A/N: I'm currently rewriting this story after two years of not touching it. Someone sent me a PM asking me to finish it, so I went back and looked at it. I was disappointed in my work due to how many errors and such there were in

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The screech of the alarm clock invades her ears, knocking against her eardrums like impudent guests.

She slaps at the alarm clock once, twice and finally on the third attempt, she hits the pushes the beeping clock off the nightstand.

"Fuck."

Pulling back the covers, she sits up. The alarm screams at her from the floor. Sighing, she flops on her stomach and leans over the edge of the bed, grabbing it.

"Oh shut up." She says, turning off the alarm. She stares at the time, blinking until the fuzziness of sleep disappears.

"Wait. 9?" She rubs her eyes, "9! I'm supposed to be there in a half hour. Fuck everything."

She tosses the alarm clock on her bed, and hops off it. Raising her arm, she sniffs her armpit and grimaces.

"Goddammit, I need to shower."

Grabbing the grey towel laying across the back of her desk chair, she walks towards the bathroom. She runs her hand through her hair, muttering to herself about being late. The house is quiet; her father has already left for work. Good. She doesn't want him pestering her with questions before she leaves, as he always does. He's just so desperate to meet his daughter's first "special friend".

"I need to remind him to pay the heat bill" she tells herself as she walks into the bathroom, wincing at the cold tile.

While waiting for the water to heat up, she looks at herself in the mirror, studying every aspect of her face. She rubs her eyes. Dark circles lay beneath them from her inability to sleep. She stares into her eyes, playing a fencing match with her own pupils.

"You can do this Haruhi. You can do this."

She peels her grey sleep shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor. She pauses for a moment. Her body has changed so much. Not her breasts, of course. They will always be small. She laughs to herself. But her ribs, they don't stick out as much anymore and she's not as pale.

Maybe she's happier. Or maybe the Host Club's just been feeding her more. She pokes at the pudge starting to form at her stomach. She shakes her head at herself. She should be happy she's gaining weight, means she's getting healthy.

Sliding off her pants and panties, she hops into the shower. She turns her face towards the water and lets it wash away the dreams from the night.

She'd dreamt about her again. The girl she was going to see. She'd dreamt about kissing those lips, molding her own to them. About pressing her body against her own, fitting like puzzle pieces into one another.

The heat between her legs felt so real in her dream, just like it had on their last date. She smiles, reminiscing. Hopefully, today will go just as well. Well, actually better.

She slides her soapy hands along her arms and chest, washing herself. The water drips from her hair down her nose and chin, wobbling a moment before falling from her chin.

She was going to do this. She was going to ask Ami out. She could do it.

"I can do it. Can't I?"