DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. I'm just a rabid fangirl.

"Haruhi?" A girl with short, brown hair looked behind to see a red-haired man sitting at the table, all alone. "Are you okay?" She nodded and placed her right foot inside the brown shoe. The black pants fitted just for her gently rested upon the tongue of the shoe, and her blue blazer reaches down to tie the strings. She continued to look at the man.

"Dad, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, okay?" She straightens her back out and looks at her father. "Why are you so nervous today, dad? You seem so tense," She didn't smile. Her tired eyes signal a lack of sleep from the night before and the red rings around her brown eyes fade away every time she talks. Her father stands from the table and begins to walk over to his daughter. Haruhi looks down to the floor as Ranka stops five feet away from her.

"You changed, Haruhi, from only one week of events damaging your heart," he whispered. She shook her head. There was nothing wrong with her; it was just that she was so depressed from what had happened the week before. But, she already repressed the memory of his leaving, and never looked back. Hot tears rimmed her eyes and she looked up at Ranka. He was saddened by his daughter's pitiful excuse of a smile, but smiled at her efforts. He walked closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her. She reluctantly rested her head on his chest and felt the tears stream down her face. "You don't have to go to school today," she shook her head.

"I have to, dad," she wiped the tears away and pushed away from Ranka. He looked down to see the wet tears wiped away from her eyes still there, still lingering on her eyelashes. "It'll help me get through this," Help me get through this sickness, maybe. She sighed and Ranka placed his hand on her head and ruffled her hair around.

"Alright, go ahead," She smiled and turned the doorknob behind her. Feeling the sun's warmth behind her hit her back made her smile, knowing that he was smiling too. Her heart began to hurt again and she coughed. I hope this all goes away soon. She looked out into the world and saw a few people from the neighborhood walking around, holding hands and whispering gestures towards one another. She looked back at her father and waved. He waved back.

"Goodbye," she whispered. Closing the door, she felt the tears inside rip her heart in two and stream down her face. Why couldn't I say that to him? Then, she heard a honk from a car down below, and she leaned over the small railing supporting her. It was a black limousine that shined in the sunshine. The door opened, and she was welcomed by one handsome man looking up to her. She didn't move, he didn't move: it was enough to know that he was there for her.

The handsome man closed the door behind him and leaned against the car. "Now, what is it that has made you upset this morning, Haruhi?" She blinked and felt one of her tears drip off of her chin. She stepped back from the railing and wiped her tears away before looking back over the railing; the man was gone. The car was still there. Then, footsteps going up the stairs could be heard echoing through the silent neighborhood, and she responded:

"I still can't believe he's gone," He stopped at the top of the stairs and looked over at her. "I mean, we were there for him. Why?" She looked over that the handsome boy and the boy just continued to stare at her. She shook her head, but smiled. "He's happy, I know that. But, we have to suffer?" She looks up at the sun and closed her eyes. "He's smiling again." The footsteps got closer and closer to her, until she could feel him right next to her. She didn't open her eyes. She could only lean her head against his chest and feel his hand rest on her head.

"It'll be okay, Haruhi. Things will turn out the way they should be," he whispered. She nodded, and opened her eyes. Her heart was still breaking in two, but there was nothing she could do: he was out of her grasp, and she couldn't run after him anymore. He was gone. The handsome boy let go of her and she looked down at the street. Without hesitation, she began to walk away from her home and from the man. He whispered, "There's still time, Haruhi. The wedding is not in another two weeks." She stopped and looked back.

"You give me this sense of lost hope I can't have right now. I'm terribly sorry," she whispered. The handsome boy reached out to her but he couldn't grab her again; she was out of his grasp. She looked back down the steps and took in a deep breath. With a long sigh, she whispered:

"I miss him. I miss—" she stopped, but cried, "I miss Kyouya!"

And with that, she ran down the stairs, with the handsome boy to wonder whether or not Kyouya's heart still loved her, still ran after her like she was now.

Inside the Third Music Room, there was two hearts beating with love, waiting…

Ta-da~ I'm back.

But this time, it's an actual story! SNAP! D:

Anywayyy! This is a story about Kyouya and Haruhi ONLY D: This story will kind of go backwards for a little while before I get back to the present, but other than that, it'll mainly be about the struggle Kyouya and Haruhi go through before, well, you knowww~

I don't know how this will all turn out, but let's just say I'm doing the best I can to make you guys happy! :)

OH! Who's the handsome boy that stopped by? ;D And did you think this was all about Tamaki and going to France like in the anime, almost? Tsk tsk~ Noooo, I tricked you guys! :D You should know better~

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I don't know when I'll update next, but I hope soon! :) And review! I'll respond to all review in the next chapter to follow!

Until next time!

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