Much to his displeasure, Kyoya couldn't sleep that night. No matter how hard he tripped, he just couldn't keep his eyes closed, which resulted in countless hours of tossing and turning. At the moment, he was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with only one thing on his mind. Haruhi.

The Ootori boys hound that it was ridiculous; what was so important about her that he couldn't get her off of his mind? And why did he still feel as excited as he did when he brushed his hand against Haruhi's? She was a commoner. He had no business thinking about a commoner more than absolutely necessary, even if said person was a member of the Host Club member.

With a sigh, the second year student sat up and ran a hand through his hair out of frustration. The clock next to his bed read five 'till two. Knowing that he would never be able to sleep, he began to think of something to do. Something that would make him stop thinking about Haruhi.

At first he opened his laptop and blinked as his watering eyes adjusted to its bright light. As he went through his files, he pointlessly hoped that the would be something that he had missed. Some homework to do. Some forms he had to fill out for the Host Club. Maybe some account to balance. As he had already known in the back of his mind, there was nothing.

With a frustrated sigh, Kyoya ran a hand through his already messy hair. What was he supposed to do now? He was far too irritated to even attempt to sleep, he had no work to do, and it was far too late to go out anywhere. Or was it?

While it was rather late, there wasn't actually anything prohibiting him from going on a walk. Maybe that's what he needed to clear his head. Fresh air. He desperately hoped that this would help him, even in the slightest bit, as he slid out of his bed and made his way down from his loft and to his dresser. His freshly washed uniform sat folded on the top of the wooden furniture. His blue jacket hung from a hanger that had been placed on the doorknob to his personal bathroom.

The second year student quietly opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, though he wasn't quite sure why he was being so cautious. He had no one to be afraid of waking, and his own thoughts were still had no intention of settling down just yet. He pulled out a pair of jeans, slid them on, and decided against changing into a new T-shirt. On the way out of his room, he grabbed his jacket and silently closed his door behind him.

As any teenager sneaking out of their house in the dead of night would do, he quickly looked both ways down the long hallway before making his way downstairs to the front door. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting caught, because he wasn't. Kyoya knew that none would pay any attention to him, mostly because everyone was off in their own corners of the house tucked away in their beds. If there was anyone awake, it would be the house staff, but he wasn't worried about them.

Finding a sense of urgency to get out of the suffocating walls of the Estate, he made his way to the door, slipped on his sneakers, and slipped out the front door. The cool autumn air caused a shiver to creep its way down his spine and seep through his skin and to his bones. Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, he zipped up his jacket, shoved his hands in his pockets, and was on his way down the long and winding driveway.

Kyoya found his way around town. It was nice to get out, especially now that he had noone to disrupt the peace, friends or not.

As he followed the street down, he stared up at the sky. The stars weren't tremendously visible thanks to the city lights, but he knew they were there, and for some reason that was reassuring to him. Maybe it was because he knew that there was something watching over him, as embarrassing as it would be to admit, that's how he felt.

The boy made his way through town and into a park. His surroundings were familiar, but for a moment, he wasn't quite sure why. Then it hit him. It was the very same park where he and the other hosts had run into Haruhi that afternoon. "Damn it," he hissed, seeming to startle a chipmunk that scurried away.

He knew he couldn't stop thinking about her, but had it really gotten this bad? That he was practically walking to her house (which was only a block or two away) in the middle of the night? If he was angry before than he was outraged now. How could he have betrayed himself like this?

"how could you not of noticed?" he asked himself before sighing yet again. Now he was talking to himself. Great.

Kyoya decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to just head home, so he turned on his heel and began walking back the way he came. This time, instead of feeling at ease, he couldn't help but to keep scolding himself. He should have noticed the way he was walking earlier. Why did he do this to himself?

The self-criticism kept coming, and he was getting tired of it. He had thought that he would have finally gotten a break from the thoughts about Haruhi, but things like this happened right? But was was this? As he got back to the Ootori Estate and climbed back up to his bed, he pulled out his phone, knowing only one person who could help.

"Hello?" A certain blond boy answered, his sleepiness tainting his voice. He must have been half asleep still.

"Tamaki, I'm sorry to have woken you," the youngest Ootori stated, suddenly feeling guilty for the whole thing.

"No, no," said Tamaki, who would have none of his apologies. "It's alright."

Kyoya just smiled lightly. This was such a Tamaki thing to do. He was always so selfless, and was always concerned about people, despite the time of day. "You're sure?"

"Positive. What are you-" the club president cut himself off with a yawn. "What are you doing up?"

Both of them, no, everyone that knew Kyoya knew how precious sleep was to him, and to be up at this hour was rather ridiculous, for him especially. "I couldn't sleep." Kyoya said.

Of course, this piece of news perked the Suoh heir right up. "Really? Why is that? Too much homework? Is it your dad? What about club profits? I swear I will stop spending so much. Oh! I know! Is it a girl? Or what abo-"

This time it was Kyoya that cut him off. "Yes, Tamaki, I do believe that is the problem."

"What? A girl?" The blond asked, sounding surprised. "What's her name?"

Kyoya grimaced as he thought of a way to get out of answering the question. There was absolutely no way that he could say it was Haruhi. At least not yet. He would have to tell him eventually, but he knew that. "I don't think I am at liberty to give that information. And even if I were, I wouldn't want to."

Despite his desperate need for information, Tamaki respected the boundaries set by his best friend. "Well, if you are confused, you are a host," he pointed out. "You should know all there is to know about love and romance, and if you don't, then I have failed you as a friend."

This got Kyoya to smile a little, but not much. "You have yet to fail me Tamaki," he said with a quiet laugh. "I trust you. I think I need time to think is all. I am hanging up now Tamaki."

"Okay, but Kyoya, just remember that you will know if you are in love," Tamakisaid. "It will just feel...different. Goodnight, Kyoya."

"'Night Tamaki," he responded, pressing the END CALL button on his screen.

So was this it? Did he really like Haruhi?