Ladies and Gentlemen, The Host Club is now open for Business!

"I've been thinking," Haruhi thought out loud, "We should get some new members."

"What?" Tamaki replied, flabbergasted. He lifted his head off of Haruhi's lap and stared at her. She held a thumb up to her lips, in deep, serious thought.

"Well," Haruhi shrugged, "Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai have to focus on their college studies. Universities are much harder than high school and their families expect them to do well."

She reached down to her lunch box and grabbed a simple bologna and cheese sandwich. Haruhi had decided that as long as she lived in America, she would try their cuisine. However, the cooking styles were very different. So, she had to start with the basics. Tamaki sulked, his stomach rumbling. "Where's your lunch?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow.

"I thought you'd make me some." He whispered. His green eyes dropped down on his hands. Haruhi sighed as she handed him the rest of her sandwich. Like a happy puppy, he took the food and smiled. "Thank you!"

"Now, about the Host Club, we'll definitely need to find replacements, but we won't have to rush into it. Also," Haruhi paused, unsure if she should complete the thought. Instead, she looked out over the school campus. The two of them had been sitting together on the roof of the academy. Out in the bright summer day, people were walking around the sidewalks, students sat under trees studying, and the Hitachiin twins were in the middle of a water fight. Kyoya was there was well, avoiding them.

Tamaki reached over and grabbed Haruhi's hand. "What is it?" He lifted her knuckles to his lips. She blushed and pulled away. Uncomfortable with the sudden gesture. Tamaki's laugh was his apology. "Now, tell me, or I will embarrass you in front of everyone." The glint in the green of his eyes was enough for Haruhi to believe him.

"Well, you see, I figured we could expand the Host Club…" Haruhi blushed even more than before. When she dropped her head, Tamaki tilted his so that he could look in her in the eyes. "And since everyone already knows me as a girl, well, I can't be a host in the club…unless…that is," Haruhi coughed, "Unless, I was a girl host."

"No," Tamaki frowned. "Nope. I will not share Haruhi."

"It would be no different than you," she argued. "I sit and talk to boys, you sit and talk to girls." She shrugged, "I don't see what the problem would be."

Tamaki lifted his hand and held her chin. His eyes were serious, "Because, I don't want you talking to other boys. I'm a spoiled brat." Haruhi's gaze was stern, showing him that she wasn't going to give up. He smirked, "Haruhi, don't make this difficult."

"I want to be a part of the club," she reasoned, "I…," her voice wavered. Tamaki's grip on her chin squeezed gently, pursuing her to continue. "I don't want you talking to other girls," she choked on the truth, "So, I need a reason to be there to watch you."

"Are you saying that you'd be jealous?" Tamaki teased. Haruhi nodded her head and grimaced from embarrassment. "You could always be a customer."

"But, I can't!" Haruhi argued. "I can't be a customer. That would make me just like the rest of them. I want to be different in Tamaki's eyes."

This would be the second most embarrassing moment in Haruhi's life where she had to reveal emotions. (The first being when she told Tamaki she loved him). She hated talking about them. They made her blush and feel awkward and—

Tamaki's lips pressed against hers for a gentle two seconds. Haruhi counted in her head, the only response she could manage due to the shock. When he pulled away, he smiled, "You'll always be different in my eyes." Haruhi blushed and looked away. The school bell rang for the next class.

Standing, Haruhi grabbed her lunch box and kept her eyes off of Tamaki. "Come on, we can't be late for class."

Tamaki laughed. Haruhi stiffened in response to Tamaki's arm draping around her shoulder from behind. His face turned in so that his lips were barely on her ear. "I love you," he teased. She backed away, Tamaki only laughed. "All right, to class, I understand. But Haruhi," she looked over at him, he had his hand stretched out towards her, "Can we at least hold hands?" Haruhi reached her hand out and allowed his fingers to intertwine with hers.

It was the least she could do.

After all…

She loved him too.

A month of planning was all it took, from finding an available room after school to gaining the headmaster's approval. Finally, the Host Club was open for business.

"I must say, it appears like we have never left Japan," Kyoya whispered, going through calculations on his notebook.

Haruhi looked over, having missed what he said. "What?"

"Nothing," Kyoya replied, a tweak of a smile on his face.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki stood up waving a hand, "Come over here!" He sat among a group of American girls, all of who were absorbed in the prince's natural radiance. It was no different than Ouran.

