Kyoya: 11
Mori: 27
Hikaru: 32
Kaoru: 17
Honey: 2
Tamaki: 1

Most people suggested I just put Honey in as the matchmaker. So that's what I'm going to do. This is your last chance to vote, since this is the last fluffy moment with a Host I will need to write. Oh, Tama-chan, your stupidity has finally lost to glorious knowledge.

Here's a tip to those of you who read my little notes after the actual tally: since the voting option wasn't up in Chapters 1 and 2, if you haven't reviewed them yet, you can go back and vote on those two chapters. Consider it as two extra votes. Actually, I will take any reviews from the chapters you haven't reviewed on. ;D Just saying!

However, I am still not taking guest reviews.

Haruhi was in the middle of studying when one firm knock on her door interrupted her. She blew her hair out of her face and tried to untangle her fingers from the ribbon so that she could actually open the door. It was Mori. It appeared that he was back to his normal self.

"Haruhi. We're watching the movie now. I managed to fix the electricity, but it will probably only stay on for a few hours."

Haruhi nodded, but frowned. That meant it would be cold again tonight. With any luck (as if she had any; she managed to get snowed in with the Host Club) it would be warmer tonight. The snow was melting so it was a possibility.

She hoped she could maybe stall until the power ran out. No, that wouldn't work... Tamaki would find a way around that. He would probably go to her house with the movie and a 152" 3D TV in tow. It was either watch the movie now or suicidal thoughts later.

"Alright. I'll come down later, Mori-senpai. Go ahead and start the movie."

"No. I'll stay here so you don't get lost again."

"Alright."

Haruhi put her books away and tied her hair back with the yellow silk ribbon. She put on a pair of house slippers and joined Mori. They made their way down to the movie theater in the Hitachiin Manor. Haruhi bit back her tongue to keep from cussing the entire time.

They took a seat in the front row. As soon as they did, Tamaki was there, assaulting them and telling them to come sit with him. Haruhi tried to get him to shut up, to no avail.

The rest of the Hosts were already there, except for Hikaru, who was busy getting some snacks. Haruhi sighed. She could have been studying right now. She would give anything to be studying.

Hikaru finally came back with at three bags of popcorn.

"I really didn't know how to make these, but I made them anyway. Here, we're all gonna have to share. I also brought some candy and soda."

"Ah, thank you, mon ami!" Tamaki replied happily.

Within five minutes, the Host Club was watching The Phantom of the Opera. Well, not necessarily the movie. Haruhi frowned as the previews for the latest movies coming out appeared on the screen. Hikaru or Kaoru had mentioned something about their theater being like a real movie theater. She watched as a sound test featuring explosions and voices came on. Apparently, there was surround sound too. Who would need surround sound for a musical?

Pretty soon, the movie was starting. Music box music played in the background while an auctioneer started blabbing on about "Lot 664" or something or other. Was the movie in black and white? Why in the world would the Hosts want to watch something in black and white? Why would some mustached guy spend thirty francs on a monkey? Who would want to buy a broken chandelier?

Yes, Haruhi was quite the critic.

Haruhi's "black and white movie" question was answered after the auctioneer started a bid for Lot 666. Loud pipe organ music blared through the surround sound speakers and all the dust was blown away, turning the movie into a color film. The music, to her, was quite annoying. On screen, dancers and singers bustled around getting ready.

At last, that horrid noise stopped, only to be replaced by a woman's voice screaming (strike that— singing) about a trophy and holding out a head. Then everybody started singing about Rome and elephants.

Needless to say, Haruhi didn't like the movie so far.

"Isn't it wonderful, Haruhi?" Tamaki said next to her.

"Shut up, Boss!" Hikaru and Kaoru hissed from somewhere behind her.

"It's not really that good. It's kinda boring."

"Haruhi, be quiet, or I'll add ten percent to your debt. We're trying to watch the movie."

"What? They were talking first!"

"Your debt has been raised by ten percent."

"Be quiet, Kyo-chan!"

"Ah. Mitsukuni is right. Everyone quiet."

Everyone shut up after that.

Next, Christine and Raoul were singing about "Little Lotte."

"Do they mean Carlotta?" Tamaki asked Haruhi.

"No."

"That's another ten percent to your debt, Haruhi."

Haruhi just rolled her eyes.

Soon, a voice was singing about an insolent boy who was a slave of fashion, basking in Christine's glory. The voice was coming out of nowhere, rather than leaving to get the police, Christine just sang back. Really, Christine? Haruhi thought. It's a man's voice, in your room, and you're alone, but you just stand there?

