Lucky
Disclaimer: Ah, the most repetative part of any fic... I don't own Ouran or any of the hosts.
It was times like this, when she couldn't sleep, that she found Him in her mind's eye and wondered why on Earth she liked Him so much. After all, wasn't itHe who had caused her debt to the host club? Wasn't it Him who spent two years (until He graduated) fawning over her, like some kind of mother hen?
She frowned, wrinkling her nose. And He was always so damn dramatic. Just watching all of His emotions left her exhausted; she couldn't imagine how He found the energy to care about everyone so genuinely…
Genuine. That's the overall word for him, she thought, pulling the blankets over her head. She snorted at her own silliness: she was losing sleep, and over Him of all people? How unlike her.
WhenHe transferred to her college, she recalled Kyouya saying once, 'Don't be so dense, Haruhi.'
Dense? Her? He was the one who was dense, not her… Well, perhaps a little. But sill!
Haruhi sat up again, rubbing her fingers over her temples in annoyance. He probably never sits up at night, she thought bitterly, Wondering why he likes who he likes, the lucky bastard.
The bed shifted, and the familiar, eccentric snoring continued.
She looked to her right at the sleeping figure, and couldn't help but smile a little, as she brushed golden air out of her husband's face. With a metal sigh, she kissed his forehead, But I love him anyway.
"You've certainly gotten more out of life than you deserve," she muttered, this time talking to herself.
A/N: Okay, so if you haven't already guessed, "He" is Tamaki. No, that was not a typo; her husband.
Who couldn't love Tamaki-kun?
