A/N: This takes place after the last episode. It's a one-shot, for now –I might make it a series of drabbles and stuff. But whatever. If it's not as good as my other Ouran fic, I humbly apologise.

(Normal POV)

"Someone once told me, handsome men aren't hurt by water." She giggled at him, her hair gracefully bouncing as it did whenever her shoulders shook with laughter. Tamaki decided she never looked so beautiful, even when her hair had droplets of water dangling off; it enhanced how cute she was.

He couldn't help but smile; he always did when she gave in to the adorableness that she seemed to bury so often. It became clear then, that his adoration for her was not how a father loved a daughter –it was so much more.

He swayed his body near her and reached for her; he wanted to hold her in his arms, to feel her short brown hair tickle against his lips. He wanted Haruhi to be his, even if it was just for a fragment of a second.

Suddenly her hands flew to her mouth and she sneezed –loudly and unladylike-ly. The moment was ruined and Tamaki was appalled at her manners.

"Kya! ~" he cried, "My poor, sweet Haruhi-chan, you sneeze like an old man! How dreadful, even gentlemen should sneeze politely..."

Haruhi rolled her eyes as he went on one of his rants about graciousness and refined etiquette. All she had to do was grab his hand and squeeze it so that his words trailed off and his face glowed red.

"Tell me at the host club." She tugged his arm towards the apparent direction. He couldn't help but wonder why she could seem so at ease, like holding his hand wasn't a big deal –well, it was for him!

"K-kay."

As they walked back slowly, Tamaki's heart pounded fiercely in sync with their footsteps, and then he suddenly stopped; Haruhi turned around, puzzled.

He grabbed both her shoulders desperately. A wild frantic glint sparkled in his violet eyes and for a second, anxiousness and fear stabbed through Haruhi as she froze.

"H-Haruhi!" he cried, "I-I... Y-you.." he stammered helplessly, searching for words that could truly express how he was feeling towards the brown-haired girl in front of him, her eyes full of wonder and confusion.

So he, frantically, did what he thought could, reaching out and cupping her face; he pressed his lips firmly to hers.

And Tamaki swore he had died and gone to heaven when he felt her arms delicately wrap themselves around his neck, and kiss him back.