Then the two of them walked down the hall to a horse. Again, Haruhi wondered where in the world the Phantom got the horse. Then where he got the boat... Then where he got all of those little trinkets in his mancave.

"What a creep," Haruhi grumbled, when the Phantom showed Christine the mannequin. Then she fainted and he put her in his bed. Haruhi frowned.

The rest of the movie continued on like this, with The Phantom, Christine, or Raoul doing anything and Haruhi judging every little detail.

Until they got to the cemetery scene.

Wishing you were somehow here again...

Haruhi's heart broke.

Wishing you were somehow near...

She tried not to cry.

Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed...

Tears threatened to spill out.

Somehow you would be here...

Haruhi put her face in her palms. There was no way she would let the Hosts see her cry.

Wishing I could hear your voice again, knowing I never would...

A tear came out her left eye. Then her right.

Dreaming of you...

She was silently sobbing by now, her shoulders shaking up and down.

Won't help me to do...

By now, her friends were staring at her.

All that you dreamed I could...

"Haruhi? Are you alright?" Tamaki's voice interrupted Christine. Haruhi nodded and looked over at the blonde. In the dim light of the screen, Tamaki could see her eyes were rimmed with red.

Just then, it clicked. Haruhi's mother... Christine's father...

Tamaki pulled Haruhi in a hug and stroked her hair.

"It'll all be alright, Haruhi."

Haruhi closed her eyes.

Help me say goodbye... Help me say goodbye...

The Hosts all walked out of the dim movie room together once the movie finished.

"So, Haruhi, did you like it?" The twins asked in unison.

"Yeah, it was really good. I think it's my new favorite movie. Even though I haven't seen very many... either way, it's still my favorite."

"In that case, we'll cosplay it once school starts back up!" Tamaki said with a flourish, trying to keep Haruhi's mind off of... that little moment earlier.

"Do you think Christine made the right choice, choosing Raoul?" Kyoya asked, pushing up his glasses as if to make sure they were still there.

"Yeah."

"No, of course not!" Tamaki spoke up again. "The poor Phantom! All he wanted was love! Everybody's looking for love, and the Phantom deserves it more than anybody!"

"No, he doesn't. He's just like everybody else. He thought he was above the law just because he loved Christine and would do anything for her."

"If I were in Christine's situation, I would stay with the Phantom!" Tamaki insisted.

"Okay, but keep in mind he only loved her for her voice," Haruhi held up a finger before Tamaki could object. "Also, he kidnapped, threatened, and murdered his way through the entire movie. If Christine say, lost her voice, The Phantom wouldn't have anymore use for her and kill her."

"That's not true! He knew she had a kind enough heart to love him!"

"But she didn't. Love him, I mean. And when she didn't, he threw a little hissy fit and went on to murder two men, kidnap Christine, and threaten to kill Raoul if she didn't stay with him. He gave her the... ultimate ultimatum." Haruhi smiled a little at her corny pun, while a few of the other Hosts told her how cute that was. In their heads, of course.

Tamaki was finally silent, having lost this debate.

Honey frowned a little at this exchange.

It'll happen soon, he thought. Tamaki's going to have to realize it sooner or later... It'll be interesting, to see how all of this plays out.

That night was warm enough for Haruhi to stay in her room on her own. She thought over the movie she had just seen. Her mother would have loved it. Her mother probably would have stayed in the Phantom. Just thinking about that song made her eyes pool with tears. She remembered her mother: her mother singing, laughing... she remembered her mother's nimble fingers dancing over the strings of the harp at the music store. They had never been able to afford one, and they had been saving up, but then...

Haruhi was up and heading towards the Hitachiins' music room before she had even made a conscious decision to. She did remember seeing a harp somewhere in there...

Tamaki hummed Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again in his mind as he stared up at the ceiling. Poor Haruhi... She was worse off than he remembered. She truly did miss her mother. But there was something to him that was off about that song. Something about his own mother.

Although, he certainly could not relate to Haruhi or Christine. There was actually a possibility he could see his mother again. He remembered Lady Eclair, his would be fiance from France. She had actually given him a call a few weeks after the Ouran Fair, telling him she knew where his mother was. They already had a scheduled date for him to see her again in a few weeks. He could hardly wait.

Remembering his mother, he smiled. He got out of bed, his fingers itching to play her favorite song. He walked down to the music room.

Haruhi hadn't played the harp ever since her mother died. Her relatives had always said she would grow up to become a musical prodigy. She had only laughed. She wasn't that good, and she could barely sing. Then her mother died, and she'd stopped. However, once you've learned something, you can't un-learn it.

