So, This is my FIRST publish. I hope you like it. It's only two chapters and both are reletively short, but i think it's pretty good!

So please, ENJOY! :) 3

Haruhi slid into the velvet dress. It was tight to her slim body. The shoes fit perfectly.

The wig was long and laden with dense curls. There was a clip with a Purple flower with a green gemstone center that was hooked in.

She examined herself in the mirror.

She was wearing a long purple dress that was pulled up into ruffles in the skirt. It was so long it slid behind her. It had a soft yellow sash that wrapped around her waist and met in the back for a big, perfect bow. The orange flowers surrounded by purple ribbon was the corset. It was a strapless Dress.

"Are you sure about this…" Haruhi came out behind the curtain to be ambushed with everyone as they fixed the dress and did her makeup and nails.

"Absolutely, Haruhi," Tamaki fiddled with the flower in her hair. "I want my daughter looking absolutely beautiful on her special night."

"It's nothing special, Tamaki." She sighed, growing irritated with everyone.

Tamaki drew back in surprise, "Nothing special? How isn't it special!" The shock in his eyes was obvious.

"I'm just going to prom with Hikaru. Something that YOU GUYS set up!" Haruhi crossed her arms over her chest. The necklace Kaoru had put on, a gold heart locket, was cold so she let her arms rest at her sides again.

When everyone was done messing with her, they all stood back as she looked in the mirror.

Her jaw dropped for a mere second before she realized her own shock and clamped it shut. But everyone else had noticed already.

She looked beautiful. So much so, she was shimmering like the surface of a pond on a starry night.

"Wow. Thank you everyone…" Haruhi couldn't drag her eyes off herself to thank them face to face.

Kaoru's face was visible in the mirror as he spoke up, "Hikaru's heart might stop. So try not to be TOO gorgeous."

I smiled and turned around, "So now what?"

"We take you to the Grand Hall of course!" Hunny laughed.

Tamaki simply offered his arm, "May I?"

Haruhi took his arm gratefully, "You may."

Tamaki and Haruhi, arm in arm, along with Kaoru, Hunny, And Mori walked Haruhi down the hallway to the doors to the Grand Hall.

There, Only Tamaki continued with her, still arm in arm.

The Grand Hall of Ouran High School was decorated in a silver color. The lights were low, and silver decorations dangled from the high ceiling. All together, it was dazzling.

The band was playing an upbeat tune and girls in flowing gowns were chatting amongst themselves. Some were giggling while whispering about some guy standing only a few yards away. Gentlemen were offering drinks to dates and other girls scattered here and there.

This is Prom all right. Haruhi thought to herself. She began to scan the hall for Hikaru. She was scared. Her insides were tying themselves up in knots. Her grip on Tamaki tightened.

"What's wrong Haruhi?" Tamaki whispered.

"I… I… I'm just… I think I'm a little nervous. I don't know what to expect…" She bit her lip.

Tamaki smiled softly. "You have nothing to worry about, right? You look fabulous. Every guy in the room has looked at you. Believe me, I've noticed."

Haruhi turned to him and gave him a forced smile.

"Say, Why don't you dance with your father?" Tamaki suggested with a shrug.

Several people turned to look at him with confused looks after that unusual comment.

"I don't know how many times I have to remind you you're not my father, but yes. I will dance one dance with you." She took his hand as he bowed.

The music changed to a waltz.

She nearly reached for his hip. But she quickly remembered SHE was the girl this time and timidly placed it on his shoulder.

Tamaki's hand was so big to hers. For the first time in a long time, she felt like a girl. She couldn't keep back the shy smile that had been hiding behind her brown eyes.

They circled and twirled around the dance floor. Her dress matched Tamaki's suit and the song seemed over much too fast.

"Thank you for this dance, Haruhi. I look forward to another in the near future." He bowed and gently pressed his lips to her fingertips. He looked back up at her and straightened himself.

"Looks like your date is here, Haruhi." He nudged her and nodded in the opposite direction.

She spun around.

At the doorway stood a boy. No, a Man. And Haruhi felt her heart skip a beat. Their eyes met.