Walking over, she carried along a tray holding a set of teacups. The elegant glasses had been ordered first-class by Kyoya in preparations for the introduction of the new Ouran Host Club.

Setting down the tray, Haruhi stood up straight and smiled at the girls. "Hello," she replied. "I hope you are enjoying the group."

Each of the girls eagerly nodded their head. Of course, they were focused on Tamaki, who was in turn, focused on Haruhi. "Enjoy your time. Please visit again," Haruhi replied, naturally honest. Even though she was no longer playing a male, her experience at Ouran had made her charming enough to make the girls blush. She went to leave for her own table, observing the rest of the room.

The Hitachiin twins were standing up in front of their guests. Playing their first round of "Which one is Hikaru?" game. Haruhi laughed as the girls guessed and guessed, stating their reasons. Of course, Haruhi knew. Hikaru was on the left, and Kauru was on the right. She could tell them apart instantly.

While Kyoya remained focused on his notes, girls were arriving for their next appointment. Haruhi sat down in front of one of the few males that had signed up. Mentally, she sighed and scolded herself. She should've known that getting boys to join would be a slow and difficult process.

"Hello," she smiled at the customer. He sat there nervously, a deep blush already on his cheeks. "My name is Haruhi."

"Hey, I'm Sam." If it was possible, the kid had a deeper shade of red form along his cheeks. He was staring down at the ground, light shining across the lens of his glasses. "So…uh…what exactly is this club for?"

"Well," Haruhi shrugged, "We talk. About anything. What is it you want to talk about?"

"I've never talked to a girl. What am I supposed to talk to girls about?" he asked. Haruhi sat up straight. This was new for her. She was used to males who were very comfortable with talking to girls. He was shy.

"Hmm," Haruhi thought for a moment. "Well, you can tell me what you like to do? I'm new to Boston. I'd like to know about it."

"Really?" Sam asked, lifting his eyes up. Haruhi gave him a comforting smile. She was acting natural, just like she did back at Ouran when she had to be a boy. "There's a lot to see. Boston's real great and all. But, I like the country side more."

"What do you do there?"

"When I was younger, I visited my grandparents who had a farm. It was neat. I got to milk cows and get the eggs from the chickens." Haruhi smiled. Sam was loosening up pretty fast. "In fact, it made me want to be a veterinarian." Then, Sam leaned back, shocked with himself for talking so much. "You're pretty sly." Haruhi tilted her head, watching as the blush reappeared on Sam's cheeks. "No girl has ever made me talk like that before."

Haruhi lifted her hand up to her head and laughed, "Back at Ouran, I had to be a Host, but they didn't have girls. The only way I could repay them though was by being a Host, so I just posed as a male."

Sam lifted his head and raised his eyebrows, "Really?" He pushed a hand through his brown hair, "No way. No wonder it's so easy to talk to you."

"Is there a girl you really want to talk to Sam? Is that why you came here to practice with me?" Sam blushed, looked away, and shrugged. Haruhi smiled, "Well, I hope you'll come again. So, you can work on talking to girls. Maybe, you'd be a good host too. Believe it or not, there are girls who like boys that are shy."

"What?" Sam looked incredulous. Haruhi laughed. "Are you serious? Girls like that? I thought they always went for the assertive type."

"Nope," Haruhi smiled. "One thing that the host club taught me was that people are different." Her eyes traced unwillingly over to Tamaki, "You might fall for someone you might not consider at first." She turned back to Sam, "Love comes when it does. Someone will love you too."

"Too?" Sam asked. "So, someone already loves you?"

"Yes, and that would be me." A boy suddenly sat down in the empty seat. "Hello there, Haruhi. My name is Wes." The new customer smiled at her past the long strands of black hair. He sat there with his arm resting on the back of the chair, a confident look in his eyes.

Sam suddenly bent his head and looked down. His shoulders hunched up in embarrassment. Haruhi sat there unimpressed as Wes leaned forward. "So, Haruhi, I've been trying to talk to you for almost two weeks now. But, you're always surrounded by your friends there. I decided this was the only chance I would get to talk to you."

Placing a hand up against his forehead, he sighed, "I love you, Haruhi. You're beautiful." Haruhi looked away, wondering exactly who was this guy. Suddenly, her hand was grabbed. She peered over back at the new customer. A determined look flashed in his gray eyes as he squeezed her hand. Suddenly he pulled her towards him. Shocked, Haruhi remained frozen at the close proximity of their faces. Wes smirked, before asking,

"Will you go out with me this Friday?"


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