She hummed the melody to herself as she played the song she had only learned today. When she finished, she closed her eyes and smiled.

Applause made her jump. She definitely hadn't expected that. She turned to the doorway, where Tamaki was leaning.

"Well, well, well. I come down here to play piano, but rather I find a harpist. How come you didn't tell us?"

Haruhi blushed a little, which was very uncharacteristic for her.

"My mother taught me how to play."

This may have not answered the question to anybody else, but Tamaki understood.

"So it hurt too much?"

Haruhi looked away and played a few random chords. Before she knew it, she was playing All I Ask of You. Tamaki laughed.

"Looks like you've been visited by the Angel of Music yourself, Haruhi."

Haruhi joined him in his laughter.

"I don't really think so. Well, not unless my mother's the Angel. Like I said, she taught me."

"Could be. Looks like we really didn't know as much about you as we thought we did. I mean, first you're a swimmer, now you're a harpist."

Haruhi's head snapped up. She paused mid-song.

"How did you know I was on the swim team?"

"Kyoya told us."

"Screw that all-knowing Shadow King." Haruhi said, turning back towards the harp and picking back up where she left off.

"How come you didn't tell us?" Tamaki said, tilting his head just a tiny bit.

"Well, I didn't want you guys to feel guilty or anything. I didn't want you thinking it was your fault I didn't join the swim team here."

Tamaki was silent. Instead of answering, he sat down at the piano and joined Haruhi in a piano and harp duet.

The King of the Host Club frowned. He went up an octave to imitate Christine's soprano voice. The lyrics played through his head and the melody played through his fingers.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...

How come he felt like Raoul?

Say the word and I will follow you...

Raoul felt love towards Christine...

Share each day with me, each night, each morning...

And Tamaki felt the same way towards Haruhi...

Say you love me... You know I do...

So if he felt like Raoul... towards Haruhi... then wouldn't he have to be feeling...

Love me, that's all I ask of—

Tamaki abruptly stopped playing. Haruhi, however, kept playing, her eyes closed in concentration.

Love.

It had to be love. That was the only thing that explained it. It wasn't just a fatherly sort of love. He harbored romantic feelings towards Haruhi. And when his friends told him he was an idiot whenever he said he was her father...

How in the world did they find out before he did?

He glanced over at Haruhi. Was it possible she knew? Could she tell? It wouldn't be too farfetched. He gulped. What to do now? He turned back to the piano, breathing heavily. And with more understanding than before, he closed his eyes and started to play.

On the other side of the door, all but two members of the Ouran High School Host Club listened to the beautiful music that couldn't have come from anywhere but the Angel of Music himself.

Ah! I finished this chapter! At last.

I swear, as far as OOC-ness goes, I'm getting worse and worse by the day. Not by the update, but by the day. Poor Haruhi, being twisted and bent in every single way possible. Swimmer, then harpist?

(obediently jumps off cliff as angry mob said)

Although, I suppose she would need to know some music to get into Ouran. She had to get all A's, etc.

Shut up! I know music's an elective, but in my world, it's mandatory, okay?!

Also, guess what my new obsession is! It starts with a "The Phantom" and ends with "of the Opera." Go ahead! Guess! Guess! Didja get it? Good! I hope you all don't mind, because Erik, Raoul, and Christine are going to be showing up in my stories A LOT from here on out. Or until I find a better movie, which is practically impossible. The first day I saw it, I watched it at least seventeen times. Kidding! That's not possible, because it's like, two hours and forty one minutes long or something. But who's counting?

Remember everybody, this is your last chance to vote. Next chapter, I will add the second character to the title thing and oh-fish-ally announce the pairing. Ok, ok guys, no need to give me the evil bass. I was just squidding. Shell I stop? Well, sorry, but this conversation hasn't gone adrift yet. All I need is your seal of approval. You can bait this is gonna go on for a while. Oh my Cod, guys, start laughing, already! Have I given you a haddock yet? I know, I know, I need professional kelp. Sorry if you don't understand the puns and I need to be more Pacific. I'm shore some of you find this funny? And maybe some of you can't sand it. It'll be funnier once you look at it from a different angler. But once any of can find a better place for fish jokes, let minnow! Fin! I'll stop! Since most of you beaches probably don't know what I'm docking about. Buoy, what a tough crowd.

(clears throat) Sorry, I guess I got whale too carried away at "oh-fish-ally." I don't even know why I wrote all of those jokes, since they had absolutely no porpoise. Although, I do have many more in my sharksenal. I'll end this installment of Snowed In with a wave and my usual message:

REVIEW, AND FLOAT!

P.S.
Haha! Sea what I did there?