A/N: Yooo, Nice to see you if you're reading this and thank you in advance for doing so! This is my first published fanfiction and it has taken forever and a day to upload it, as I wrote it a year ago and didn't bother with it haha. Well, please R&R I'd love to hear from you! Also, this won't exceed 8 chapters unless I say so hehehe. This is my first fic so it's really sucky and short:P. && Sorry that it's a mixture of 1st and 3rd person. Rated M for Lemons later on! Those with virgin eyes and imaginations DO NOT READ!

Haruhi's POV:

It's been nearly 6 months since I moved to America, along with Tamaki-senpai and the rest of the Ouran High School Host Club.

Although I have to admit I'm happy that they'd come all this way so as not to break up the host club, they got on my nerves on a daily basis. They never leave my house! And on more than one occasion, Hikaru and/or Kaoru had broken something.

Today, however, it had been easier than most days to get them all to go home. Well, except for Tamaki-senpai, who said (more like begged) he wanted to watch a movie with me before he retired to his own apartment right next door. He went on and on about how I studied too much and I never paid him enough attention. Idiot. I told him before we even got here that came to study not play. Even so… I couldn't refuse the puppy-dog eyes.

And I do suppose it could be true that we didn't see each other as much as couples should, and I guess I could say that—I missed him. He just irritated her so much that sometimes she forgot why she loved a fool like him. She did feel bad about thinking that though, because eventually she'd remember his sweet words and kind, boyish personality. How he'd always made her smile despite herself, and his contagious optimism. She'd never admit that to him though; at least not such an embellished version. He'd never let her forget it that's for sure.. But yes, she loved him. Very much indeed. I sighed and plopped down on the couch as he put the movie into the little DVD player beneath my medium-sized TV.

"What kind of movie is it senpai?" I asked, speaking around the handful of popcorn in my mouth. He turned and walked over to the love seat, plopping down next to me and throwing one long arm over my shoulder draping it over the back of the couch.

"It's an American romance." I cringed away from his body to glare at him.

"You know I hate romance movies Tamaki-senpai." I grumbled angrily.

"Haruuhhhhhiiiii! Don't look so scary! It was the only one I could find! And when I read the back it looked so beautiful I just HAD to rent it! Just give it a chance! Plus, it'd be a great way to improve your English!" I ignored his familiar routine, rolling my eyes. Romance movies were too cliché for me. It was always fall in love and live happily ever after. Yeah and then what? What happens after? Oh well.. Tamaki-senpai was a hopeless romantic, so she just learned to shrug off the doubts.

OoO

An hour into the movie, the couple had fallen in love and were in the woman's home when suddenly, Tamaki-senpai stretched and lifted off the couch; saying something about needing a drink. Within minutes of him leaving the room, the couple on-screen had taken their little affair to the bedroom. They had begun kissing feverishly on the bed and peeling off each other's clothes.

How weird it would be if Tamaki-senpai and I ever did such embarrassing things!

Only…would that be weird? A mental image of the both of us together skidded across my mind. Hmmmmm….

I gasped and heat leapt into my cheeks. Thinking that just now…. Could it be that it not only wouldn't be that weird, but I actually might want to have Tamaki-senpai touch me like that? With all that love…..?

Whaa—Shame on you for thinking such embarrassing things! The more I tried to push the thoughts away, the bigger and more frequent they became. Could it really be that.. I… wanted to have sex with him? I wanted to have do it with that lanky, blood-haired…..idiot?

I rose slowly and walked to the kitchen. Am I really gonna admit this to him? My legs are moving on their own. Do I really want this? It's too late to turn back. No. I…..want this. I want to show him that he means something. Instead of pushing him away, for once, I want to face him, and embrace him with everything I have.

What if he laughs? What if he doesn't want me? Shit! Its too late, I'm already here.

"S-Senpai—" His head lifted and he stared at me in surprise. He turned his full attention away from the tea kettle and cup that he was about to fill to train his violet eyes on me.

"Oh! Haruhi! I was coming right back!" I took a few breaths and regained my resolve as the words fell out.

I wanna do it with you Tamaki-senpai." I said finally. Well. There it was.

Mini Tamaki POV:

He looked at Haruhi, and it took him a second to register exactly what she had said. He had been too busy gazing into her beautiful large round brown eyes, framed by her now long and soft medium brown hair. W- wait—Did she just say-?!

Haruhi POV:

He looked at me a split second before his head launched back and blood flew from his nose. He'd fainted. JUST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

A/N: Ahhh Haruhi, blunt as ever I see. I hope it wasn't too OOC, I mean this topic would obviously call for a little bit a of difference in personality, but I hope I did an alright job of Haruhi so far! Well this chapter took me extremely long to type, I guess I just have a short attention span. Fufufufu. Well tell me what you think! And until next time, Case 3