Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori, bless her. The feeble attempts at capturing Mori & Haruhi's character in this story, however, belong to meeee...
Author's
Note: I have stolen this pairing for my own on the livejournal
community 50lovequotes. I will most likely be posting all of them here
after this one, so please enjoy and feel free to abuse ahem um...
review them at your leisure. Thank you!
This particular story is the
first quote, "I would go anywhere to get to you, so why is it that all
you have to do is smile to get to me?"
Morinozuka Takashi was running through the halls. Boys dodged out of his way while girls swooned. Mori was even dreamier than usual when he ran... he looked determined to get to something. "Hani-sempai, probably," one girl remarked. Mori ran past, unaffected. The truth was, he wasn't hurrying to get to Mitsukuni. He was looking for something.
It wasn't in the third music room.
It wasn't in 1-A's classroom.
It wasn't in any of the libraries.
"Mori-sempai!" Takashi stopped so quickly that he almost tripped over himself. He hopped quickly back to the open door of the second medical center. "Did you come to find me? I cut myself rather badly in cooking class, I'm afraid... Is Kyoya-sempai angry with me?" She was preoccupied with the medical attendant wrapping her hand and didn't manage to catch the look of anguish and horrified worry that crossed Mori's face. She thanked the medical attendant, stood, and seeing him staring at her, smiled to show that everything was okay.
"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly.
"It did at first, but I was able to get some pain reliever." He rested his hand on top of her head as they walked toward the music room.
"Good."
I would go anywhere to get to you, so why is it that all you have to do is smile to get to me?
