AN: Sorry I'm a sporadic updater and the shortness of this chapter. But it's leading up to a bit of a confrontation between the two, perhaps an awkward Mori spilling his hidden feelings? I DON'T CARE I'M CHEESY ^-^
She'd had him playing chasey for weeks now. Whenever he got close she slipped out of his grasp, feigning ignorance at his presence, but the tell-tale blush on her rounded cheeks gave her away. He knew she was painstakingly aware of his presence, just like he was of hers. The host club room which once seemed big, appeared to shrink to the size of a shoebox when both of them were in it. The air became thick and he found it hard to breathe.
His mind churned images of the few moments which they had shared. Moments he had convinced himself meant more to him than they did to her. He found himself obsessing over her as he sat quietly at one of the tables within the host room, next to Hunny who was gorging himself on cake and a bunch of excitable female students.
He stared deep into a delicate porcelain cup of untouched tea. The black leaves which had escaped the wire strainer settled at the bottom on the cup. He glanced up every spare moment, his eyes trained on the brunette sitting with a gaggle of girls across the hall. He urged her in his mind to get up and dismiss herself for any reason. Any reason at all. So he could follow her and for once get her alone in this bustling, overpopulated place.
Half an hour paced of Mori sneaking quick glimpses of the object of his affection before he could take it no longer. His head swam and his skin burned with need for her. To be close to her, to talk to her. He wasn't happy with purely admiring her from a distance any longer. He scraped back the gilded chair which he sat in and made his feeble excuses to his company. He walked across the room, stopping just short of the back of Haruhi's chair.
She was unaware of his presence as she was deep in conversation with the girls about some commoner device. Mori placed his hands on her shoulders, her whole frame feeling unimaginably fragile under his grasp. She turned her head with surprise to look up at the dark man standing over her. Mori spoke in a low tone, little more than a murmur. "Haruhi, May I speak to you outside?"
That tell-tale blush rose to her cheeks again, but she turned back to her customers calmly and excused herself. She walked towards the door in that impossibly cute gait that made Mori have to hold himself back and push down waves of love and attraction for her. He walked behind her, not touching, but close enough to feel her warmth and smell the light scent of freesias on her skin.
AN: I'm only going to update when I get three more reviews just because I want to know I'm not just writing this for myself and would really love to hear peoples opinions!
