Hello. I hope everyone has a happy new year! Enjoy. In case I didn't mention it before, I will rewrite this entire story in 2015 when I finish the whole story because most of my chapters suck.

I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tamaki's POV

I lied on my bed watching Kyoya typing away on his computer as usual. From time to time I peeked up to see what he was typing and I was surprised that Kyoya would let me see what he was doing when he used to hate that I did that.

"What is that for?" I asked him, sitting up to get a better look at the screen.

"I'm keeping track of Haruhi's debt," Kyoya kept his eyes on the screen, not making even one mistake.

"Oh, right," I knew that he was keeping track of her debt, I just didn't know how he kept track of it.

"Why?" Kyoya continued. I didn't know why either, I was for the first time in my entire life, bored out of my mind.

"Just wondering I guess," I sighed in a depressed state. I felt groggy, tired like I haven't slept in days, and for the most part, done for. I heard Kyoya's phone go off, but he ignored it.

"You're never just wondering Tamaki, you're always seriously thinking of something," Kyoya pushed his glasses up with one finger and closed his laptop shut.

"I am? I do that? How long have I been doing that for?" I looked at Kyoya confused. I did that all of the time? Really?

"Yes you do that, you're probably doing it now and I'm pretty sure you've done it since you were born," Kyoya told me. I stayed confused but let it slide this time.

"Fine, I guess so," I shrugged and lied back down on my bed. It was very very very very very true that I over think things but I'm just thinking of all of the possibilities of what could happen in such a situation.

"Depressed much?" Kyoya ran his fingers through my hair. I sighed, not really feeling or being like myself. Now I knew what it was like for people who didn't find happiness in anything.

"I don't even know anymore," I sighed again, not really feeling the best. I stared at the ceiling with my hands on my chest. My breathing slow and for the most part calm, unlike how I was thinking. I heard Kyoya's phone go off for the second time.

"Jeez," Kyoya stopped and turned his phone off since it was obviously starting to annoy him.

"Who's that?" I turned and asked him. Usually no one tried to call him more than once but me.

"Who do you think?" Kyoya sighed. I stared for a moment not knowing what to say.

"Your dad?" I asked cautiously. Kyoya nodded and I wasn't really in such the calm state I was before. "What does he want?" I muttered propping myself up on my elbow.

"I don't know, I don't want to know," Kyoya mumbled quietly. I didn't want this to turn into something that made Kyoya scared.

"You'll be ok, I'll make sure of it," I tried my best to encourage him, taking his hand in mine.

"It'll be fine, not soon but at some point it will be," Kyoya told me while squeezing my hand.

"Someday everything will be perfect again," I dreamed.

"I wish, but don't get your hopes up," Kyoya warned me. I knew better than to get my hopes up but it was better to hope and dream than to drown in misery.

I know that this chapter is short and it may or may not have any point but please tell me how I did and if you liked it. Happy New Year! Please review!