his breath on her neck. She thought her heart was going to explode from the nearness of him.

Silently he lowered his lips to her neck, softly kissing her smooth skin, lips light as a feather.

Haruhi thought she was going to melt.

"Hikaru…"

He stopped.

"You don't like this?" He sounded worried suddenly.

"No, I do… don't stop."

He obliged.

Haruhi felt him gradually releasing his hold on her, as she relaxed into the moment. She could feel his soft lips, his warm breath, his slight stubble on his top lip brushing her skin. It felt like electricity running through her veins. He kissed her up her neck, along her jaw, to the tip of her ear… Did he just nibble? She didn't care, it felt so good.

He stopped again, gently moving his body so that they were facing each other again. What was it that Haruhi could see in his eyes? It was so intense.

His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers running through her short hair. His other hand brushed her chin with his fingers, from her mouth along the jawline, and stopped behind her ear.

He was looking right into her eyes. "Haruhi I'm in love with you. I don't know when I realised, but I can't go on not knowing how you feel about me in return." The topaz colour seemed to be rippling with his emotion.

"Hikaru… I think I love you too. I've never felt like this before so it's so new. I'm so confused."

"About Tamaki?"

"No. Not Tamaki. He's too much of an idiot for me to even consider." Haruhi smiled and laughed a little.

Hikaru smiled. "I'm glad."

Without another word, he closed the short gap between their faces, and kissed Haruhi. She responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him even closer to her, if it was possible. She had never felt like this before, so close to someone… so much love for someone.

He expertly deepened the kiss, softly sliding his tongue between her lips, hungrily kissing her as though it would never happen again.

He smiled through the kiss, Haruhi could feel it. He had ignited something in her and he knew it.

Arrogant sod.

A noise brought them to an abrupt and unwelcome stop. They separated, still in each other's arms, and looked towards the source. It was Kaoru.

Hikaru didn't seem to know what to do with himself. For that matter, neither did Haruhi.

Kaoru cleared his throat for what appeared to be the second time, and grinned. He looked down at the pair on the floor with laughter in his eyes.

"If you would care to untangle yourselves, I believe Tamaki is coming back to the clubroom for a forgotten item… Would you like him to see you like that?"

In a flash, the moment was gone and Hikaru and Haruhi launched themselves onto their feet, clearing about ten feet between them. Haruhi, being weak at the knees, ended up on the floor again, luckily next to her notebook which Hikaru appeared to have carelessly tossed away before… kissing her. Haruhi touched her ears. No, it was alright, they weren't actually on fire.

She picked up her notebook and flipped it open. There was a letter, in Hikaru's handwriting. Haruhi's heart skipped a beat for what seemed like the millionth time. But she could save it for later.

Haruhi looked towards Hikaru. He was looking back at her. Everything had changed between them, and she didn't know where it was going to go. All that she knew was that she was unmistakeably and irrevocably in love with him.

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Thanks for reading! Please review if you wouldn't mind!

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