I pulled up outside the gate of Kyoya's mansion. I showed the guard at the gate my invitation before they allowed me in the estate. I drove up the driveway, passing the guests who were getting out of their family limos, and parked. I sighed as I turned off the ignition before looking at the entrance off the house. Guest were piling up at the door, trying to get in. How many people did Kyoya invite? I thought this was supposed to be a party for his friends? But I really shouldn't be surprised though. Usually every party a Host Club member threw they had to invite a lot of guests and have the club members host them like they did in the club.

I but my lip nervously, I haven't really been to these kind of parties in years since I was in the Host Club. We never threw parties at our house because it was too small to have a lot of guests in, unlike most of the other members' houses, which were about four times bigger than ours.

I wasn't really a big fan of crowds anymore. Being too close to a lot of people brought me anxiety, and I didn't like people's bodies rubbing up against mine as they tried to walk by me.

My hand reached for my box of cigarettes that were in the inside pocket of my suit jacket, but I halted as my fingers brushed against the cardboard box. I promised Kaoru and Haruhi that I would try and quit, but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Yes I did smoke less than I did before, but the stress of everything was making me crave them a lot more than I usually did.

I huffed before moving my hand away from my cigarettes and got out of my car. I put my hands in my pockets before making my way over towards the entrance. I ignored all the stares and whispers I got as I passed some of the other guests, they were probably surprised that I showed up to a party, especially a party thrown by a Host Club member. But if I could be honest I was only here because of Haruhi. If she wasn't going to be here I wouldn't have shown up.

Yeah I might not be able to see her a lot tonight because she had to be with the club members for most of the night, but as long as I got to spend at least some time with her tonight I'll be happy.

I walked into the mansion and immediately grew uncomfortable by all the people that were here. Most of the guests were in the center of the room, dancing to music that was playing in the background. I wasn't really surprised that Kyoya had classical music playing, so the partiers wouldn't go too crazy and I could tell some of the more "wilder" guests were upset about that.

I slowly made my way over to the side of the room where barely any people were and hid there, trying to stay unnoticed by everyone. I scoped out the room to see if I could find Haruhi. I didn't know what she was wearing, all I knew was that it was a dress. I bit my lip nervously again when I didn't see her. I couldn't find any of the other Host Club members either, so they might make a big entrance like they usually did, but it was rather odd they would do it at someone's birthday party. Well, it was Kyoya and he would do almost anything for money, even if it meant throw a birthday party to get the club more profits. I looked over at the clock that was on the wall. The party didn't officially start for another five minutes.

I sighed and was about to go to the buffet table to get something to drink when I sudden felt arms wrap around my waist and felt a body press up behind me, which caused me to flinch from the sudden action.

"Hey handsome." The random female voice greeted. "I never thought I would ever see you at a type of party like this."

My eyes widened. Could it be...No, Kyoya doesn't even know her. So there was no way she was invited. I spun around, getting out of the girl's grip and faced her. I instantly let out a short sigh of relief when I saw that it wasn't Mari, but soon glared at the person in front of me. It was one of my former flings...Ahmya...no, Akira...Asuka..? Whatever the fuck her name was.

She was wearing a short, tight cocktail dress that had a huge V neck that stopped right at her abdomen, causing her to have extremely revealing cleavage. The upper portion of the dress had black pearls that were sewn into a floral design, almost as if they were roses. The skirt was loose and didn't huge her body like the rest of her dress did, which I was glad about. Her light golden brown hair was up and had a small braid that started at the left side of her head that traveled to the huge bun on the other side. Her makeup was exquisite and looked like it was done professionally (which it probably was). She was a gorgeous girl, there was no denying that, but I was not even the least bit interested in her. I only had a slight fling with her because I thought she was hot.

"What do you want Asami?" I hissed.

"My name is Ayame," she corrected me, but didn't seem offended that I got her name wrong, "and I came over to see how my ex-boyfriend has been doing."

