You Should Have Lied

Tamaki stood apprehensively before Music Room 3. Sounds of laugher and chatter resounded throughout the darkened hallway. Countless times he had raised his hand to open the door and countless times he had lowered it shamefully. Why wouldn't he be ashamed? Lowering his head, he willed himself to focus on tonight and only tonight. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and strolled in like the dramatic king he was.

"Hello my children and my beautiful Haruhi!" he sang. "Did you save me a slice of cake? I'm terribly sorry I'm late, - Haruhi! Oh you look so beautiful!"

Haruhi turned from her conversation with Kasanoda. She wore a smart blue dress her yellow graduation gown was unzipped, she wore black flats and her hair, now down to her shoulders, had been curled a bit so it fell like waves. She clutched her cap in her hands and flung it towards the blond playfully. "Where have you been? We've been waiting for you!" she chided with a smile.

"Yeah Boss," Hikaru commented, sliding his arm across the older boy's shoulders. "Didn't you want to be with us on our special day?"

"You're so mean," Kaoru teased. "Haruhi nearly got mobbed by all the guys since you weren't there."

"What?! Who dared to touch my love?"

"Moving on, don't you have something to say?" Kyoya asked from behind his laptop.

"Yeah Tama-chan, you're so rude!" Honey giggled around a mouthful of cake.

Mori 'hmmed'.

Tamaki appeared confused for a moment, but then the flashbulb flickered and he "ohhhhhed".

"CONGRADULATIONS MY BEAUTIFUL HARUHI, MY TWO SONS, HIKARU AND KAORU, DADDY IS SOOO PROUD!" he shouted with as much enthusiasm he could muster.

Haruhi smiled, happiness radiating off of her in waves. Walking up to him she handed him a slice of cake and kissed his cheek, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Thank you, Tamaki."

Kyoya narrowed his eyes as his friend didn't scream and hug Haruhi immediately as he normally would have. Instead, his eyebrows scrunched up together, creating worry lines on his forehead. His eyes lowered to the ground and he moved uncomfortably, almost as if he were trying very hard not to reveal anything. Of course, though, this all happened in a couple of seconds and after those uncomfortable seconds, Tamaki hurriedly rushed to embrace his girlfriend and to squeal at how cute she had looked just now.

Something was amiss.

"Ah! You guys are giving me a headache!" Haruhi complained after another round of 'Truth or Dare'.

"Awwww, Haruhiiiiii…" Hikaru hiccupped. "Maybe we wouldn't be so loud if you had gone through with your dare!"

"Yeah," Kaoru slurred with a smirk. "Why don't you put on that bathing suit?"

Tamaki slapped them both, "Mommy! Get these little devils away from my Haruhi!"

"Actually, I think it's time we turned in for the night, don't you think?" Haruhi asked her boyfriend.

"Yes, Haruhi is right," Kyoya replied looking down at his wrist watch. "I have a meeting tomorrow at twelve. And I intend to sleep until ten."

Tamaki rolled his eyes dramatically and pulled out his cell phone to call the clubs chauffeurs to the front of the school. "You guys are no fun," he pouted.

"You know, I am surprised that you're not drunk yet," Haruhi stated bluntly.

His face fell.

"Yes, very," Kyoya agreed.

His face went red. "What's that supposed to mean?" he whined. "See this is why I was late, you guys always pick on me."

Haruhi laughed and he almost flinched. "Yeah right, you're such a big baby."

He huffed. "Whatever…"

The trio looked over to where the rest of the group was trying to walk, or rather stumble, without breaking a leg. "I better make sure they don't kill themselves," Haruhi grumbled. "I'll see you in the car, Tamaki. Good-bye Kyoya."

When the door closed, Kyoya rounded on his friend. "What's going on?" he murmured.

"Eh? What do you mean?" the blond asked, opting to look at Kyoya's nose instead of his eyes.

"Cut the crap. I've known you longer than that; something's on your mind, say it before I leave."

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I've done something… wrong," he started.

"And…?"

"And… it happened when I was at grandmothers."

"What happened? She didn't trick you into taking that job opening in France, did she?"

"No… ano, someone was there?" he offered.

"Tamaki, quit it, I'm getting annoyed. What happened?"

Tamaki sat down on a nearby table and put his face in his hands. "Éclair was there," he managed in a barely audible whisper.

Kyoya's eyebrows scrunched together as a thought graced and quickly fled across his mind. He shook his head at how ridiculous he was being.

