Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club in any shape or form! OHSHC belongs to the amazing Hatori Bisco! Nor do I own the song "Wedding Dress" by Taeyang or Taeyang himself! .. Sadly. I mean have you seen him? … Anyway, on with the story.

-The lyrics are the English Translation to the Korean version of the song. I felt the Korean lyrics fit the story better than the English.


How did this happen? Kyoya Ootori was the Shadow King of the Ouran Host Club. He was the one that's supposed to have a mastery of his emotions. He was the rock in the ever thundering storm that is the host club. A cool calculating man with his heart encased in ice. That all changed in an instant, the moment She walked through those double doors. Wearing her fathers clothing and looking so shaggy. Even with those huge glasses covering half her face, Kyoya could see her big brown doe eyes and the soft angle of her jaw. While everyone else believed this to be a boy. He knew different.

To this day, no one knew that it wasn't his private network of information that informed him of her gender, but his instinct. Suddenly everything his father had told him about merit didn't seem to matter anymore. Though he'd never admit to it. Haruhi Fujioka had turned his entire world upside down.

Now he stood in front of a floor length mirror unconsciously taking as long as possible getting ready as Tamaki ran around the room like a chicken with it's head cut off. Kyoya lost himself in thought as he carefully buttoned his shirt.

Some say it's not over, till it's over

But I guess this is really over now

~Flashback~

That very first day as he watched Tamaki blow in Haruhi's ear, Kyoya had honestly hoped that Tamaki was subconsciously coming on to Haruhi thinking she was in fact a he. He knew his hopes were dashed though, the moment Tamaki found out Haruhi was a girl. Seeing the look that crossed Tamaki's face as Haruhi stepped from behind the curtain, dressed in her new uniform said it all. The Host Club King had, as dense as he was, instinctually knew Haruhi for the girl she was.

Hiding his frustration at the possibility of having lost to his best friend once again, he spoke what was truly on his mind. " Well, isn't this an interesting development.."

~End Flashback~

There's something I gotta say before I let you go

Blinking, the shadow king became aware that Tamaki was standing behind him talking to him. "Kyoya. Kyoya, are you okay?". Meeting his best friend's gaze in the mirror, he replied as he buttoned his sleeves. " Hmm? Oh, yes. Did you want something?" The blonde raised an eyebrow in question at his friend. "I've been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes. Since when does the legendary 'Shadow King' day dream? Anyway.. Honey and Mori called. They're on their way now. " Looking up from putting on his cuff links Kyoya smiled halfheartedly, though Tamaki took no notice of it. "I told you they wouldn't be late. It's you're big day. We've all been waiting for this. Besides you baka .. They're your groomsmen."

Listen

Trying to block out his friend as he rambled on about how perfect he and Haruhi were, Kyoya pulled on his vest and lost himself in thought once again as he fixed his tie.

When you have a fight with him

Sometimes you cry

And feel sad and blue, I feel hopeful

~Flashback~

When they had taken that trip to Okinawa, he had made arrangements for the clients to come along. He made the excuse that they'd all been looking forward to it, but the truth was.. They had no clue before he had mentioned it. He just hadn't wanted Haruhi to feel awkward wearing a swimsuit in front of the other hosts. When Hikaru and Kaoru had come up with that absurd game of theirs, Kyoya had supplied the pictures he'd gotten from Ranka but no one seemed to have noticed that he hadn't played along. He had known better than that. Haruhi would not be pleased with any of this if she were to ever find out.

Watching Haruhi get tossed over the edge of the cliff had nearly killed him. He had wanted nothing more than to throw down his glasses and dive after her. Though it tore at his heart he let Tamaki go to her rescue. Watching as Tamaki walked up through the waves onto the beach carrying the small half drowned brunette; Kyoya briefly pictured himself cradling her in his arms. His feelings overpowering his reason, Kyoya had removed his shirt without a thought and wrapped her in it. Though Kyoya didn't agree with Tamaki on the fact she should have called them to take care of the trespassing boys. He had understood his best friend's worry.

He had just gotten a quick shower when Haruhi had come running into his room looking quite ill. Before he could ask her if she was alright, she'd ran into the bathroom. He almost laughed when she hadn't known it was him at first. All because of his damp hair, bare chest and no glasses.

~End Flashback~

My heart a~a~aches secretly

Then just a hint of your smile

Can make me fine again

The shadow king sighed to himself looking into the mirror, finding that he'd already fixed his collar and buttoned his vest while lost to his thoughts. Looking around the room Kyoya realized Honey and Mori had shown up at some point and were in the process of getting dressed. Every one seemed so, full of energy, so happy. He should be thrilled for his best friend and his bride-to-be and yet.. His heart was breaking.

To keep you from figuring out

How I feel about you

~Flashback~

"If you want to, you can always pay me back with your body."

His intentions when he'd thrown her on his bed, had been to show her at least why Tamaki had worried. "Surely you aren't so naive that you actually believe a person's sex doesn't matter? You've left yourself completely defenseless against me." But when he had her gently pinned to the bed beneath him, He was shocked and surprised not only with her reply, "You won't do it, Kyoya senpai. I know, because it wouldn't do you any good. You wouldn't gain anything from it." but that she looked up at him with those big brown doe eyes filled to overflowing with trust.. She had been right and wrong at the same time. She'd been correct that he wouldn't do it but, not because there was no gain to be had. Kyoya would never have done anything without her consent but what there was to be gained, would have been priceless to him. "Nothing to be gained from it huh? An interesting thought, in it's own way."

~End Flashback~

Cause then we would drift apart

I hold my breath, then bite my lips

Kyoya smiled faintly to himself, fingering the black magic rose boutonniere in his hand. It was silky to the touch and beautifully simple, just like Haruhi. Carefully pinning it to the front of his black vest. He still wasn't completely sure why, but Tamaki had insisted on planning so much about this wedding when Haruhi should have had a say. Though it had angered him that his idiot of a best friend should do this when it was supposed to be the bride's big day as well. Kyoya had held his tongue only because Haruhi had said it didn't matter, that it was only material things. What she hadn't known was Kyoya had at least made sure that she got the color scheme she wanted. Even if she only had a white bouquet, he made sure the Men of Honor and Groomsmen wore red like she wanted. He himself wore black and white to separate himself from the others but he'd chosen the simple almost dark as night red rose for his boutonniere.

Though Tamaki insisted on planning the wedding, Kyoya had taken it upon himself to play wedding planner along with the role of 'Best Man'. It had been a whole lot more work for him but, to make sure Haruhi was happy.. It had all been worth it.

Oh, please leave him and come to me

Just as Kyoya was slipping his wallet into his back pocket his cell phone lit up. Picking up his phone he saw it was a text from Kaoru. "Kyoya, it's urgent. Call me ASAP."


Author's Note: Hello again everyone! I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter of "Secretly" my first ever KyoHaru story! I've had the idea for this story for a good long while now. Please feel welcome to review! I love hearing from all of you.