"I was never your boyfriend."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her body closer to mine. Suddenly a familiar scent hit my nose and my blood instantly went cold. She smelled like alcohol. By the way she was acting she was most likely tipsy. She's always been flirty and was one of the girls who would always try to get me to sleep with her, even though we only went out for about a week, but right now she was acting more lustful than usual. Kyoya wouldn't have alcohol out at a party he was throwing, especially not with everyone here being underage. She must've brought her own liquor.

"Oh," she purred as she bit her glossy red lip seductively, "then I was just a toy for you to play with." She brought her face closer to mine, causing the stench of alcohol to worsen. "I like that."

I just growled at her, which seemed to turn her on even more. I wanted to just get her off of me, but the scent coming off of her made it hard to move any part of my body.

She began playing with the hair on back of my head. "How about we go somewhere more private," she put her lips to my ear, "and you can play with me as much as you want."

An uncomfortable shiver went down my spine as she bit my earlobe seductively. I finally found the feeling in my arms and immediately pushed her away from me, causing her to stumble back and almost falling over because of the black high heel shoes she was wearing.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I hissed before storming towards the door.

I felt my breathing start to quicken along with my heartbeat. I couldn't be here any longer. I know I promised Haruhi that I would try getting out of my comfort zone and stay at the party until it was time to leave, but running into Ayame and her reeking of alcohol was already too much for me. I tried to push past the group of guests that were making their way towards the party but as their bodies touched mine it made everything I was feeling grow worse. My lungs began to burn as my breathing turned into pants. Even though I was taking in a lot of air with each breath it felt like I couldn't breathe.

I finally made it towards the door but before I was able to get outside I felt someone grab my arm. I thought it was Ayame trying to get me to go with her some place so I ripped my arm out of their grasp and turned to glare at them, but my glare immediately softened when I saw it wasn't Ayame and someone I actually liked.

Haruhi stood in front of me with a concerned look that made me feel bad for ripping my arm out of her grasp. I could tell that she noticed the terror in my eyes along with my heavy breathing.

She grabbed a hold of my hand and she noticed that I was trembling. "Come on, let's calm you down."

I just nodded and allowed Haruhi to lead me outside. She took me to the side of the mansion in the front yard, hidden away from everyone. When she let go of my hand I leaned against the wall and tried to calm myself down the best I could.

"Are you ok?" Haruhi asked.

"Yeah," I answered in between breaths, "I haven't been around this many people in a while, and I ran into a person who smelled of alcohol and that definitely didn't help with anything."

"Someone smelled of alcohol?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she brought her own liquor. I think she got tipsy before the party, saying that it just started."

"Do you want me to ask Kyoya to throw them out? I have a feeling if someone is drunk he'll do it."

"No, it's fine." I said as I started to finally calm down.

I then finally noticed what Haruhi was wearing and a slight red tint appeared on my cheeks. She wore a beautiful white dress that fit her curves perfectly. The strapped draped over her left shoulder, leaving the other bare. The skirt of the dress wasn't too frilly but just had enough to compliment the dress, along with a ribbon around her waist that was tied into a bow at her right hip. Her shoulder length hair was slightly curled, almost wavy and she had light makeup on that brought out some of her beautiful features on her face. She was gorgeous, not even a girl like Ayame could even come close to how beautiful she was. Just staring at her made my heartbeat quicken, but this time in a good way.

"Are you feeling any better?" She asked, breaking me away from admiring her.

"Uh, yeah." I replied before clearing my throat. "You look gorgeous by the way."

She smiled, which only made her even more gorgeous, if that was even possible. "Thank you, and you look really handsome."

I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried my hardest not to blush or smile at her compliment. She really thinks I'm handsome? Fuck, I feel like one of those fangirls that the Host Club manipulates, but I couldn't help it. However, I knew by looking into her eyes that she was actually being genuine, which made my heart flutter.

I finally stopped fighting back and smiled at her lovingly. "Thank you."

My body decided to move on its own and I didn't stop it as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Then I slowly moved my hand down to caress her cheek. She didn't seem to mind my sudden action and it felt like she actually leaned her face in my hand, her smile matching mine.

"Haru-chan?"

We both blushed when we realized what we were doing and I quickly removed my hand from her cheek and shoved it in my pocket. We both turned to look at Honey, who was standing at the front door. Why did everyone have to interrupt us?

