YES, THIS IS BASED OFF OF JUST A DREAM BY NELLY
I watched her turn her back on me, my Haruhi, and walk away. She was holding hands with THAT MAN. She should have been holding mine. "Don't leave me!" I called out to her. Her eyes looked watery as she bowed her head and shook it. I was to late.
I quickly ran up to her and stopped her, running my fingers through her hair. She caught my hand with her free on, she never dropped his, and shook her head again.
"Three years I waited for you. It's too long. But I'm in love with someone else now, I've moved on." She flashed her pretty engagement ring, which wasn't from me. "It's time to do the same." She smiled at me and caught up with her new man. Her fiance.
"But you love me!" I cried. "How is this right?" Now she let go of THAT MAN's hand. She turned and marched up to me, then slapped me hard across the face. I was too shocked for it to sting.
"No! You're wrong! I don't love you anymore, I love him. And no matter how hard it is for you to accept that, it isn't going to change my mind or feelings." She turned away one last time. I walked back into our house, no, MY house, to think.
"No! Don't leave me! Haruhi!" I felt another slap, and this time I felt the sting. I opened my eyes and found myself back in our old room with an exasperated Haruhi leaning over me.
"About time you woke up!" She sighed and plopped down next to me. I sat up and grabbed her hand.
"Please, Haruhi, I know it's taken for ever for me to propose to me, but please don't marry him. I love you Haruhi, I don't want you to leave me!" I pleaded with her, staring into her chocolate brown orbs.
"What are you talking about?" She waved her wedding band in front of my face.
"No! You married him and I'm too late."
"No, you baka, I married you. Gosh, Kyoya, I know you're no good in the morning, but this is a new extreme. Forgetting about your own wife." She pouted at this last statement, and it all came flooding back to me. I pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her.
"I had the worst dream ever," I said, pulling from our kiss.
"Let me guess. I left you?"
"Yes, for that blonde idiot, and one time is enough. You aren't allowed to leave me ever again." She giggled and pulled away from my grasp, standing up and straightening the dress I just realized she was wearing. It was a cute navy blue Hitachiin number.
"I wont, I wont, but now we have a Host Club reunion to go to." I smiled and got dressed, glad it was only just a dream.
AU; I'd like to think that even if I put Kyoya's name there, it could be any one of the hosts. This is just a cute little song fic I thought of when listening to, obviously, Just A Dream by Nelly. Obviously again, I do not own Just A Dream or Ouran High School Host Club. For those of you reading my other fanfic, The Things We Used To Know, I'm trying to update atleast a chapter a day. If you aren't reading it, check it out. It's a cross over between Fruits Basket and OHSHC. Thanks for your support XD!