Haruhi's Valentine
Show: Ouran High School Host Club
Plot: Valentine's Day has arrived at Ouran and four people are fighting for Haruhi's attention. Who'll win this year? HaruhixHikaru HaruhixKaoru HaruhixxTamaki HaruhixOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, just my OC 3
Chapter 1
Feet pounded on the floor as Haruhi ran to the daily Host Club meeting. The plastic bag that she was carrying made noises when the wind hit it. She stopped short of the door to catch her breath. Yelling came from inside the music room. It wasn't unusual for there to be yelling, but of the subject matter was completely random.
"There's another person like Haruhi?" Tamaki's voice cried from inside the room.
Haruhi opened the door to see the males of the club in a circle. A bored expression played on her face. She made her way to an empty table to place the contents of her bag on it. The blonde haired club president spotted his 'daughter'.
"Haruhi. Did you hear about this girl?" Tamaki asked, almost yelling at her.
"She's in our class. Most people just assume that she's a guy," Hikaru said.
"Like they do with me," Haruhi added. "So yeah I've heard about her."
Tamaki's purple eyes lit up. The blond male began to have thoughts about recruiting the new student into the Host Club. A smirk formed on his face. Haruhi walked up to the slightly older male and began to poke his chest.
"I don't think she'll join king," Kaoru said sliding behind the club president and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Tamaki dropped his head in defeat. Haruhi looked at the Hitachiin twins and the rest of the club. The cross-dressing female began to wander why she even joined the club. Oh wait. A broken vase was why she had joined.
"I can talk to her. She might be able to come a few times," Haruhi said, stopping her poking of Tamaki.
"Really?" Tamaki asked, almost immediately grabbing Haruhi's hands in his own.
"If I say yes, will you let go of me?" Haruhi asked; blank expression playing on her face.
A dopy happy smile appeared on Tamaki's face. He gripped the brunette female in his arms and proceeded to twirl her around. The girl tried to get some space between her and the blond headed guy by attempting to push him away.
After a while Tamaki banished himself to a corner. The brunette girl cleaned her ear out with her pinky finger. She excused herself to go find the new Ouran student. It didn't seem right to do that, but she had no choice now. She had given that up when she told Tamaki that she would.
Haruhi spent most of her evening trying to find the other cross dresser instead of doing something more productive. A couple hours into her searching, the brunette host found an almost empty music room. A black headed person was lying on the bed in a male uniform and a book on his chest.
The brunette female walked over to him and tapped his foot. A giggle-like sound went throughout the room. The male looked at her with onyx eyes.
"You're Maro right?"
"I am," Maro said picking up the book she dropped. "Haruhi right?"
"Listen. I know you probably don't want to do this but the president of the Host Club-"
"Are you in this club?"
"I am, but that's not the point!" Haruhi protested.
"Then I'll join."
Haruhi's eyes began to twitch slightly. She hadn't expected that the other female would agree so readily. Maro stood up slowly. She put the book on the table in front of them.
"Hmmmm…Valentine's Day is coming up right?" Maro asked, looking at the other cross dresser.
All Haruhi could do was nod. She began to wander why Maro had asked her that. But Haruhi let a sigh out of her mouth before walking out of the room.