It was nice to be out of the uniform and for the weekend

Confession: Chapter 7

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It was nice to be out of the uniform and for the weekend. To have a choice of what to wear. As I looked though my clothes, though, I noticed something was wrong. Dresses. Nothing but dresses of all colors. Pink ones, green ones, a blue one with polka dots, and many more. Something just screamed that my dad had set up this new wardrobe. I swore I had at least two pairs of cargo pants, some shorts for the summer, a few blouses and t-shirts. This was only two weeks ago, before Hunny-senpai dropped that plate. "Very funny!" I yelled.

Nothing.

"Yes, Dad, I'm talking to you."

Silence.

"I want my clothes back. Otherwise…otherwise," I began, "I'll go shopping my pajamas."

"I don't understand," he finally replied from somewhere else in the house.

"Yes, you do. Give me back my clothes," I said in a firm, no-nonsense tone. I saw how Tamaki and my father were similar. I knew that they would both play dumb in this situation just to see me wear a dress. I was hell bent on not wearing dresses, it's just today wasn't a dress day for me.

"Haruhi," he cried, "you have clothes!"

"Dresses, just dresses." I heard him shuffling around in his room. That's where the loot was.

Maybe he wasn't aware of how much I remembered. Did he still think I was a helpless amnesiac? Even though, I was a little still. Sort of. "What's wrong with dresses?" He asked, standing in my doorway as I looked around my room.

"Nothing is wrong with them. It's just that I know—"

"You don't like the dresses I bought you?" he asked, genuine hurt in his voice.

"No, I do, but—"

"Then what's the problem?" he wondered.

I groaned. He was totally trying to make me guilty and confuse me. Aruging and pleading for my pants and shirts was not worth it. "Never mind." He left. Instead of bothering with pants and shirts, I looked through what I had and tried to figure out something I could wear to just to the grocery store and back. After a few minutes, I finally pulled on an orange sundress and a white sweater. I didn't want to get all dressed to do chores.

Twelve minutes later, I was seriously regreting wearing this dress. Riding a bicycle on a breezy day with a sundress was a recipe for disaster, I was pedaling with both feet at first and trying to keep my knees together while balancing my bag on the left handlebar. Three minutes later I was only holding one side of the handlebars and my other hand was in my lap, holding down my dress so it wouldn't go up when the wind blew. For a second, I considered sidesaddle, like on a horse, but I was wondering how I would contort my body to have both feet on the proper pedals.

The automatic doors slid opened and greeted me with a cool rush of air. Now I had wished I was wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt. I decided to grab everyting I needed and go. I went down one aisle grabbed a few things I needed, down a few more while walking at brisk pace to keep my body temperature above zero degrees. I shuffled through my coupons at the end cap of one aisle looking to make sure I had everything, and then double checking my list. I had everything except for eggs, which were in the back of the store. "Just my luck," I muttered.

As I walked to the back of the store, something in the front made a loud crashing noise, followed by some clattering, and then apologies from a person. That didn't stop me in my tracks for long, and I made my way to the eggs, grabbed a carton and walked toward the front of the store as fast as I could. I purchased all of my items, had them in the bag I brought with me and as now trying to balance that on my handlebars, making sure the things like eggs and bread weren't going to get crushed. I got on the bike myself when I heard my name. "Haruhi, Haruhi!"

I looked back to see who was yelling for me. "Tamaki?" I asked.

"Hi," he said, looking just as out of breath as I had been when I was running to the bus stop. "I have a car…it looks like a struggle to ride that bike in a dress." He took a second to kind of admire my dress.

"I can't really leave the bike behind," I replied.

"We can stick it in the trunk or something."

"Wait, how did you know I was here anyway?" I asked.

"Kyoya," He said. I felt goosebumps creep up the sides of my arms, down my back and even on my thighs. I felt my eyes widen and my heart beat increase rapidly. "I had him call your father and ask."

"Oh." I pushed my bicycle up to the car, which was similar to Kyoya's, and attempted to put it in the trunk. Finally we got it to fit in and he shut the trunk gently and opened the door for me. I got into the car, buckled myself in and waited for Tamaki to do the same. "So…what's the emergency?"

"I told you before the weekend that I needed to talk to you," he said in a low voice.

"Oh, yeah, what did you need to say?" I asked.

"Do mind if we stop somewhere before I tell you?" he asked.

"No, I guess…"

It was about five minutes before we finally arrived at a park where small children were playing, people were eating out of picnic baskets and families walking around in the garden. The car parked and Tamaki opened the door, got out and looked at me like I should do the same, so I slid out and followed him to a shady tree where we both sat down. He let out a large sigh. "What's wrong?" I asked finally.

He grabbed my hands and said, "First, I want to know that I'm sorry. Really, really sorry."

"About what?"

"I lied to you, and I'm really sorry because I never meant to it just came out before I could stop it. After I c-couldn't really stop it."I sat and stared as he stuttered some more. "I was never dating you. I told you because I liked you—I still do—and I kind of took advantage of you."

"Why didn't I realize it…?"

"I'm not sure, but it was eating me away, and Kyoya threatened to tell you if I didn't," he explained. Kyoya.

"Oh."

"I told the others not to tell you when they asked me about it in the hall outside your hospital room. It's my fault, all of it, so don't blame them, please," he continued. He rambled more about how he was still sorry and how he wished that he had never done it. I began to drift as he continued. Why would Kyoya, of all people, threaten to tell me what Tamaki was doing. He didn't owe me anything and he definitely wasn't the type to do a favor out of the kindness of his heart. Or so I thought.

"Tama…Tamaki," I said, cutting into the middle of his speech. "I know you're sorry, but I need to leave, I need to go." I dropped his hands and stood up slowly. He stood up quickly grabbing my shoulders and trying to stop me from waking away. I looked up at his face, which was a mix of confusion and guilt. I stood on my tiptoes and felt my lips brush his cheek momentarily and he dropped his hands away from me. Walking away from him, I felt some part of my stomach drop down like when you first lie to your parents, or you have to keep a huge secret from your best friend. I knew that it wasn't that I had done something wrong. That feeling was some sort of anxiety. Why did Kyoya care so much?