Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori owns OHSHC

Got introduced to you by a friend
You were cute and all that, baby you set the trend
Yes you did oh
The next thing I know we're down at the cinema
We're sitting there, you said you love me
What's that about?

Haruhi sighed exasperated as she found herself sitting in a movie theatre with the entire Host club. 'How do I always get into these situations?' A bored expression dominated her features. She thought back when she was safely at home inside her room reading. Her father was away at work so she had the entire place to herself.

Furrowing her brows as the plot in the story thickened, a knock on the door became an unwanted distraction. Sighing, she finished the paragraph before placing a bookmark inside. Taking her time, she made her way toward the door, as the knocking seemed to become more desperate.

"Haruhi! Haruhi! Are you okay? Daddy is here!" Tamaki's voice screamed from the other side. Dread filled her being as she heard other familiar voices complaining that their Lord's voice was too loud.

'Why are they here? They are rich, aren't they? Don't they have more exciting activities to do than bother me?' She reluctantly opened the door to find all host members standing outside in all their glory. "Why are-"

Before she could finish her question, the twins grabbed both arms and pulled her outside. Already used to their shenanigans, Haruhi knew that struggling against them would only make them resist more. The door shut behind her, and she was dragged down the stairs and into a waiting limousine.

Now back at the movie theatre, she massaged her aching temples knowing a headache was soon on its way. "Why are we here?" She looked from each host member.

"Isn't it obvious? We are here to bond closer to you by experiencing the everyday life of commoners." Tamaki winked as he sat by her.

"Why are we at a movie theatre then?" She inquired in annoyance as her thoughts drifted to her book.

"We have heard this movie is very popular among the commoner masses and thought you might like it as well." The twins recited in unison.

"You know, just because most people like the movie doesn't mean all do." Haruhi knew it was impossible to explain since the host members were marveling in awe at the commoner's simple inventions. She turned her head to find Kyoya calmly sitting with a notepad in one hand, and a pen rapidly moving in the other.

Of all the members, she would have figured him to have the most sense. She realized that he goes along with whatever crazy idea Tamaki invents for the profit but sometimes she wondered why he comes along. Such as today, he gathered plenty of information as it is from all the previous excursions so what's the merit to gain in this?

She shook her head as the reel began to play. Twenty minutes of pointless commercials and previews roll by earning her a yawn. Then the movie started. She didn't like watching movies all that much because it robs the person of their imagination. Books are more to her liking because the characters mean something different for each person. Movies just dictate what the person looks and acts like and perform all the duties for you while leaving your imagination to grow flabby and unused.

Suddenly realizing, she didn't even know what movie they were going to watch. She turned to ask Tamaki when the opening credits appeared. TITANIC flashed on the screen. Five vertical dots slowly appeared one after another in a small box next to her head. Forty minutes into the movie and she found herself nodding off the sleep.

Tamaki leaned over, "Do you like the movie, Haruhi?" A desperate look for approval was evident on his face.

"Not really, I am not much for romantic flicks, and I don't like movies all that much anyway." She honestly said without malice.

His face fell slightly before regrouping for another try, "What movies would you prefer?"

Haruhi held a hand up to her chin as she contemplated the question, "I guess biographies, documentaries, and science nonfiction." She glanced over at Tamaki's blank expression.

"I see. I see." He pretended to understand when in fact he didn't. Haruhi knew that he didn't but chose not to comment knowing it was pointless. A scene where the protagonist was being drawn by the other star drew gasps and flesh hitting flesh from the host club, aside from Kyoya, covered their eyes. Haruhi had no idea how much longer this film was going to be.

"Tamaki Senpai, I'm going to get me something to drink." She then stood up and left. Breathing a little easier, she was outside of the theatre happy to get away. 'Not too many customers are in line, I guess many of the movies must be in play.' She assumed. She walked up to the concession stand to look at what they had.

'I had forgotten how much stuff costs at these places.' She reached in her pocket for her wallet to only find lint. "Huh?" She searched in both pockets but nothing. "Oh that's right! I was kidnapped so my wallet is at home." She realized.

A wallet suddenly popped in front of her. She followed the hand to see Tamaki smiling down at her holding out his wallet. "Here you go. Order whatever you wish." He flashed his perfectly white teeth then posed showing off his entire 'perfection' of a body. "Don't feel nervous showering me with praise for my sweetness and generosity." Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and watched the strange man.

"Umm, that's okay, Tamaki-senpai. I can just get water." She moved over to the fountain but a hand stopped her. She looked up to find Tamaki with an unusual serious expression.

"Wait." She tilted her head to the side a bit with confusion on her face. Tamaki was taken aback by the sudden attack of cuteness. A light blush materialized on his cheeks.

"What is it, Tamaki-senpai?" Her throat was becoming dry.

"I..ahh…well you see….ummm…are you enjoying yourself?" He stumbled through his words.

"Not really, the movie is boring, and I am really thirsty. Excuse me." She bee-lined toward the fountain but was stopped again. "I really am thirsty, can it wait?"

"I'll buy you something. What do you want?" His expression was unreadable which was shocking to her. Tamaki was one of the most readable people she knew.

"It's okay, water will suit me." She turned around again but realized that Tamaki wasn't going to let go. "Tamaki-senpai?"

"I'll buy you something, Haruhi. Tell me what you want." He seemed determined to buy her a drink. Not understanding, she figured she should let him have his way so he wouldn't cause a scene. She looked up at the menu board.

"Green tea, please." Tamaki's expression relaxed a bit as he rushed over to the concession stand. A look of confusion washed his face as the employee asked him what he wanted. Haruhi understood immediately, "One green tea please. Do you want anything, Senpai?" He shook his head.

The employee dictated the price. Tamaki opened his wallet to pull out a very large bill that had both Haruhi and the employee's eyes and mouth gaping from shock.

"Umm, I can't make change with that, sir. Do you have anything smaller?" The employee seemed mesmerized by the bill. Tamaki's blush deepened. Compassion for the ignorant, rich nobleman hit her so she grabbed the wallet to dig out a relatively smaller bill.

"I can't believe you carry around so much money, Senpai." Haruhi pointed out as they walked back to the movie room.

"Don't commoners carry money with them wherever they go?" He asked confused.

"Not that much, we normally keep a small amount on us just in case we are robbed or we loose our wallet; that way the money we do loose won't be such a big lost." She explained. 'Really, these guys are ignorant when it comes to the real world.' She sighed. She took a sip from her drink before opening the door.

"Haruhi." She realized he was behind her instead on the side. Turning around, she found him standing with his bangs covering his eyes and his fists clenched.

"Senpai?"

"Haruhi, I uhh…well, you see I have something I want to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I..uhh…do you consider this a date?" He blurted out.

"Date? Not really, I consider this more of a kidnapping than anything." Without malice or ill contempt, she honestly replied. Tamaki was crouched facing a wall with black lines running parallel with his body. "Senpai, aren't you ashamed to be seen like that in public?" Her eyes held its normal expression when dealing with him.

He stayed in place while starting to cultivate mushrooms. Sweat dropping, Haruhi grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "Come on, Senpai, we will get kicked out if they discover you're the one growing mushrooms in their establishment."

"Haruhi, I love you!" She froze in place with her hand still grabbing his sleeve. She slowly turned around to find his trademark of confidence replaced by a shy, vulnerable look.

"What?"

"I love you, Haruhi."

AN: This is going to be a series. I was going to place this as a one shot but figured miniparts would be best. Review and I shall post the second chapter. 10 reviews, please.