Hello fellow Ouran fan! This is the first thing I've written about Ouran, and honestly I'm crap at writing love stories, but I hope you enjoy anyways.

Tamaki sat on the white couch in his bedroom, picking up a picture from the coffee table. He studied it closely. It had been taken back in Japan, when he was still attending Ouran Academy and not married. He scanned the picture, noting every single thing like he had a million times. Hunni's hopeful face, and Mori behind him, his hand on Hunni's shoulder. Both of the twins with outstretched arms, roses in their hands. Kyoya, pushing up his glasses as usual. Tamaki chuckled, but inside he felt like he was dying.

He continued scanning the picture, but avoided a certain part of the it. The part that showed him and Haruhi. He couldn't bear to look at her face anymore, it brought to much pain, but somehow he couldn't help himself. He looked at Haruhi's smiling face, and him standing next to her with his arm around her shoulders. Maybe things could have been different if I had stayed he thought.

He wished things could have been different. Even after seeing his mother again, a huge part of him was missing, the part that the Host Club had filled. Even with so many people around him, he felt lonely without them. He wanted to believe himself when he said that he missed the whole Host Club equally, but he knew it wasn't the case. He missed her. Haruhi Fujioka, the girl who had stumbled into Music Room #3.

Visions flashed before Tamaki's eyes. The first one was those perverts at the beach that attacked the 3 guests at the rocks. Haruhi's scared face flashed before him, and he saw himself dive after her. He saw himself carrying Haruhi out of the water, the sun setting behind them. He had set her down in the sand and told her that she was just a girl. I'm such an idiot he thought.

The second flashback was after they had arrived at the mansion after going to the beach. When he had found Haruhi and Kyoya in his bedroom alone. He felt all the anger rush into him again as he watched himself yell at her. He watched Haruhi retreat to the wardrobe and felt everything click in his mind again. He opened the door and heard another crash of lightning, and felt Haruhi crash into him. He felt hope flood into him again, as it had then.

The third flashback was to when Renge had hired two students to be part of the movie she had convinced the Host Club to make. He turned the corner, finding Haruhi on the ground, almost in tears. Anger rushed over him again as he pinned one of the boys to the wall. He heard the smash of the glass, and saw Kyoya with a rock in his hand.

So many other flashbacks were played before him. He then saw still moments, all of Haruhi, flood his vision. He missed a lot, almost too much to bear. He found himself crying. Even after being in the Host Club for two years, Haruhi was the only girl he had fell in love with, and at this point he felt like he would never love anyone else.

"Tamaki?" He heard a voice ask from behind him. He wiped his eyes quickly and turned around. Standing in the doorway was her. She was smiling brightly.

Tamaki opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was too shocked. Haruhi Fujioka, the girl he had fallen in love with. What is she doing here? he thought.

"You're wife," Haruhi seemed to wince at the thought of Tamaki having a wife. "Informed me that you were having a hard time. The rest of the Host Club payed for me to come here. I'm here to bring you back."

All the emotions from when he used to see Haruhi came back to him. "Why are you here?" He asked, finally able to choke the words out.

"I couldn't bear to know you were sad, I love you too much to let you go through that."