She had always looked up to him. He'd always been there, for her and her family.
He was there to comfort Tamaki when Haruhi was giving birth to her. He was there to witness her first word. He was there to catch her when she was learning how to walk. He was there to aid her bruised knee when she fell over. He was there to help her with any homework she was troubled by. He was there to hug her when she was worried about something or upset. She told him things she wouldn't dare tell her parents. In a way he was like a second father, or a best friend.
Since Tamaki didn't have any siblings, Amaya would call the Host Club members her uncles. They showered her with gifts any child would want. Hani (and Mori) gave her cakes and sweet treats (well Mori was actually telling her not to eat too much at once). Hikaru and Kaoru gave her the latest fashions imported from foreign countries (as well as Japan). However she did not accept any gifts from Kyouya. All she wanted was for him never to leave her and always love her (like a daughter).
But that was when she was younger. As she grew she became disconnected with her family and started to hang around with her friends more. She became so much girlier, always putting on make up. Even Tamaki started to seriously make sure his (real) daughter didn't have a boyfriend, or do any 'naughty' things behind his back. Her parents became protective a lot.
And then she started to hang around with the wrong crowd. She knew it was wrong to be involved in drugs, so she steered well away from them. Her group of 'friends' thought she was being a 'chicken' so they started to torment her. Every day she thought they would say sorry, but who was she kidding? You're meant to apologize to them and do as they say.
But one day it got too far. They cornered her in an alley and started to punch her, and kick her. They left her there for hours. Her parents thought she was at the park like a 'good' girl. She managed to stagger home, her blonde curls had been stained red and her clothes had been ripped here and there. She wouldn't let her parents talk to her or wipe her tears. She shut herself up in her room that night, trying to keep in her tears.
Then he came in. He held out a white box with a big red '+' on it. A first aid kit. She let him clean her wounds up and plaster them. He did not say a word, knowing she did not want to talk about what had happened. After all her injuries had been taken care of she hugged him tight. Yes he was like a guardian angel. Yes he was always there for her. But that night, on the 25th of December, Christmas morning, he had let her down. She could never trust him. The halo on that angel had dimmed.
A tear dribbled down her watery lavender eye as she watched her mother and Kyouya share a passionate kiss.
