Honey- POV
I sat at the restaurant waiting for Haruhi to show up. I look down and notice that my hands are clenched. Sighing I try to calm myself down. You can do this. It's not that hard. Just breathe. She won't say no. I look up at the sound of heels clicking on the floor. With a small smile I get up and pull out the chair for her.
"Thank you!" Haruhi smiles brightly.
"No problem." I move back to my side and sit down. "How were classes today?"
A pained look crosses her face. "Ugh. Fine, was hoping that we would have a Christmas break free of projects. That's not happening. So far I've gotten 4 and I doubt that will be the end of it." Running her hands through her hair she laughs, "enough about school. How are you doing?"
Just as I was about to answer her, a waitress came up to take our order.
"Hello! My name is Kelly and I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you any drinks?"
Haruhi looks at me and says "I'm actually ready to order if you are."
I nod and look towards Kelly. "That okay?"
"Goodness yes! What will you be having?" She pulls out a pen and paper.
"I'll have the chicken parm please, with just water to drink." Haruhi picks up her menu to hand to Kelly.
"Good choice! And you sir?" she turns to me.
"I'll have the full rack of side ribs with your specialty rub and a medium pulled pork poutine. To drink I'll have a strawberry milkshake and a water." I watch as her smile brightens at my order.
"I absolutely adore the pulled pork poutine here. Have you ever had it before?"
"No, I've only heard great things about it thought."
"Well I hope you enjoy it! I'll be back shortly with your dinks!" She moved to the kitchen to place our orders.
"So how are you?"
I run my hand through my hair. "Fine, been very busy with my new classes."
"Right! You just started an advanced self defence class for women! How is that going?"
"Great. I hate that I have to have these types of classes, women shouldn't need to take self defense classes to feel safe."
She smiled sadly. "Yeah, it says a lot about our society doesn't it?"
I smile at her, "Enough of this topic. Hows Kyoya?"
Her smile brightens. "Great! I finally moved the last couple box's out of the old apartment this morning. I can't believe I'm actually moving in with him, I mean. The difference between this relationship and my last are so vast. Tamaki probably never even thought to get me to move in with him and we had been together for years. It's only been a little over a year and I'm already moving in with Kyoya."
"Every relationship is different. You're a different set of personalities. Nothing will be quite the same with each person. Some people take years to know they want to be with someone forever, others it takes only a minute." I smile as the waitress sets our drinks on the table. "I mean, I knew I wanted to be with Ryoji for the rest of my life a month in." I look up at the sound of a glass hitting a table. Haruhi's cheeks were flushed.
"Really?"
"Really what?"
"You want to be with dad forever?"
I blush. I guess this is as good as any time to ask. "Yeah." I glance away and notice our food coming. I move my glass aside and pick up my utensils so they aren't in the way.
"One chicken parm," she sets it infront of Haruhi. "Full rack and pulled poutine. Can I get you anything else?"
"No thank you." Haruhi replies, still looking at me in awe.
I wait until the waitress walks away and Haruhi takes a bite of her food. "That's kinda why I asked you to eat with me today."
She gives me a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"I… I…" I take a deep breath closing my eyes, and rub my hands together on my lap. Slowly exhaling I make eye contact with Haruhi. "I was wondering if you would give me permission to ask your father to marry me."
Tears instantly began to form in her eyes. She gets up and moves to my side of the table and hugs me. "Yes! Oh my god yes!"
I hug her back, laughing. "Why are you crying?"
She pulls away wiping her eyes. "Because I don't think my dad could have found a better partner in the entire world. That's why." She moves back to her chair. "I mean, what guy would ask the daughter for permission to ask? I feel like that only happens in movies."
I smile. "Well, I know how much you love your father and vice versa. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking him from you."
"Mitsukuni, I'm an adult. You can't take my father from me." She looks thoughtful for a second. "No, wait. Please, PLEASE take him some more. That man tries to get into my life to much. I could use a break from him."
I laugh. "I can't make any promises. I have no idea if he will even say yes."
She scoffs. "If you think the answer will be anything apart from a yes your delusional. That man loves you to the moon and back, I would feel jealous if I didn't love you as much." She winks.
"Haha."
"We do need to talk about rules though."
"Rules?" I look at her confused.
"Yes. Rules. You have absolutely NO permission to call me your daughter."
I laugh. "And why not?"
"Because, you are one of my best friends. Plus, it's just weird. You're only a couple of years older than me, I would feel completely weirded out."
I smile shaking my head. "Fine, anything else?"
"Yes, if we have a 'girls' night" she air quotes the word girls. "You are not aloud to turn around and tell dad everything."
"You have so little faith in me to keep secrets for you?" I chuckle.
"No, I don't trust dad. Last but not least. You will still be my friend no matter what happens. I love you beyond the world and would miss our friendship if you decided it would be too weird to hang out with your husband's daughter."
I blush at the word husband. "Haruhi, I wouldn't want to give up our friendship for all the money in the world. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have even met Ryoji."
"That's right! And don't forget it!"
We both laugh and finish our meals. I secretly tell the waitress it will only be one bill and pay while Haruhi makes a trip to the restroom. As we get ready to part she pulls me into a hug.
"Good luck. I know he will say yes." She kisses my cheek and walks away before I can say anything to her.
"I sure hope so." I whisper under my breath as I make my way home to plan out my proposal.