AN: So this is my first Ouran fanfic! I'm going to apologize right now for not knowing Arai's last name. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. So I'm making his last name Shitsuren, but if you happen to know Arai's real last name please send it to me via message or put it in a review and I will gladly change it. Thank you so much and please enjoy the fanfic! I dedicate "" to my sister who has listened to her good share of my Ouran rants.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters (this is for the entire story)
Chapter 1: After the Fact (part 1)
Wow, America sure was different then Japan. Everything was strange from the buildings to the people, right down to the language. Haruhi knew that there were going to struggles with moving to a new country, but some things were defiantly going to be harder then others. For one…what would she spend her free time doing now that there was no longer a host club?
"Haruhi, is that you?"
Haruhi Fujioka turned around at the call of her name. That voice had sounded so familiar compared to all of change. It couldn't be…
"Haruhi it is you. What are you doing in America?"
Haruhi couldn't believe that she was standing in Rhode Island, a tiny insignificant state in America, and was talking to Arai. The same Arai who she had gone to middle school with, and had accidentally turned down because of a misunderstanding. This was the exact same Arai that she had seen just last summer. It was almost impossible to think that what was happening was real.
"Arai…what, what are you doing here?" Haruhi could barely speak she was still so shocked. How was it possible? It wasn't possible. There was just no way that Arai was standing next to her on a sidewalk in Rohde Island.
"There's a school here. It's a private high school kind of like Ouran that I got accepted to. It was affordable with the partial scholarship so my parents allowed me to come over. But a better question is why are you here?"
"My dad got a job transfer. It was kind of short notice but it was an offer that he couldn't refuse. My dad asked if there was a friend I could stay with over in Japan but I knew that he wasn't really going to leave me behind. So that's my story really. It was nice though because I got a scholarship to a private school that's here. Wait…didn't you say that you're going to a private school?"
"Yeah I'm going to Chapel Academy. It's actually pretty close to here."
Okay…this was creepy ironic. Out of the 50 states that make up America, what were the odds that Arai would move to Rohde Island? Out of hundreds of private schools to be accepted to, what were the odds that both of them had been accepted into the same school? This was creepier then irony…this was fate.
"Arai…we're going to the same school."
Arai was finally getting his wish. He was going to go to the same school as Haruhi Fujioka. There was so much to talk about, so many questions to ask. But at that moment, all they could feel was relief. Relief that they wouldn't be going into a new school in a new country alone. This had to be fate.
3 Months Later
Arai ran down the outside steps of Chapel Academy. "Haruhi"
"Oh Arai, I didn't see you. How was your day?" Haruhi smiled as she waited for Arai to catch up. After he caught his breath the two continued walking.
"It was long. It seemed even longer though because I was missing you." A blush crept up on Arai's face as he said the last part.
"I…I missed you too Arai. I missed you a lot." Haruhi's face was just as red as Arai's.
"Haruhi, I want to ask you something."
"Sure," Haruhi looked up from ground which she had been focusing on from embarrassment. "What is it?"
"Haruhi…do you, do you like me?"
Just when Haruhi thought her face couldn't get any hotter, she felt her skin temperature rise up a few more degrees. "Yes. I do like you."
"Do you love me?"
Haruhi had a feeling that this conversation was leading up to this. And surprisingly enough, Haruhi didn't seem to mind. She had spent the last three months next to Arai and he had become her best friend. Her answer was completely honest.
"Yes…I do love you."
Arai and Haruhi hadn't noticed that they had stopped walking.
"Haruhi," Arai wrapped his arms around the girl before him. "You don't know how much that means to me."
Haruhi returned the embrace "I think I do."
AN: Okay so the name of this story is kind of weird and I might end up changing it, but for now let's just call it "Written in the Past"