A/N: This is the very last chapter for NLAAM. I'd just like to thank you all for your support. I know it's not that great of a story, but the more I keep writing hopefully the better I will get. So thanks again, and enjoy the last chapter. Thanks for reading (n.n)
Chapter 21: Is It Too Late...?
Haruhi runs out of her apartment, bolting for the street. She keeps running, running as fast as she possibly ever can.
After running for a few minutes, she notices a car driving up behind her. She stops running, panting. Her thoughts are twirling around her brain wildly, just like a tornado. She waves her arms, trying to catch the driver's attention, to slow him down. But the car just keeps speeding away from her.
"How am I supposed to get to him in time?" Haruhi growls in frustration, tears starting to tingle and sting her eyes. "I can't give up!"
She was about to start running again, until she hears a car stopping beside her. "Hi there Miss, do you need a ride somewhere?" the old gentleman driver of a taxi asks.
"Oh! Yes please!" she scurries onto the taxi, trying to waste not even a second. "To the Ootori Flight Center, and could you hurry please? It's an emergency," Haruhi notifies the driver.
"Right a way, Miss," the driver speeds to the destination to which he was given.
'I don't know what I will do if I am too late. We should have talked about everything rationally, but instead we just argued with one another. I really have fallen in love with him. If I let him go now, I probably won't get him back.' more tears slowly trail down her cheeks, leaving tear stains. It's both terrible and wonderful what love can do to a person.
The taxi driver is just about to park outside of the flight center. "I'm in a hurry right now, stay here and I will pay you when I come back. I shouldn't take too long," Haruhi tells the old man.
"Ah, young love... Take your time," the man replies. He picks up a small black and white photo of a woman who appears to be in her twenties. You can tell that it must be his wife when she was young. His eyes sparkles as he looks at the old photo. The sort of love that he has for that woman can be inspirational. To think how long and how much he must love her. It is quite sweet in people's eyes.
"Thank you so much, sir," Haruhi politely says. She then dashes off into the building.
"Kyoya? Kyoya Ootori? Are you here?" she yells through the nearly empty airport. She hears a clock ticking and looks above her. It is five minutes past midnight. She is too late. But hopefully there was a delay and Kyoya's flight hasn't left yet.
Haruhi spots the receptionists desk not far from her. She runs over to it. Her legs feel like jelly; She not used to all this running. She also has a headache; not used to the panic, or the swirling thoughts that are bombarding her. "Excuse me, have you seen Kyoya Ootori here tonight?" she asks so fast that the receptionist almost can't understand the question.
"I'm sorry, I just came onto my shift," the lady answers. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Could you please check to see if the midnight flight to africa has taken off?" Haruhi questions. She starts to bite her nails, nervous that the flight has taken off. Hoping with all her might that it hasn't.
The lady types on the computer, Stopping suddenly. "I'm sorry miss, but the midnight flight to africa has already left," she informs Haruhi.
Haruhi can barely restrain the tears which are restrict to swell her eyes. But she doesn't want to cry in front of this stander who has so kindly tried to help her. "Thank you for your help," she strangles out, her voice cracking just a little.
She dwadles across the room, out of sight from the receptionist. She takes a seat in one of the comfy cushiony waiting chair. This place is so brightly whitened, it reminds haruhi of a hospital, very sanitary. The only colour seems to be the signs and the chair cushions. Haruhi pulls her knees up to her chest. Her head bent down, resting on her arms which lay on her knees. Her tears come rolling off her face, pelting her arms just like how in a storm the rain pelts the windows.
"There is no getting him back now," Haruhi sobs aloud.
"No getting who back?" a deep voice behind her asks.
Haruhi's head snaps up, shocked that anybody is near her. But she would recognize that deep voice anywhere. She jumps up from her chair, needing to see his face. To make sure that it wasn't just her imagination speaking to her. To make sure that it wasn't just a stranger who sounded like her only love.
There he stands, the one and only Kyoya Ootori. His dark raven locks, slightly messes up and just a bit in his eyes. His glasses up on the bridge of his nose, but not as professional looking as it always makes him appear to be. His onyx eyes. So dark and deep with love. You can see the shine of a smile in them. Oh, his lips. His lips are curved upwards into a smile. Not a fake smile or a smirk, but a real genuine smile that he saves just for Haruhi. The soft peach substance seems so inviting to her.
"Kyoya... What are you still doing here? Your flight has already left," Haruhi questions, still shocked that he is standing right in front of her.
Kyoya takes a few steps closer to her. "I just couldn't leave. I had to see if you would actually come for me, if you loved me that much. I know how you are, you get so caught up in what you are doing that you sometimes forget things," he swipes a piece of her bangs away from her eyes.
"But what about Africa? What about your father?" Haruhi questions, unable to take her gaze off of Kyoya's.
"It doesn't matter to me. I have started my own company already, and father can get one of my brothers to supervise the hospital. If you love me too, then I will not follow his orders anymore in order to be with you." Kyoya bends down to whisper onto her ear. "Do you love me, Haruhi?" he asks softly.
Haruhi nods, "Yes, I love you Kyoya."
With that all sorted out, Kyoya captures Haruhi's lips with his. The heat of the fire has been set once again, and will never be extinguished.