Since this is the first chapter of this story that has been posted in 2013, it'll be a flashback one ^^

After setting up the couch to become a suitable sleeping spot, he pulled the covers around his body and stared at the ceiling. This was familiar. He knew the scent of her studio was very similar to that of her apartment back when she was living with her father. It was a pleasant scent, a homey scent. To him it was peaceful.

He tucked an arm under his head and let a sigh leave his lips. He wondered how they would have changed if they kept dating. Would they have continued in the same manner? Him helping her more than she needed, to the extent in which she began to become annoyed. Her not asking for his help when she clearly needed it. He listened to Haruhi's sigh as she shifted above and cuddled into her blankets. He smiled very faintly, remembering the time he had asked her out.

"Haruhi," he breathed out, suddenly nervous staring down at the petite girl who was concentrating fiercely on the text beneath her. Her eyes flickered up to his, shortly stealing her concentration. She smiled faintly.

"Yes, Mori-senpai?" she questioned, at the time he didn't know but she later admitted that her stomach fluttered whenever he said her name. It was so different from the others, softer and gentler when he spoke it. The others would shout it and extend it, torture it, while he would seem to caress it. Even though that was a thought, she spoke during one of their later dates.

"Takashi," he spoke suddenly, blurting it out as if he didn't even wish to say it. Haruhi looked at him in confusion.

"Mori-senpai?"

"No. Takashi."

"Takashi-senpai?"

"Takashi."

"Takashi?" He smiled at her, feeling relieved. It wasn't as difficult as he thought it was going to be. She smiled back. "What did you want to say?"

He was silent for the longest time, he noticed that her smiling was beginning to fade and confusion was taking in its place. "Would you allow me to take you out for dinner?" he asked quickly before the look of confusion grew even further on her face. He began to get nervous, his palms started sweating and he moved his hands to rest on his lap trying to keep them dry. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for quite some time before Haruhi smiled at him.

"Of course, Takashi," she nodded.

She knew that he had asked her out that day, as more than he had asked just a friend out that day, as more than just a friend. He wouldn't have told her to call him Takashi, nor would have been so formal when asking her. He was glad that he had asked her out that day, because the days following became more stressful for both of them and he probably wouldn't have been able to work up the courage afterwards to ask her out. He paused when he heard a blissful, quiet, sigh from above and a smile stretched on his lips. Then he frowned at himself. No. He should stop reminiscing. It would just further his want to go up and climb into bed with her. To fall asleep beside her again.

He rubbed his face. Okay, so maybe he was tired? Well, of course...but- Nothing. He moved his arm from behind his head to in front, covering his eyes. There is no excuse. When he lifted his arm groggily, light was very faintly drifting into the room. He heard the sound of feet softly moving down the stairs and looked at his watch. Seven. He feigned sleep for a while as Haruhi tiptoed up to the couch and peered over. He heard her release a sigh of relief before she tiptoed into the bathroom. He heard the shower running and he sat up. Stretching.

There was a silence as he folded the blanket and put them away once again. Should he? No. He yawned loudly, louder than most expected of him. He heard something drop in the bathroom and turned towards the door. Waiting to see if Haruhi was injured or just dropped something. A second went past before he heard something being set down. She had just dropped something. He began cooking, it was the least he could do for her. This was the second time he had slept in her house now.

Haruhi emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her neck as she rubbed her hair to dry it. Her eyes watched as he shifted the food onto two plates and handed one to her. A slight smile donned her lips as she was handed a fork and they ate at the breakfast bar in relative silence, saying good morning and other pleasantries.

"About your unemployment..." Takashi started, Haruhi threw him a look and it silenced him.

"I'm looking for a job, so that's the end of that," she spoke, having a feeling that he was about to offer her a job at his law firm. It made her feel as if they didn't think she was good enough to get a job on her own. His even stare broke her glare down before he continued.

"You are free to apply at my firm," he took a sip of his tea. Haruhi stared at him, her look going into that of anger. His dark eyes met hers and she opened her mouth to retort when he shook his head slightly. "That doesn't mean you'll get the job."

He stood up with his dishes and filled the sink with water and added some soap. Haruhi stared at him with her mouth open. He just offered her a job, but then said that she probably wouldn't get it. Her eyebrows came together as he reached and took her empty plate and washed it. "Are you saying that I couldn't get a job at your firm even if I tried?"

He didn't reply, just washed the pots he used and emptied the basin from the water. Haruhi took a sip of her coffee and let out a sigh. "That's rather rude."

"You would never apply if you thought I would just give you the job," he replied, his eyes flicking up to hers. Staring into them, before a faint smile appeared on his face. "Apply."

"So, if I do apply. I'll have to wait for an interview the average amount like the others, as well as if I do get an interview actually have a justifiable one, and then be treated like all the other employees?" she asked as he lifted his cup of tea and took a deep drink from it. When he lowered it he nodded.

"There are two interviews, one with the hiring staff and one with me," he explained holding up two fingers, lowering each of them as he told her.

