She woke up to a piercing headache. With a low grumble of discomfort, Haruhi shifted her body underneath the covers of the bed, hoping that laying in a different position might ease the pain. She mentally cursed to herself about it, wondering why her head was throbbing so badly, but when Haruhi felt the slight dip in the mattress that someone was laying next to her, she smiled. It gave her hope that everything she had felt—the anger, the sadness, and the betrayal—was only felt through what seemed like an endless horrible dream. However, Haruhi opened her eyes, expecting to see the softly tousled blonde hair of the man whom she was so used to waking up to every morning. Instead, what she saw with her half open eyes was dark colored hair.

After a very brief moment of confusion from her sleepy stupor, Haruhi realized who the man was behind those soft locks, which was shortly followed by a near glass shattering scream that jolted the man awake into a similar screaming fit.

The both of them scrambled out of the bed, but as Haruhi flung the covers off of her, she very quickly realized that her clothes were missing. Panicked, Haruhi reached for the bed sheets and wrapped them around her body. As she did so, the man standing on the opposite side of the bed from her had reached for a nearby towel and held it in place around his waist.

"What the hell!" Haruhi shouted. She quickly scanned the room she was in. It was definitely not her bedroom. "Where the hell am I?"

"This is my room. In the hotel," the man had said as he ran his free hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

"Oh my god." Haruhi breathed out in exasperation. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her hand. "Please just tell me that this isn't what it looks like!" When the man looked away in a sheepish manner, Haruhi got upset again. She could safely assume, even if she couldn't remember exactly what happened, the proof was there. The reluctance of him to answer otherwise was a clear indication that the two, did in fact, sleep together. "Oh god. Oh god. I have to leave. I need to get out of here." Haruhi pressed the bed sheets she had covered herself with against her body so that she could have a clearer view of the floor. She rapidly searched for her clothes that had been strewn around her side of the room.

"Okay, Haruhi. Calm down for a minute so that we can talk about this rationally," he said as calmly as he could.

Haruhi didn't understand how talking rationally could make this situation any better. "Calm down?!" Haruhi looked around for something to throw at him and the only thing she could find was the pillow she used on the bed. She picked it up and threw it with all her might, but he raised his free arm just in time to deflect the throw. "How on earth can I calm down, Hikaru?!" Haruhi exaggeratedly motioned her arm in a circle between herself, him, and the bed. "Look at all of this! How can I calm down?!"

"We still need to talk about this though!" Hikaru was practically begging.

"No!" Haruhi shouted again. This time it was so loud that her head throbbed, causing her to wince in pain again. All the screaming she had done was giving her a massive headache. "Just get out! Get out right now so that I can change and leave!"

"But this is my room."

Haruhi grunted in anger and then started to grab the other pillows on the bed, chucking them towards Hikaru once more. He put his hand up in defense against the throws and conceded defeat. He opened the door and walked out of the room. Haruhi breathed out a big puff of air before falling arms-first back onto the bed. She couldn't believe that this was happening. She couldn't believe that she got herself into this mess.

Haruhi felt a sharp pang shoot through her chest. She felt a heavy guilt. Even though she caught him kissing some other woman, she had done the worst deed someone could do while in a committed relationship: she slept with someone else. There was nothing that could ever make that okay.

Haruhi pushed herself up off the bed and wiped the tears off her cheeks. She hurriedly gathered all her clothes and put them on the bed. She grabbed her pants, quickly jumping and shimmying into them. She then took her shirt and threw her arms through the sleeves. Once she was dressed, she roughly brushed through her hair with her fingers. On her way out of the bedroom, Haruhi threw the bed sheets and pillows back on the bed while gathering the rest of her things into her arms.

"Can I at least have some pants?" Hikaru's voice was slightly muffled by the door between them. Haruhi sighed after having finished putting her belongings into her bag. She took another glance around the room in search of jeans, pajama bottoms—something—to give to Hikaru. She spotted a pair of jeans that had been thrown on the desk chair and picked it up, trying really hard not to think about how it ended up there in the first place. Haruhi rushed over to the door and turned the knob hard. She pushed forward and swung the door open, almost knocking Hikaru down. The moment she saw him, she threw the jeans at him then quickly walked by towards the door.

Haruhi spotted her shoes at the front door to the hotel room, which of course, looked more like a high end condo than a hotel room. She stopped to put on her shoes and in that time, Hikaru had gotten his jeans on but without zipping them up. He quickly kept behind her and he finally caught her arm before she could get a firm grip on the door handle. "Wait, Haruhi. Please, can we just talk about this?"

Haruhi was on the brink of tears. She could no longer hold on to the anger and sadness she was bottling up. "No. . ." she said in a much weaker and vulnerable tone of voice. She made sure to avoid his gaze by staring at the floor. Hikaru loosened his grip on Haruhi's arm, letting it fall to her side. They stood there at the front door in silence for a while.

Haruhi was the one to break the silence. "I need to go," she simply said, clearly still upset. She swiftly turned on her heel while she firmly grasped the door handle. Just as she opened the door, she met the surprised eyes of the other twin standing in front of her, who was just about to open the door himself.

"Haruhi? What are you-"

"I was just leaving," Haruhi sharply cut in. She pushed past the other twin as she made her way out of the room and into the hallway. She couldn't handle this right now. The last thing she needed was to be confronted by the more righteous one of the twins. He would give them both hell had he had the chance.

Haruhi wanted to leave as fast as possible and put this whole thing behind her, so she quickened her pace to the elevator down the hall. By some stroke of luck the elevator door had opened up just as she pressed the button to go down. She walked inside and the doors closed agonizingly slow. Haruhi was finally alone and with her thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes and suddenly remembered the warm and loving embrace Hikaru had given to her last night. That warmth engulfed her body again. It was a sensation she had missed receiving.

Haruhi shook her head to get rid of the thought. It made me her feel tainted and gross. But in doing so, it only left her with the memories that led her to where she was now. She felt her eyes begin to sting again. Without thinking, she reached out to the emergency stop button on the wall. With her hand still on the button, she slowly fell to her knees until she sat completely on the floor of the elevator, and it was there she was finally able to let go of all of her tears.

a/n: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I know it's quite short but the flow of this story needs that. I've been wanting to dish out this story for a long, long time but it's been hard after having lost my original files years ago. I'm trying to reconstruct this from memory so, like always, please bear with me! Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors I may have missed.

Let me know what you think so far! See ya soon :)

~Bliss

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or any of it's characters etc., etc. However, any OCs that may be later introduced are of my own development.