I don't own Ouran blah blah blah and now for the Host Club Party and more...

The party was just what Haruhi expected, over the top, extremely fancy and expensive. She muttered the words 'rich bastards' a lot that evening, bet it when she saw the intricately detailed ice sculptures dotted around the snacks tables or when she saw guests eating caviar and smoked salmon as if it was as cheap as dirt.

In the moments Haruhi had to herself, she looked around the large room at the extravagant decorations while she nibbled at the tasty and exotic snacks (not forgetting expensive alcohol). She wondered how Kyouya could possibly afford to put all of this up and still profit from it. Knowing Kyouya he would have some plan, be it auctioning the hosts' personal possessions or selling books of edited pictures of the various host members.

'Hello Haruhi,' giggled one of the girls shyly, 'are you still Mori-Senpai's girlfriend?' Haruhi didn't understand how they could still be shy around her even when they knew she was a girl.

'Uh... yes,' she replied, why did this want to know anyways? Her silent question was answered when the girl's face dropped a bit and she walked away crestfallen. Haruhi laughed quietly to herself, another disappointed Takashi fan.

'Do you not mind that he is hosting with other girls?' another voice asked. Haruhi jumped. Where did all these girls keep appearing from?

'No, not really. He's doing it for Huni-Senpai, I wouldn't want to get in between them,' she answered matter – of - factly.

'KYAAAAAAAA!' squealed the girl and her friends who had appeared behind her, 'that's so sweet of you!' in general they weren't bothered that Takashi had a girlfriend, they nearly all had boyfriends themselves but they liked coming to the host club to be flattered. There were the occasional people who got jealous of her and she hated it when Takashi got the backlash of their hatred.

As the night wore on, Haruhi became more relaxed in her surroundings and dress. I was probably due to the slow but steady amount of alcohol that was entering her body.

Eventually the girls all left through the large oak doors, giggling at the slightly merry Tamaki bowing deeply to them as they left.

'Farewell my sweet princesses, I hope to see you every day at this club so I can gaze upon your beauty.'

The hosts all relaxed onto the sofas while maids tidied up, sipping yet more wine and champagne and they chatted about the success of the party and how many future guest they would soon have to the Host Club, everyone except Kyouya was tipsy by now. Haruhi sat giggling childishly leaning against Takashi who although didn't show any signs of drunkenness felt very lightheaded and surprisingly happy. Kyouya noticed everyone's out of the ordinary behaviour, especially Tamaki who just lay on the floor grinning stupidly at the ceiling.

'I suppose I better take this idiot home,' he sighed and left the room dragging Tamaki by the collar of his shirt, he did not seem to notice.

Another half hour passed, everybody was quite drunk and the only conversation taking place was garbled and had almost no meaning. Haruhi and Takashi were gazing into each other's eyes in a stupor. Huni noticed.

'Kaoru, Hikaru let's leave,' he declared and stumbled to his feet. Haruhi and Mori were kissing now.

'Eeeew, that's disgushting,' Hikaru slurred and retreated from the room, the twins leaning on each other for support. Huni started to skip after them but fell over his own feet so decided to walk. Even Huni lost his balance when he was drunk, even if he was a martial arts champion.

Haruhi and Takashi were oblivious to the fact people had left the room, or had even been there in the first place. Haruhi felt dizzy but was happy with Takashi even if her dress had hitched up all the way to her hips. She could feel Takashi's had on her leg and he pulled her closer to him. Under normal circumstances Takashi and Haruhi would never do what they did next but they were too drunk to think straight about what consequences there could be.

The next morning, 6:30am

Haruhi opened her eyes and gazed around in confusion. What was she doing on a sofa? Why was her dress on the floor along with a pair of black trousers? God, her head hurt! Then she heard breathing and realised pair on long, muscular arms were embracing her, everything from the night before came back to her. It didn't bother her that Takashi was sleeping next to her half naked but she knew where she was and what the consequences would be if they were found.

'Shit!' she muttered to herself. 'I need to get home before dad gets back from work.' She quickly slipped out from Takashi's arms and put her uniform on in the dressing rooms then shook Takashi awake. He grunted and rubbed his head before his eyes opened in shock. Haruhi held his trousers out for him, a sheepish grin spread across her flushed face.

'l- last night,' he stammered guiltily, while tugging on his trousers.

'I had fun,' Haruhi spoke to her shoes then she looked up at him with her large brown eyes, 'I've got to go home and get washed,' she kissed him on the forehead and hurried home leaving a blushing Takashi standing dumbstruck in the middle of the room.

Takashi groaned at his stupidity even though he didn't regret what had happened. He ran home, hopefully nobody had missed him. If they had he would say he stayed at Huni's house. He could trust his cousin to keep what happened last night a secret. If people found out what had happened it was likely Haruhi could lose her scholarship.

Hello! Hope you're still reading. Haven't I bored you to death yet?

Stay tuned for the next chapter dun dun dun :P