"Tama-chan wanted me to come get you for the couples dance."

"Couples dance?" I questioned. "Why is there a couples dance at a birthday party?"

"Tamaki senpai begged for it." Haruhi answered with an annoyed sigh. "His excuse to Kyoya was that he's been really busy and hasn't been able to have a lot of couple time with me so he asked if there could be a dance dedicated for the couples."

"Yeah, that sounds like some shit he would do." I grumbled as I crossed my arms over my chest. A bit annoyed that she was leaving me to be with him.

"Well, I better get going before he starts freaking out." She touched my arm, causing me to look back at her, seeing her smile. "I'll see you later tonight."

"Yeah," I smiled back at her before winking, "save me a dance, ok?"

"I will, I promise."

She then turned and walked over to Honey before heading back into the mansion with him. I sighed sadly as I leaned my back against the wall and took out my box of cigarettes out of my suit jacket pocket. I haven't had one all day so just one couldn't hurt.

I put the cigarette in my mouth before taking out my lighter and lighting it. I huffed out a puff of smoke as I put my lighter away. Slowly I could feel the anxiety from the party disappear and replaced with relaxation with each drag that I took. I haven't had a cigarette in about two days and I did feel a little guilty for breaking my streak, but I also didn't really care. I just wanted all the stress and anxiety that I've been holding in for the past couple of days go away.

"I thought I told you the last time you were here that you're not allowed to smoke."

I looked over towards the front door as I was halfway through taking another drag and saw Kyoya at the door, a small smile on his face which I could tell meant he was glad I was here.

"Sorry." I apologized after I blew out some smoke. "I'm just under a lot of stress right now."

He put his hands in his pockets and made his way over to where I was and leaned on the wall next to me.

"Was all the people too overwhelming for you?" He asked.

I tapped the cigarette, watching the ash fall from the end before putting it back to my lips. "Yeah, I haven't been to something like this since middle school." I looked up at his house. "I don't think I've been in a mansion since I stayed here last year. I don't understand how I lived in a house like this before. It's so...fucking huge."

Kyoya chuckled. "Yeah, I can see how you might think that. You had this big change during your third year of middle school where you moved from a castle like house to a small two story house that looks like it could be the set of a horror movie." I hummed a laugh at his comment as he continued. "But what I don't understand is that your mother is still the country's most famous fashion designer, but yet she decided to pick that house out of all the mansions that were available."

I shrugged my shoulder before taking another drag. "I don't know. All I know is that Isao convinced her to buy the house while they were dating saying that it would be the best for us to live a 'normal' lifestyle. I thought mom would just shrug the comment off and buy the mansion that we were looking at, but somehow Isao convinced her to buy the house we're living at now."

Kyoya shook his head. "I don't trust that man."

"Who, Isao?"

"Yeah, there's just something off about him." He said before turning his head over to look at me. "Your father just suddenly disappears one day with no evidence of what happened then a week after your mother just suddenly meets Isao at a bar and they immediately hit it off."

I just shrugged my shoulders. "Life can be a fucking bitch man. I don't like the man, can't fucking stand him, but I doubt he's an evil person."

"I don't know I just don't trust him. I would keep an eye on him if I were you."

I just forwarded my eyebrows in confusion before looking down at the ground. Could Isao really be a bad guy? Yeah he was fucking annoying but he's always been nice. Even when I'm always a complete dick to him. But was it just a facade?

I felt Kyoya grab my shoulder, breaking me out of my thought. I looked up at him. "Well, I'll let you finish what you're doing here, but only this one time, alright?"

I nodded and Kyoya patted my shoulder before heading back inside his house. I just remained outside and finished the rest of my cigarette, listening to the music that I assumed was from the couple dance that was playing. I took one last drag before sighing out the smoke and putting my cigarette out. The music finally finished, that must've meant that the couple dance was over, which I was relieved about. I don't think I could've stand watching Tamaki dancing with Haruhi. Just the thought of it made me angry almost to the point where I wanted to leave but I'm only staying here for Haruhi, which is the only person I cared about.

