Disclaimer/AN: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. I don't own Paramore's lyrics either. Whoo! Go me! I'm actually trying this! YAY! (Smiles really big)
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I thought I'd drop you easily, but that was not meant to be.
Stuck on you till the end of time, I'm too tired to fight your rhyme.
Stuck on you till the end of time, You've got me paralyzed.
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Haruhi lay on the bed, basking in the after-sex glow that she worked so had to achieve. Panting and sweating, she realized that there was nowhere else she would rather be than right here, right now surprisingly, with Tamaki.
She loved the way he made her feel, and she had tried a few other guys before daring to try Tamaki. She thought that she wouldn't hit it off with him, that he would be too overbearing for her likes.
But for once, she was happy to have been wrong.
He made her feel special, pretty, like she was just so perfect. He made her feel complete.
He was just perfect himself wasn't he?
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She was so beautiful to him, Tamaki lay next to her watching her eyelids flutter closed. Her hair was soft, the only thing he wished would change about he was her aversion to being feminine all the time. He worked with it though.
She was feminine for him though. That counted to him more than her being feminine out in public.
No-one else deserved to see her this way but him.
An: WHAT THA HELL?!?!?!?! Where is this fluff COMING from? GAWD!