"Kyouya, your phone's ringing," called Fuyumi.

"Coming," he shouted back, wondering where he'd left the stupid thing. He hurried out of his room and down the hall to where his sister stood holding his phone.

"I found it in the sofa," she said as she handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking it. "Hello?"

"Kyouya?"

"Haruhi?" What did she want?

"Listen, Kyouya, I've got to ask you something," she said sounding very intense.

"What?" he asked cautiously.

"Don't get angry, Okay? I'm just speculating, but I think I just figured something out."

"Are you Okay?" Kyouya asked. Haruhi sounded breathless.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"So, what's up?" asked Kyouya, dreading the answer.

"Are you alone?"

"Uh, hang on." He walked quickly back to his room and shut the door. "I'm in my room."

"Alone?" she pressed.

Kyouya glanced over at his bed where a shirtless Tamaki lay staring vaguely at the ceiling. "Not exactly."

"Who's with you?"

"Tamaki."

"Oh, Okay." She sounded as if Tamaki didn't count.

"Alright, tell me what's up already," he demanded.

"Who is it?" mouthed Tamaki, sitting up and taking a slight interest.

"Haurhi," he whispered back, covering the phone as he spoke.

"What does she want?"

Kyouya shrugged.

"Please don't bite my head off for saying this, Kyouya, but it makes sense," she said a bit nervously.

Shit. She knows. She knows!

Kyouya's eyes were wide and he cursed himself for making Haruhi work for the Host Club. Why does she have to be so damn perceptive?

"Yes?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady. Maybe it'll be Okay, he told himself. Just because she knows doesn't mean...

"I think I know what's up with you two," she said slowly. She was a bit anxious about coming straight out and saying it to Kyouya even though she knew she was right.

"What's up with us?" repeated Kyouya, stalling even though it was against his nature. "Us meaning...?"

"You and Tamaki," she said.

"Me and Tamaki?" Kyouya asked, trying to sound as if she could not have paired two more random people.

"Yes."

"Well?" prompted Kyouya after a minute.

Haruhi took a deep breath. "You're together, aren't you?"

Even though he had known it was coming, Kyouya still felt a serious jolt in his stomach upon hearing Haruhi speak the words aloud.

"What is it?" asked Tamaki, standing up and moving towards his suddenly pallid boyfriend. "Kyouya? Are you Okay?"

Kyouya swallowed. "She knows," he mouthed.

Tamaki's eyes widened.

"Well?" Haruhi asked. "Are you?"

Kyouya closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and speaking, his grey eyes locked on Tamaki's lilac ones. "Yes."

"That explains everything," she said, sounding almost smug.

"I'm sorry," he said, ignoring her words. "Do you want to talk to him?"

"Why are you sorry?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"You seemed really upset earlier."

"I was worried about him," she explained, "but the real problem was that I had something in my eye." She gave a small laugh. "I'm happy for you guys."

"Really?" asked Kyouya, surprised and not entirely convinced.

"Of course. Well, I can't say I'm thrilled with Tamaki for not talking to me all summer, but now that I know what's going on, it all makes sense. I can see why you guys wouldn't want to talk about it. No offence, but your father's kind of psycho."

"None taken," said Kyouya vaguely, his head still reeling.

"Well, I'm glad I got that straightened out. I gotta run, lot's to do," she said cheerfully.

"It's Friday," Kyouya pointed out.

"So? I've still got homework. See you Monday!"

She hung up.

Kyouya closed his phone and slowly put it in his pocket.

"What did she say?" asked Tamaki.

Kyouya swiveled his gaze onto the blond and shook his head.

"I will never understand that girl."

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I felt kinda bad for Haruhi, so I hope any of her fans are a little happier with me now that she wasn't crying over Tamaki. These past two chapters are for kyoya16 who continued reading this after expressing a rather strong dislike for Tamaki/Kyouya. Thanks for the inspiration for these chapters! You probably didn't like them, but that's Okay; they makes me happy.

OH and P.S. I forgot to mention this earlier. Just like With or Without You, this is named after a U2 song that I think fits the idea for the story. Look it up on youtube or something; it's a great song.