The water hit the roof of Ouran, and outside crashing sounds made Haruhi cringe. Tamaki now sat holding her by his side, looking straight ahead of him, watching the water blur the window. She closed her eyes tight, and tried to speak. Nothing came out of her mouth, but a small warmth breath every few minutes. After what seemed like an eternity, Tamaki spoke.

"I can close the curtains if you like, you'll feel better if you can't see the storm," Tamaki said loosening him grip on Haruhi. Thunder grumbled outside, and Haruhi grabbed him arm and her nails clawed into his skin.

"Ye…yes." She whispered out as another crack of lightning flashed. Tamaki frowned, and slowly let go of Haruhi. When she was free of him, her body rolled back together and she turned her face into the sofa. Tamaki stood, walked slowly over to the curtains and held them for a moment.

"I can call someone Haruhi, if you want to be safe at home," Haruhi stay still and breathed heavily again. Tamaki sighed and simply closed the curtains. They blocked out the view of the outside, but the storm still screamed out and roared, filling the room with echoes.

"We should have left earlier," Haruhi managed to say," what time is it now?"

"Almost midnight, the others left a little more than an hour ago," he stated glancing at the grandfather clock to the corner of the room. The hand clicked away, and Haruhi grabbed the blanket from her side, wrapping it around herself.

"Your cold," said Tamaki.

"Yes, I'm cold," she said with a monotone voice.

"I'm going to call Kyoya to pick you up."

"No, I'm not going out there," Haruhi sharply and quickly stated. Tamaki froze, his hand on his cell phone. He slid his hand out of his pocket and walked toward the sofa.

"The storm isn't going to let up all night. I'll stay here as long as you need," Tamaki sounded anxious and a bit embarrassed. Haruhi started to let up and calm down while Tamaki stood by the window. Her breathing slowed, and she relaxed back into the seat, still inside the cocoon of her warm blanket. She sighed and shut her eyes trying to shut out the world once more. If she could have fallen asleep, she would have.

"We could play a a game, or listen to music, if it'd help." Tamaki sat next to Haruhi and waited for her answer. She opened one eye and looked at him for a moment, but then Haruhi grumbled something and was quiet again. In attempt to get her attention, he grabbed her blanket from her and playfully draped it over his head, smiling.

"Hey!" yelled Haruhi," give it back, I'm cold." Tamaki frowned and gave it back to her quickly, he hadn't heard her use that tone before. It was sharp and mean.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" he was cut off by Haruhi.

"What's the big idea anyway? First you treat me like trash, and now you have me in the worst situation. You know that I'm not fond of thunder, yet you kept me here until there was a full on storm! Considering that I'm angry at you right now, why in your right mind would you want to make me stay here with you! I don't want to be here!" Haruhi paused and looked at Tamaki. He backed away a little from her and his eyes stayed glued to the couch. Haruhi had snapped at him, and a tear slid down his cheek.

"I…I kept you here because I wanted to make sure that I could make today up to you…" he continued to look down and dusted his shirt in the silence of the room. Suddenly Haruhi felt guilt. She felt guilt about the way she had made him feel bad, now knowing that all he had wanted was to find a way to apologize to her. Tamaki continued to pick lint of his shirt as the storm settled down a little. Haruhi sat up and spoke.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you Sen-pai," she looked up him. He gave her a little look with puppy dog eyes and a smirk on the side of his face and smiled. It was nice to get to know what Tamaki was like without his ego or flamboyant personality hiding his true feelings. He had usually been so focused on himself, she thought, but maybe the whole time he had been using that to cover up how much he truly cared for people. Haruhi smiled as she stared at the handsome young man looking down to the floor.

"It's alright, I didn't mean to make your night go wrong. It's not so bad, you know, being here with you." Finally Tamaki looked up at Haruhi, who looked like a teddy bear with the fuzzy blanket around her face.

"I promise I'll make up for calling you names, anything you want, really," he said getting a little too close to Haruhi. Her eyes widened a bit at his movements, and started to notice how perfect his skin was. In the dim light of the lamps, it looked almost, angelic. He was offering her anything, and it was a truly genuine gesture. As he looked into her eyes, Haruhi felt a little more awake than she had just a few moments ago. Tamaki blushed a little and backed away.

"You could keep this a secret from the others," Haruhi said, her large eyes staring at Tamaki. She let her instincts overcome her at that moment.

"Whatever do you…" Haruhi quickly moved towards Tamaki and pressed her lips against his, his face turned a bright red, along with hers. Tamaki didn't back away though; he just stayed still for a moment before he fully realized what was happening. Tamaki grabbed her soft hair in his right hand and gave the kiss back. It wasn't something that he thought about, it was pure reaction to the moment. The instinct he felt from the moment he found out about Haruhi's true sex. He continued for a few more seconds, before pulling away and turning towards the wall.

"Tamaki I," Haruhi's face flushed, and she also turned towards the wall…