Like most of the students who attended Ouran Academy, Tamaki's family owned a limousine. It was black, and the interior resembled some elite nightclub. Personally, Haruhi thought it entirely ridiculous. However, she didn't complain; the walk up to Tamaki's hou—mansion would probably be incredibly long…

"Haruhi," Tamaki began, sitting down in one of the leather seats across from her, "what do you think of me?"

Haruhi, a bit stunned by his question, sat quietly for a few moments. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, senpai…" She replied sheepishly. "What are you asking?"

"I—I don't know." He breathed out heavily. "Whenever I'm around you, I feel carefree, happy…like a kid on Christmas morning. When I'm around you," he paused, " I feel like no matter how bad things may be…everything is going to be okay." At first, Haruhi didn't know what to make of Tamaki's confession, but a blush crept to her cheeks upon closely analyzing his words.

"Senpai I—" Haruhi cut off abruptly. "I remember when we were on vacation. We went to Kyouya's summer home. There was a thunderstorm that night. I was frightened, so I hid in the closet. But when you came in and talked to me…I felt better again. I wasn't so scared anymore. Everyone in the host club is really close to me; you guys are my best friends. You're really important to me."

I can't think of ever being without you guys…" Tamaki gazed steadily into her eyes. "And you make me happy too, Tamaki. Even though you can be childish and stubborn, there's a side of you so kind and so selfless… Sometimes I think you don't even know that side of you exists, but I can see—" Haruhi cut off abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Tamaki asked kindly.

"I didn't realize I was talking out loud…I'm sorry." Haruhi tilted her head down, blushing. Her hair fell down over her eyes as she had hoped.

"Sorry for what?" Tamaki inquired. "It makes me happy to how you feel, happier than you know. I'd listen to you all day." Haruhi lifted her eyes and found, startlingly, Tamaki's eyes, gazing back into her own. A smile graced his lips, and his posture had relaxed tremendously. Closing his eyes, he chuckled to himself for a moment.

"Is something funny?" She asked timidly, glancing up at him.

With his eyes closed, Tamaki resembled a young child, at ease, contented. Haruhi caught herself staring at his long, dark eyelashes, noticing how they made his eyes appear wider and more innocent. Finally noticing that his eyes were focused on hers, she looked away, embarrassed.

"No, I just realized something; it makes me very happy," he sighed, closing his eyes again.

"What?" Haruhi looked up and spotted a hint of amusement in Tamaki's expression. His lavender eyes gleamed somewhat maliciously.

"It was nothing. Just a thought," he replied carelessly. He folded his hands and leaned back into the seat.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" She grumbled, looking out the window at the speckled green landscapes.

"Oh, Haruhi don't be upset with me," Tamaki moaned melodramatically, blonde locks falling artfully around his face.

"If you'd just tell me what you were laughing about—"

"You called me 'Tamaki'."

"What? I'm not sure I understand."

"Haruhi, you called me by my name."

"I did?" Haruhi sounded terrified. Well, terrified for Haruhi…

"I like it," he smiled. "It's nice to be called Tamaki. It feels more natural." Just then, the limo pulled up at the Suoh main estate. She watched as Tamaki gracefully stepped out and held out his hand to assist her. Timidly, she took it and stepped out onto the steps of the main Suoh mansion.