**Since it is getting close to Christmas, I decided to break this story into Chapters and repost it! I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful Christmas!

Haruhi thought for once, everything might be normal. She would get to spend her first Christmas with her Dad. They would open presents together and enjoy the morning with each other's company.

Haruhi had already gotten him a present too; the sweater he had picked up in the women's section and so he thought, secretly hinted that he wanted it as he swung it around on his chest while he stared at himself in the mirror.

He even gave her an opportunity to buy it as he said he was "Cold" and "Wanted to go sit in the car."

He even went so far as to play it off like he thought someone else bought it the next day. He went searching through the clothing and frowned when he couldn't find it, then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh well, I have a feeling I'll see it somewhere else in my size,"

Her father wasn't very good at discreetly giving hints. Another thing, Haruhi figured she wouldn't get anything back from her father, which was more than fine with her. She didn't want her dad to spend what little money they had on a gift for her. Haruhi had spent the couple yen she got when she worked for one of her father's friends on his sweater, so it wasn't like she was spending necessary money.

Unfortunately, she didn't get what she expected. As soon as Haruhi gave her dad the present, wrapped up nicely in a blue wrapping paper that she had picked out from the commoner- er, the supermarket as a free gift when she checked out. It wasn't much paper, but it was enough to wrap the red and green box she stuck the sweater in.

"Oh thank you my darling!" Haruhi's father leaned forward and hugged her tightly, placing a thoughtful pointer finger to his thin, smooth chin. "I was wondering where this sweater went," He smiled as if he were trying to be honestly lost about the whole thing.

"It's not a problem Dad, I hope you like it," she said quietly, watching him prance around the house, holding the sweater against him.

Haruhi laughed a little, "Dad, you can try it on now. It's not in the store anymore. It's all yours,"

Dad grinned at his daughter and gave her a thumbs up, which made her sigh as he threw it on and twirled around.

"How come you don't dress up cute for your daddy anymore? You used to wear the cutest outfits,"

"You're not my father Senpai, and you never saw me when I wore cute outfits," she said dully, the impression of Tamaki senpai in her mind as sudden realization hit.

"What was that honey?"

"Nothing Dad, the sweater looks good on you. Are you ready for me to cook something to eat?" Haruhi had decided that this year she would be the one cooking the food; as if she didn't every year, but Dad was never there to enjoy it with her.

"Please dear! We'll cook it together!" Her dad ran for the kitchen like Tamaki Senpai would have done. Haruhi smiled a little and headed towards the open kitchen, in which a blonde boy pranced out like the king and hit heads with her, knocking her to the ground.

Tamaki grabbed his head and yelled out, a small bump rising on his "precious" forehead.

"Ouch! Senpai, what are you doing here?" Haruhi asked as Hikaru and Kaoru ran up behind her, lifting her up by grabbing one of her arms each.

She stood on her feet and brushed down her sweater vest and shorts then moved the short brown hair from her eyes as she watched Tamaki run to his mushroom corner and start growing even more of those disgusting shrooms.

"Senpai, please stop growing mushrooms in my house," Haruhi said dully, watching more grow as the words came out. It was no use trying to argue, fight, or anything else really with him. You insult him once and he was on the ground sulking and growing mushrooms in your corner, which sucked if you were the one who had to clean them up.

"Your head hit me in the eye Senpai. Your head is a lot harder than my eye," Her hand lingered over her eye, which stung.

Tamaki whimpered and stood up, holding onto his forehead, "Actually, your eye hit my forehead; which is a lot worse! A woman should never hit a man!"

"I think you have that wrong boss," The twins both rested their arms against Haruhi's shoulders, leaning against her like they owned her or something.

The short girl stepped away from the two of them and grunted, removing her hand from her eye when it was done hurting.

"What are you guys doing here anyways?"

Tamaki was the first to answer as he shoved both of the twins away from Haruhi.

"What do you mean? Your father didn't inform you of our arrival?"

"That's obviously why I didn't know you were in my kitchen and again, why I just asked that question," She said glumly, used to this stuff by now.

