A.N. I wrote this months ago, only it wouldn't load on till now so here it is.
Disclaimer: me no own Ouran High School Host Club or it's characters.
Unknown Romance
His black eyes could pull you out of this world and deep into a dark abyss of amazement. He could look at you and make the world seem right. You'd forget all about money, power, chores to be done, homework to be completed, classes to be attended, customers to pay attention to.
None of it existed when Haruhi Fujimia met the eyes of Kyouya Ootori.
She knew she was in love. And she knew she was falling deeper and deeper in love with every breath. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Couldn't stop longing for him. Even the way he'd constantly take notes on that clipboard of his was a graceful and beautiful movement that she adored.
Every day she looked at him, she wondered. What would have happened if that night at the resort wasn't just a fallow up for Tamaki? What if Kyouya had really planned to sleep with her that night? What if he had actually wanted her?
And she had thrown it all away with her smart words.
His eyes had been so passionate, boring into hers. She had held her breath as he leaned over her, his body hard above hers. She had prayed silently that he wouldn't get up, that he'd kiss her with all the passion she'd dreamed about.
But he'd gotten up. He'd walked away.
Kyouya Ootori could never love Haruhi Fugioka. He was too cool and collected, Too rich and powerful, to ever need the love of commoner Haruhi Fujioka.
Her dark brown eyes radiated with her every emotion. Caring shone through to every person she met. Looking at her brought a warm refreshing feeling to his heart, a feeling that no amount of money could ever buy. Her smile was enchanting and covered everything with its radiance.
Life seemed simple when Kyouya Ootori looked at the beauty of Haruhi Fujioka.
He had fallen hard and fast for her. Was still falling with every innocent smile she gave. He longed to feel her touch. Dreamt of holding her in his arms. He couldn't understand why he needed her, he just knew that without her he'd never be the same.
He should have kissed her that night. He should have damned his friendship with Suou Tamaki and showed her his love with all he was worth.
But he had been afraid.
She had looked so beautiful lying there. Her eyes were alight with fright and a fierceness she had always shown. Every fiber of his being had screamed at him to taste her soft lips. He had shuddered with his own damn restraint.
He'd managed. And he stood up and left the room, changing nothing.
Kyouya Ootori wasn't good enough for Haruhi Fujioka. She was soft, caring, sweet, and enjoyed the simple things in life. He was surrounded by money and had society watching his every move. He would never be able to give her the love she deserved, so Kyouya Ootori would continue to watch the love of his life, Haruhi Fujioka, live her life from the sidelines.