"Éclair and I, ano… well," Tamaki looked up at Kyoya, as if asking for forgiveness. "We slept together," he whispered.

Kyoya could count the number of times Tamaki had ever shocked him on one hand, (not counting his thumb) and he could definitely say that this was one of them.

"We slept together," he heard Tamaki say.

His gray eyes widened, "W-what?"

"Please Kyoya," he pleaded. "Don't tell Haruhi."

Anger swelled in his chest. Moron! Who the hell did he think he was? "Damn it, Tamaki, of course you have to tell her!"

"I know, I know, but I want to tell her, so don't say anything?"

"Idiot! Well, when do you plan on telling her?" he demanded.

"I don't know… I just don't want it to be tonight. Haruhi is so happy right now… I would hate to be the reason she would look back on this night as a bad memory," he explained.

Kyoya sighed. Tamaki had a knack for getting himself into trouble time and time again. "Why didn't you tell her right after it happened?"

"Because, I-I just couldn't… I feel so guilty I want to tell her to just get it off my chest, but I can't bring myself to do it. And that's not just it… I mean, ano, well… you see, I mean, Éclair wasn't my first or anything, I mean, um, Haruhi and I, well, we've also gotten intimate and I can't get intimate with her again, it's like a disease!"

Kyoya rolled his eyes at Tamaki's stupidity. "You tell her soon," he threatened, "Or I will. She doesn't deserve this kind of treatment… I will say… I am very disappointed."

Tamaki watched as Kyoya left and flinched when the door slammed shut. "Why couldn't I lie?" he whispered to the dark room.

Haruhi's eyes opened as the car made another lurch. "Stupid speed bumps," she mumbled.

Tamaki smiled softly at her remark, his hand tingling from the caresses of hers, and he had to wonder: why had he done it?

She leaned her cheek onto his arm and yawned. "God I'm tired," she moaned.

He chuckled, "We're almost there," he chided, nudging her head a bit to wake her up.

She adjusted her head so that instead of her cheek, her chin rested on his arm, her large brown eyes peeking up at him mischievously. "Maybe I'm not that tired," she murmured.

His cheeks reddened and he darted his eyes. Sometimes, even with their three years of being together, her teasing took him by surprise. "O-oh really?" he asked.

"Hm-m," she nodded. "My dad's not home, do you want to come up?"

He lifted an eyebrow. Usually she wasn't this bold. She laughed and he wondered if she was tipsy, but she hadn't drunken anything. "Come on Tamaki, let's enjoy tonight! I'm so happy, you have no idea how many sighs of relief I've released."

His heart lurched, and the guilty knot in his chest tightened. "Your dad?" he tried weakly.

She shook her head. "He's not home, since I told him I'd be with you guys. After the ceremony he blubbered and cried, but then he told me he was going out for a drink 'to seek closure'." She looked up at him beneath her eyelashes, "I don't want to be alone tonight," she begged jokingly.

He smiled and nodded, ruffling her hair and stepping out of the car when it stopped. He missed the quirk of his girlfriend's head as she looked at him curiously. Usually, he was thrilled to be invited up. And usually, he wouldn't have hesitated. Why had he? Maybe she was dense at times, but she was very observant, and she had noticed how he had almost cringed at the mention of an invitation, but then again, she wasn't, no correction, she was never this bold.

After they both showered, they headed to her bedroom and shut off the lights.

Tamaki sighed deeply and started towards the bed he had shared with Haruhi multiple times before. What made it different this time?

The fact that you're guilty… your betrayal… a small voice whispered in his head. Shaking himself out his reverie, he took a deep breath and climbed in, feeling very stiff while doing so.

"Tamaki…" he heard her say. "What's wrong?"

He looked at her, or where he thought she was, in panic. "N-nothing," he stuttered.

He felt the bed shift and stiffened as her slender arms wrapped around his torso, her head snug in the crook of his neck. "Idiot," she scoffed. "Don't think I'm so insensitive… what's happened? You're acting as if this is the first time you climb into my bed."

He clenched his jaw as he felt soft, butterfly kisses, fly across his neck, but relaxed just a bit as her nimble fingers moved from his ribcage to his shoulder blades, as if trying to take the stress off his shoulders and transfer them into her fingertips. He realized, though, that this would probably be the last time he could be intimate with her. He didn't know what would happen after she found out.

Bending his head he kissed her jaw and moved quickly to the corner of her mouth, then moved so that he laid on top of her, pecking her lips lightly then deepening the kisses after a couple of moments. She gasped as he moved his fingers under her nightgown and up to her stomach and spine.