"So, I have to impress you?" Haruhi asked, cupping her hands around her coffee and staring at the dark liquid. He made an agreeing noise and her caramel eyes looked up, amused. "That shouldn't be too hard."


Tamaki had called a secret meeting, without Haruhi nor Takashi, of course he didn't say it was a secret meeting. The twins sat beside each other, drinking their choice of coffee beverage, looking over some of Kaoru's latest designs. Kyouya sat, persistently on his laptop, clicking away at the keys. Sending off business emails to his employees at his law and medical facilities. Mitsukuni sat eating a piece of cake, wondering where the last two members of the Host Club where. Maybe they hadn't realized it was today. He pulled out his cell phone and fired off messages to them both.

Kyouya sighed, looking at his watch. "Shouldn't we start the meeting?"

"Haruhi and Mori-senpai aren't here," the twins said at the same time, looking up from a photo in Hikaru's hand. Tamaki shook his head.

"No! They aren't coming!" Tamaki said quickly, scooting his chair in closer and crossing his arms, making himself appear more authoritative. Mitsukuni blinked then looked down at his cell phone as he received a message from his cousin saying that he'd be there in a few minutes.

"Why not, Tama-chan?" Mitsukuni asked, wondering if it was a good idea to tell the two of them that there was a meeting.

"I wish to discuss what we are going to be doing about Mori-senpai molesting my daughter!" Tamaki said looking at them, as if they were crazy. "Didn't you get my phone calls?"

"Tono...that was four days ago, at four in the morning," Kaoru said, gathering the photos up and sighing. "If that's all you wish to say, I have more important things-"

"Molesting?" Hikaru said, as if he had just heard the word, "What are you talking about?"

"I was over at her house and I saw her albums! I thought they would be filled with her daddy, but I opened them and saw a bunch of pictures of you devil twins, Mori-senpai and Hani-senpai! I was grief-stricken, but then realized that I did go to France for most of university so obviously she didn't have me in a lot of pictures-" Tamaki began ranting, flailing his arms about as he described to them what he was doing and saw. Kyouya pushed his glasses up further and shut his laptop, silencing the blonde.

"He saw pictures from the period where Haruhi and Takashi dated, and instantly came to the conclusion that they weren't dating, he was simply forcing himself upon her," Kyouya finished the rest of his rant, in a way that was completely true, but it insulted Tamaki's intelligence all the same. Hikaru's emotion was hard to figure out to them, but they weren't about to focus their attention on him.

"He was, why would Haruhi love him?" Tamaki whined, "Why not me?"

"That's rather rude to Takashi," Mitsukuni spoke, seriously. "Takashi has points that Haru-chan quite likes in a companion, and as a boyfriend, Haru-chan thought those points were really important. You guys don't know the Takashi she does."

Tamaki slunk in his chair, suddenly feeling like a jerk and scared for the way that the smaller male was looking at him. Hikaru shook his head.

"It doesn't make sense," he muttered, leaning on his elbow, staring away from them. "They never showed interest in each other," it was silent, no one unsure of what to say, or was simply uninterested in the current topic in Kyouya's case. "Why didn't she tell me she was dating him?" Hikaru said suddenly, turning towards his brother. "You're taking this rather well."

"She didn't tell you," Kaoru said, more matter-of-fact than a question. "She said she was going to-"

"I did," Haruhi's voice spoke out suddenly, her hand rested on Mitsukuni's shoulder. She smiled down at him before looking up at Hikaru, "When we were at the park, you asked me if I was dating anyone, and I said 'No, I haven't dated anyone since Takashi.'" She turned her sight onto Tamaki, and he cowered away from her, scrambling over to Kyouya and grabbing onto his arm. "You guys seriously had a meeting to discuss my past relationship with Takashi?" they could see the pure rage in her eyes.

Kyouya stood up, his laptop tucked under his arm. "It was Tamaki's idea," he spoke smoothly, looking at her, "We were unaware of what-"

"Spare me," Haruhi spoke, holding up a hand towards him, "Either way, you guys still participated in this conversation."

Mitsukuni stood up, grasping Haruhi's sleeve, she didn't pull away but didn't look at him. "Where's Takashi?" he asked, his cutesy act gone.

"He heard something that Tamaki said and left," Haruhi snapped, her anger growing. Kaoru stood up and walked over to Haruhi and placed a hand on her arm. He murmured something to her and she nodded slightly. Her eyes flickered down to Mitsukuni, "You should go with Kaoru to see Takashi."

"You come too, Haru-chan," Mitsukuni said, turning to follow Kaoru. Haruhi shook her head.

"I still have something to say, but Takashi probably shouldn't be alone," she spoke, her eyes not looking back at Mitsukuni, instead staring at Kyouya with anger. Mitsukuni stood there for a moment before leading Kaoru from the store. "Kyouya, a word please," Haruhi stepped to the side. It was the first time Haruhi had ever commanded Kyouya to do something, and it shocked Kyouya into listening.