As I heard the next song began to play I decided that it would be the best to head back inside and find her. I took a deep breath, relaxing my nerves before re-entering Kyoya's house. When I made it to where all the guests were I hid back in the corner and began looking for Haruhi, but couldn't find her. Did she leave with Tamaki somewhere? I hope not, I really wanted to spend a little more alone time with her before we danced.

I began walking around the side of the room I was on, trying to see if I could find her within the crowd of people, but I didn't see her. I could feel my anxiety began to build up again as I continued to search for her, but it was growing more difficult as the room began to feel smaller and it felt harder to breathe.

I then suddenly felt someone bump into me and I turned to them, hoping that it was Haruhi but grew disappointed when I saw that it was some random female guest.

"Sorry." I apologized as I stared back in the crowd.

The girl looked up at me and her annoyed frown instantly turned to shock when she saw that she bumped into me instead of one of the unattractive male guests at the party. Her shocked expression then turned flirtatious as she began twirling her brunette hair with her finger.

"It's quite alright sir. I don't mind at all."

I just ignored her as I continued to scan the crowd for Haruhi, starting to grow worried. Where was she? She couldn't have gone far, the couple dance didn't end that long ago. Maybe the girl I bumped into knew where she went.

"Hey," I said as I faced back towards the girl, "do you know where Haruhi Fujioka went?"

"Why would you want to know where that low life commoner went?" The girl said as she pressed her body against mine, causing me to glare at her. God, were all the girls at this fucking party horny? "How about you ditch that tramp and hang out with me tonight." She purred.

I growled at her, ready to tell her off about calling Haruhi a tramp when an idea popped into my head. Maybe I could trick her into telling me where Haruhi went, and I knew just what to do.

A flirtatious smirk spread across my face and I cupped the girl's face as I began leaning closer to her so our noses were almost touching.

"How about we make a deal?" I purred. "You tell me where Haruhi is, then I'm all yours tonight and we can do whatever you like."

I could almost feel the girl tremble in sexual excitement as I caressed her face, staring into her boring, lust filled grey eyes.

"Ye-Yeah, sure." She said, stumbling over her words. Her legs feeling like jelly. "Sh-She went out into the garden to look for someone. I-I don't know who though."

"Thank you." I said as I leaned in closer to her.

"So-So you're all mine tonight now?"

My smirk widened and lowered my face closer to hers, our lips just a breath away. She closed her eyes, ready for our lips to meet but I just snickered, causing her eyes to open again.

"You know, you're the real tramp here." I said, my smirk widening. "Only giving away information if I promised to sleep with you. How fucking pathetic." I pulled my face away from hers and continued to smirk at her expression that was complete and utter shock from what I just said. I gave her a wink. "Thanks for the information. It's greatly appreciated."

I then turned to leave, leaving the girl standing there alone. Unable to process what just happened. I made my way to the garden and began walking through it, continuing my search for Haruhi. I was grateful that Kyoya's mansion didn't have that big of a garden. My old mansion had one about twice as big so it wouldn't take as long to find her.

I searched the garden for about ten minutes and when I finally turned the corner past a hedge I finally spotted her. A smile instantly spread across my face as I jogged up to her.

"There you are Haruhi. I've been looking for you fucking everywhere." My smile instantly fell when I noticed that she wasn't paying attention to me. "Haruhi?"

I looked at her expression and noticed the horrified look she had on her face as the tears welding up in her eyes began to fall. I turned my attention to what she was looking at and my eyes widened.

There, standing in the middle of the grass surrounded by the hedge maze, next to the stone gazebo was Tamaki...kissing Ayame…

That fucking bastard...

Hey guys, sorry for the short chapter. I promise that the next one will be a lot better, I just need some build up for the next chapter. Which I'm only saying some stuff might happen, I don't know.

Anyways, so I just noticed after years of writing that I've been spelling Kyoya's name wrong this whole time (I've been spelling it Kyouya) so I'm trying to fix it by breaking the habit of spelling it the wrong way.

I hope you guys are liking this story as much as I'm writing it.

Please Favorite, Follow, and Review. Until next time.-HH1957