It seemed too surreal, though.

When he closed his eyes and even when they were open, due to the darkness, he didn't see Haruhi beneath him. He shook his head and struggled to focus, the shame weighing more and more heavily on his mind than ever. He tugged at her hair reminding his mind that the girl beneath him had wavy, medium length, brown hair, not long and wavy, red hair. He struggled to look into her eyes and remember that she had beautiful, warm, chocolate colored eyes, not icy blue ones. Her fingers moved to undue his pajama top buttons and he groaned at the realization that that too was familiar. In a brief flash back he remembered how she had undone his buttons with almost professional accuracy, her eyes roaming his chest then back at him seductively.

He broke the kiss and moved to embrace her, her night gown had been discarded long ago and he was able to hold her flushed skin against his. "Stop," he whispered. "I-I can't…"

He felt her tense and looked down to see the confusion play across her face. Dim moonlight flooded the room and he looked away, afraid for the reactions she would be able to see on his face and in his eyes.

"Tamaki?" she breathed, her hand cupping his cheek.

He clutched her hand at his cheek and the other against his chest. He squeezed his eyes and hung his head at the shame of what he was going to say.

"Haruhi, I need to t-tell you something," he struggled to say.

"Hm? Of course, what's wrong?" she asked in concern.

He looked up at her with pleading eyes, and suddenly she felt a weight drop in her stomach, as if she knew she was about to hear something she should've never heard.

She felt scared.

"H-Haruhi… I-I've… I haven't been honest, I made a severe mistake," he started, and stared at her to see her reaction. She showed none except for apprehension.

"I've been un-unfaithful," he blurted.

Her head jerked up, her eyes widened and with a sharp intake of breath she snatched her hands away from his grip. "W-what?" she asked incredulously.

"Haruhi," he said in panic, reaching out to grab her shoulders, "It just happened, I'm sorry! It never meant anything at all!"

She pulled away from him, grabbing her nightgown and slipping it on, missing the hurt expression that fled across his face. "Wh-why are you telling me this?" she asked calmly.

He looked up at her standing from his sitting position on the bed, "Huh?"

She turned to look at him, her eyes full and questioning. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked again.

His eyes darted and his hands went to clutch the bed sheets. "I-I knew that you deserved to know," he told her.

She shook her head and he saw the glistening of a tear roll down her cheek. "No, no that's not it," she said in a hoarse whisper.

He looked up at her, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"You told me because you felt guilty…"

His eyes widened.

"You told me because it was eating you up on the inside and you couldn't stand being the only one that knew. You couldn't stand the secret that you couldn't share with me."

He flinched at her last word as he suddenly realized that she was right.

"But why did you tell me?"

Hadn't she just answered that question?

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"What did you expect for me to say?"

He blinked. He hadn't really imagined what she might say.

"Did you think I would forgive you?"

He fell back as if he'd been slapped.

"Did you think about how I would feel?" her voice trembled now.

Her eyes widened at the realization of his behavior towards hers in the car. "Was I not enough?" she whispered.

"No, no that's not it!" he said in exclamation and standing up at the accusation. "That's not it at all! I it didn't mean ANYTHING I promise you!"

"You promised me a lot," she pointed out.

Her gasped as she expressed her mistrust. "Haruhi, you mean more to me than anyone ever could!" He moved towards her, but she took a step back. "Haruhi… please!" he pleaded.

She covered her face with her hands. "I thought you loved me," she whispered more to herself than to him.

His eyes widened and he went to embrace her, but she struggled out of his grasp. "I do, I do," he said desperately.

She wiped her tears stubbornly. "I need to be alone for a while," she said. "Maybe we should take a break," she suggested.

"Bu-"

"Please leave senpai," she said coldly and he cringed at the formal address.

He understood, though, because really, what had he expected? He picked up his discarded clothes and absently wondered when would be the next time he was allowed into her house, let alone her room. She walked him to the door without looking at him.

"H-Haru-" he tried.

She cut him off with a sharp look and he looked down shamefully.

"Tamaki," he looked up at her. "You should have lied," she shut the door.

A/N: Hello, everyone! Okai, as you just saw, Tamaki has made a grave and very, very stupid mistake. This story has three chapters, three parts, but I can't go on because...

I have a question for my audience:

Should Haruhi take Tamaki back or should she choose his best friend, the man who always gave her comfort where Tamaki never could? (A.K.A. Kyoya T_T). Please think about it and either send me your reviews or send me a PM.

Thanks so much! Arigotou!

~Indie