Haruhi Fujioka-Suoh was mad. With a capital "M".
For some unknown reason Tamaki had been avoiding her for the past few days, ever since he left at four o'clock n the morning to go to Kyouya's. Haruhi was wondering if he really had visited Kyouya's and not some woman's. She wouldn't put it past him anymore, the more she thought about his shenanigans back when they were all the famous host club.
Haruhi tried to tell herself that it was hormones that were getting to her head, and tried to dismiss the thought of Tamaki cheating on her for a more beautiful woman. It was crazy, and she was being over emotional. But the more she thought about it the more it seemed true.
Where are you Tamaki Suoh? Haruhi stood up from the chair was lying in and walked towards the door, which she slammed open, knocking his portrait off the wall. Haruhi chuckled without humor. He wouldn't be too happy about that…
"TAMAKI!" she shouted into the vast hallways, and heard a scurry of footsteps go from one room to the next and she walked faster, almost in a run.
She felt her right hand ball into a fist as she crashed the door open to the study, only to find Tamaki looking through books about parenting.
"You jerk!" Haruhi cried, running at Tamaki, who looked up with a look of shock. He held out his arms as Haruhi came crashing into his arms.
"What the heck are you doing!?" Tamaki stared at his wife in shock as she beat her delicate fists against his chest. She may have looked skinny and weak, but she was a firs fighter.
"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" Haruhi looked into Tamaki's eyes, which showed shock, and then hurt.
"Why in the world would I do that?"
Haruhi felt the tears well up into her eyes. She knew it was the f-ing hormones getting to her and she quickly swiped them away, trying to keep her stern and angry look.
"I'm not cheating on you," Tamaki looked down at her in confusion.
"You're not?" Haruhi stopped, amazed. "I'm not too bad for you?"
"Of course not! No other woman could ever live up to you!" Tamaki raised his eyebrows in a questioning look.
"But you went out the other morning, and have been avoiding me since then…" Haruhi pursed her lips.
"Kyouya told me to leave a woman alone when they're hormones are raging out of control," Tamaki scratched his head.
"That may have been for Midori but I need my husband!" Haruhi stamped on his foot, making him wince.
"Okay, okay, I won't do anything behind your back ever again and I will not ignore you anymore!" Tamaki held up his hand in a Boy Scout solute.
"Thanks, Tamaki…" Haruhi leaned forward and their lips were about to meet when suddenly Haruhi struggled from his arms and ran towards the bathroom in the study.
"Haruhi! Are you all right!" Tamaki bounded towards the door, knocking softly.
"Leave me alone!" Haruhi called, giving a retching noise.
Tamaki sank to the floor, holding his head.
How did I ever think I understood women...?
A/N: Did it sound too forced? I think it did, and I could have done better. I really want your help! If anyone has ANY ideas please tell me. PLEASE!!! I'm dying here! Tell me your ideas when you review! I hope you enjoy!