Hi, this is my second Ouran fan-fic, I haven't finished the first one yet (writers blocks a b***h) but then this idea popped into my head. If the start sounds a tad familiar that's because I borrowed it from EverLastingXLove's piece 'I love you Kyoya senpai'. I didn't take the storyline, just the starting idea but I did tweak it so it's more me. I am sorry to have borrowed it but it was a great idea and I'm not afraid to admit I took it, I just hope she can forgive me. Please read, enjoy and review. (I don't really mind if you do, it's just nice)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran in any way shape or form

"I can't live without you. You know this yet still you torture me. Well you can't play games with me anymore!" Haruhi yelled, and then she threw herself off the roof.

It all began a few days after they fetched Tamaki back from the grasp of Éclair and Tamaki's Grandma. Haruhi had caught a cold from falling in the river and was off school. Tamaki being Tamaki, he vowed not to leave her side until she was well. And somehow he convinced Kyoya to come with him. Kyoya knew that having Tamaki look after Haruhi would probably prolong her illness, and losing two hosts would be bad for business. Especially two of the popular ones, he thought, so he agreed to come along so someone would actually know what to do.

When they arrived at the Fujioka household Tamaki hid behind Kyoya as he knocked, knowing full well that Ranka blamed him for her illness and he was apprehensive about what he would do. Ranka had it in for him and loved to terrify the blonde host. After no one opened the door, Kyoya opened the door with the key Ranka had given him and they entered the apartment.

"Haruhi! Daddy's here!"

"I don't think that will help Tamaki," sighed Kyoya. Idiot. He'd been acting like this all the way there and Kyoya's control was starting to slip. They both froze when they heard a weak groan emanate from Haruhi's room. Tamaki burst through the door yelling "Haruhi!"

The girl flinched from the light and covered her ears. "Ouch, Senpai, what are you doing here? Why are you screaming?" Both boys were silent upon seeing her, she was pale and her voice was very croaky. All this from falling in a river? Kyoya thought, very strange.

Kyoya's POV

"Tamaki was worried about you, we came to visit" I explained.

"Oh, I'll make some tea" Haruhi made to get up. "No, it's alright; I'll make it, you just rest. Don't worry my sweet daughter; Daddy will make you all better." Tamaki practically sprinted out of the room, eager to help.

Haruhi looked at me with fear in her eyes, "Whatever he tries to do, promise you'll stop it." Her voice was strained and her tone was pleading.

"Do you mean to you or your kitchen?" she blanched, "I hadn't thought about the kitchen, would you mind...?" I nodded and left without a word.

I found Tamaki trying to boil water in a saucepan despite the fact that there was a kettle by his elbow. I groaned inwardly, Idiot.

"Tamaki, I'll make the tea, Haruhi needs a blanket could you try and find one for her?" Tamaki nodded eagerly and rushed into Ranka's room. I started boiling the kettle before calling out, "the blankets are on the bottom shelf of the tall cupboard in the bathroom, not in Ranka's room."

Tamaki quickly edged out of the room and into the bathroom, I finished the tea and listened to the scuffling in the bathroom as I took it to Haruhi.

She looked up at me sleepily, "Thanks" she said as I handed her some tea. We sipped in silence before she asked "Kyoya-senpai?"

"Hmmm"

"Why did you tell Senpai that the blankets are on the bottom shelf when you know full well they're on the top shelf?"

"Because I thought it would buy you at least five minutes of quiet time," I glanced at my watch, "make that ten."

She smiled slightly as she sat sipping her tea, staring into the cup. She has no idea what she makes me feel. Do any of them?

"You're not usually this funny Kyoya; what has he done?" she asked. The question surprised me. When did she get so perceptive? I let out a small chuckle.

"Well, to be honest he's been getting on my nerves all day. Panicking and assuming the worst even though I told him your dad said you were sick."

She let out a small laugh, "that sounds like Senpai."

Haruhi's POV

Were we actually talking? Having a conversation that wasn't debt or club related? He's laughing with me. The thought made me so happy and then I realised, I like him. Maybe even...love him? I did, I did love him. It had been happening so gradually that I didn't even realise it. I'm in love with Kyoya. I stared into my cup, pleased that I didn't have enough energy to raise a blush.

At that second, Tamaki walked in holding a pink fleece blanket with an annoyed expression on his face.