"Please, Haruhi. Just for a little while. I'm sorry for hurting you. I love you, Haruhi."

"I'll be over there soon."

After she pressed the 'END' button on her device, the girl stared blankly at the cellphone. What had she just done?

"Haruhi!"

Looking towards the door, she saw Tamaki with a hand on the doorway, looking relieved. "Thank god, Haruhi. Your bed was empty, and.." He trailed off, noticing the shocked expression on her face. Confused, he quickly hurried over to her. "Haruhi? Are you alright?" Before she could answer, he noticed the open cellphone in her hand and quickly took it. Glancing at the screen, he could see Hikaru's name and flashing numbers, probably indicating how long they were on the phone.

"You.. talked to him, Haruhi?" The blonde whispered quietly, closing the cell phone before grabbing onto Haruhi's shoulders, standing right in front of her. She looked up at him, surprised at the sudden gesture, but stayed silent. If Tamaki found out that she was going out to see him, she knew that he would try to stop her.

"It's nothing, Tamaki-sempai." She said with a forced grin, before reaching to grab her cellphone. He immediately grabbed onto the wrist, shaking his head. "Haruhi, I need you to tell me. What did he say?" Tamaki asked, making sure that he asked in a soft voice so that it didn't sound forced and so that she wouldn't feel threatened.

The girl hesitated before answering. She could have just told him it wasn't any of his business, but all he and Kyouya were trying to do was help her. Haruhi took in a deep breath before muttering, "He's sick."

At the answer, Tamaki raised an eyebrow. Was she lying? "Is that all?" He couldn't help but feel that she was hiding something from him, and felt slightly hurt that perhaps she couldn't trust him.

"I have to go help him.." She said, pulling herself from his grasp and heading towards the door. She knew she was being rude and selfish, but hearing Hikaru say those three words to her again made her believe he should get another chance.

"Wait! Haruhi!" Tamaki called out, chasing after her. "I'll go."

She froze in her steps, before slightly turning back. "What?"

"I'll go see Hikaru. You stay here."

Before she could object, Tamaki ran past her out of the room.

Several minutes later, after speeding past a few red lights, Tamaki found himself parked in front of Haruhi and Hikaru's home. Tamaki had realized during his drive that Hikaru might not be home, but that worry quickly went away seeing his car in the driveway. The man quickly stepped out of his car and made his way to the door, knocking loudly.

"Come in, the doors open..!" Called out a familiar but hoarse voice. His hand lay on the doorknob for a second before coming to a conclusion that he couldn't back out now and opened the door.

"Haruhi?" The voice called again, and Tamaki stomped through the hallway to the voice. He saw a door with a crack open and stopped, before pushing it open.

Inside, he saw a surprised Hikaru laying down on the bed, an ice pack on his forehead. The red-haired man quickly sat up in alarm, the ice dropping as he did so. "W-what're you doing here!" Hikaru asked cautiously, his 'sick' voice now gone.

"You know why I'm here, Hikaru." Tamaki growled, gripping the side of the door. He was trying hard not to let go of his self-control and start yelling at the younger man in front of him.

The other sighed, before getting off the bed and making his way towards the door. "Please go home, Tamaki-sempai." Hikaru said, passing him as he walked out into the hallway.

The blonde clenched his jaw together, his hands balling up into fists so tight his knuckles became white. "How could you, Hikaru.." He muttered quietly, but loud enough for the other to hear and stop.

"How could you do that to her, Hikaru? Isn't Haruhi your girlfriend? Aren't you supposed to cherish her, care for her, and love her with all your heart? When you two got together, I was crushed. But then I realized that she was happy with you, and I knew I could trust you to treat her right. But now.. you're just a disgusting human being. How could you even think about laying a finger on her? You don't deserve her.." Tamaki shouted, glaring at the boy's back. After a second, realizing what he had just done, he took in several silent,deep breaths to calm himself down. He hadn't been planning on having an outburst like that.

Hikaru simply let out a dry laugh. "After all these years, you still like her? You had your chance, and you lost it. She's mine now." He said with a smirk, and began to turn around but was stopped by a hard fist coming in contact with his cheek.

"What the fuck was that?" Hikaru shouted, trying his best to ignore the sore cheek where he had just been punched as he turned back around quickly, grabbing the taller man by his shirt before returning the punch with his own.

Tamaki groaned in pain, a hand now covering the eye which he knew was going to start to bruise. Hikaru didn't stop there. The twin pushed him towards the door, Tamaki letting out a grunt as his back slammed against it.

"Get out." Hikaru said in a low voice.

Tamaki stared at him for a moment, finding it hard to believe that in front of him was the same quiet twin that he had recruited to join his new club in middle school. The stubborn, mischievous boy that he had spent so many fun times with and made so many good memories with in high school. What had happened to him? Where did he go?

Now it was a man that was abusing his girlfriend, Tamaki's crush and close friend, and giving him a black eye.

He opened his mouth to say something, before shaking his head and walking out the door.

The reaction from Haruhi when she saw his bruised eye was just as he expected. He tried to make it to his room without being noticed, but it was just his luck that Haruhi was just walking out of the kitchen at the time.

"Tamaki-sempai!" She gasped, a worried frown on her lips as she examined his eye. He could tell from her expression that she felt guilty about it.

"It's alright, Haruhi. I was just being stupid." He muttered, with a small smile to reassure her before beginning to walk towards his room. "I need to go back to work."

Haruhi stood there as she watched him leave. It was all her fault. Tamaki had now gotten hurt because of her, and she was troubling Kyouya too, having to stay at his house. Glancing around to make sure that no maids nearby were watching, she quickly grabbed her jacket before running out of the mansion.

Waving her hand out, a taxi quickly came by and she gave him the address to her house. "Quickly, please."

I lied again about updating soon :D

BUT ANYWAYS. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Tamaki's feelings are revealed, and the two have a little fight.

Which reminds me, I should probably change the genre of this from Hurt/Comfort to Angst. Or maybe Hurt/Comfort/Angst? Though I want there to be romance :(

Oh and don't worry, the next chapter is already written out and finished, so I'll put it up in a week or so, trust me.

OHOH and please check out the new fic I started working on~ It's called This is Our Love Style and it's about an autistic Hikaru and the love between him and his brother.

Please review! They keep me motivated to write ^^