Tamaki covered his blue eyes with the back of his pale hand dramatically as he slid away and fell over on the floor like a dead bug. At least, she hoped he was dead.

"Dad, how come you didn't tell me they were coming?" Haruhi asked softly, expecting a short answer of something like 'I invited them. You know Daddy can't have Christmas with his daughter alone,'

Okay, so he wouldn't say that, but it made her a little mad to know that they couldn't have Christmas together for once. It also made her feel a little less important to him. Either way, she shut up her feelings and faced her father, waiting for his excuse.

"Kyouya called me dearest! He said that they would bring over some food! And before that idiot hit heads with you," Dad motioned his head towards Tamaki, which zapped him with a bolt of electricity and sent him sprawling over to the other side of the room, "They were going to jump out and shout surprise. Boo, that was going to be my favorite part," Dad said quietly as he watched Tamaki with a look of distain and distaste.

"Oh," Was all Haruhi said. She didn't want to hurt her dad's feelings by letting him know that she didn't want them here, and she sure as hell didn't want to upset any of them.

"Uh-Huh! And they brought food! So let's eat, okay sweetie?"

"Alright Dad,"

Haruhi remained silent as Tamaki and Hikaru and Kaoru argued back and forth at each other, snapping like dogs at who got which piece of meat. She sighed and dug her chopsticks into some rice, eating it slowly.

Kyouya looked in Haruhi's direction and set down his chopsticks, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"Haruhi, are we bothering you?" He asked simply, eyes gazing upon her in a manner that said 'If you say yes, then I'll up your debt so far that you'll never have enough money to pay it back.'

She smiled weakly and laughed, "Of course I don't mind. What would bring you to such an assumption?"

"I can just tell. You can tell us; it's quite alright. We understand that you wanted to spend this Christmas with your father." Kyouya's smile was not assuring to her.

Tamaki senpai's head turned towards her and his mouth dropped a little, "You would rather spend Christmas with this man, rather than your own family?"

Haruhi sighed a little and before she even got to say the sentence, 'You're not my real family,' her father twitched and removed the apron from around his waist.

"What did you say Tamaki?" Her dad asked, his fist curling up into a ball.

Tamaki gulped and shut his mouth, obviously making the right move because Dad backed down and brought his attention back towards Kyouya and Haruhi.

"Kyouya, thank you for being such a dear and bringing all this food for us,"

Haruhi sighed a little and stood up, walking outside the front door. She just needed a breath of fresh air. She couldn't stand being in there much longer. Listening to her dad talk to the Host club was like listening to a high school girl flirt with a guy. It was painful.

Tamaki stuck his head out from behind the door, then carefully walked out and stood beside Haruhi.

"Haruhi, do you actually want Daddy to go home?"

Suddenly, something inside of her snapped; which was why she had come outside, so she wouldn't end up snapping. Haruhi faced Tamaki, her eyes flaring with anger.

"Yeah, actually, I want all of you to go home! I want to spend one Christmas with my Dad; my real family," Instantly, Haruhi felt kind of bad, but kept strong and stayed looking in his eyes.

He seemed to grow very distant at the next moment and Haruhi went silent, turning away from him.

Instead of going to sulk like she thought he would, he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Do you honestly not believe we are like a family to you?" His voice was harsh and pained; maybe even a little distraught.

Haruhi, wanting nothing more than to be stubborn, stood tall and glared at him, "You guys are not my family. What is it going to take to make you see that?"

Tamaki grinded his teeth together and nodded his head, "You're fired. Now we'll be nothing like a family to you,"

And with that, he left her standing there with a blank look on her face. Haruhi's shoulders slumped awkwardly and her feet shifted the weight from one foot to the next.

She couldn't possibly be fired. That was impossible!

That whole conversation floated through her mind again and again. This really was not good... How was she supposed to get the money to pay them back?

She guessed she'd have to find a way because she wasn't going to run after him. There was no way she would chase him down for just her job.

When she looked over the railing, she saw the entire Host Club leaving heer apartment. Haruhi guessed that was the end for her.