Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, nor any hit songs made popular by former member(s) of Destiny's Child.
The years after high school are populated with weddings. The Host Club members all attended the weddings of their friends. The first was Kasonoda's, a formal, traditional Japanese affair. The second was Renge's, an otaku event to which every guest wore cosplay. The third, ominously, was Nekozawa's. Haruhi enjoyed a completely normal wedding ceremony with her fellow Host Club members, dancing, eating cake, and drinking punch. Then came the bouncing bass of a Beyoncé hit.
"Come on out, all you single ladies!" came the DJ's voice. The brand new Mrs. Nekozawa was standing next to him on the dance floor, grinning and clutching a smaller version of her bouquet. There was a rush of female guests toward the spot.
Haruhi, still getting her breath back from a recent overly energetic swing dance with Tamaki, was sipping some water. But of course, instantly all six of her friends were urging her to join the other women. A couple of them advised her to go with a look, some tried to convince her it would be fun, and others attempted to bodily force her to get out there.
She was used to withstanding opposition when she would rather have had her own way, and was resisting tolerably well when the bride's voice was lifted over the crowd: "Fujioka-chan! Come and join us! I'm about to toss my bouquet!"
Haruhi sighed. There was no way she could deny a request from the queen of the evening. She put on one of her well-used Host smiles and joined the other single ladies on the dance floor.
She was never sure how it happened. One minute, Nekozawa was spinning his new wife around. The next, the flowers were high in the air, their tips brushing the ceiling. And finally, they were in Haruhi's arms.
"Congratulations!" Nekozawa purred, as his wife pulled Haruhi and her floral arrangement aside for a photo-op.
"You know the old wives' tale: whoever catches the bouquet at a wedding will be the next to get married!" his lovely bride gushed, squeezing Haruhi's shoulders.
Haruhi laughed and wished them well, thanking them for a memorable evening.
Author's Note (June 28, 2014): This collection is dedicated to Stella, my awesome and supportive (and did I mention awesome?) writing partner. I work for a DJ company, and every Saturday from April to October, I'm at a wedding. One night after work, inspiration struck for this. Stella was with me every step of the way on it, and it wouldn't have been completed without her! Thank you, Stella!
The following oneshots are not connected to one another in any way, but all of them use this chapter as a beginning.