Disclaimer: I don't own Host Club.

A/N: Last chappy! Yay! Noo! Mixed feelings. Cuz I really do like this fic a lot. Too bad the last chappy is so short. Not much going on. Oh, and about the personalities of Haruhi's friends, I based them a little off of characters from other animes. I think Mai was a bit like Kitsune from Love Hina, Yuki was like Kano from Air, and Sakiko was like Hanajima from Fruits Basket. I know some of you won't know who those are, but just saying. And Mai has shoulder-length red hair, Yuki has very short black hair, and Sakiko has long, wavy dark brown hair. Now on to the chapter.

Haruhi took a deep breath. It was lunch time. On Monday. It was time for her to face Tamaki. She was back as Haruhi, back in the boys' uniform. She was a bit relieved, actually. Because as nice as it was to stop lying about her gender for a week, that fluffy yellow uniform was the most irritating thing she'd ever worn. And she had gained what she was looking for in that week-- Yuki, Mai, and Sakiko. And then there was Tamaki. She didn't know how to act around him anymore. Thankfully, Host Club was afterschool, and she hadn't seen Tamaki since the other night.

That weekend, she had spent her time searching and searching for the perfect gift for Tamaki. Suddenly, she wanted to get something that meant something for him. It was strange. After all her eye-opening encounters, she felt less and less like herself. She found herself thinking about Tamaki more and more, making up over and over in her head how their next conversation would go, but it was different each time, and she had a funny feeling it wouldn't end up at all like she planned. And just thinking of his voice or his touch made her stomach float up and she couldn't place why she hadn't felt this way before. Her dad had caught her day-dreaming and said something about her falling in love, and she found she couldn't argue or deny it, and she just picked at her food.

"He LOVES you!"

Haruhi almost dropped the gift she had brought for Tamaki and was planning to give him. Every time she remembered those words, she would trip, or fall, or drop something. It was as if the mere thought made her head spin. Is this love...? She thought as she adjusted her grip on the bag. She sighed. If it is, it sure is troublesome.

She went over to Tamaki's classroom to see that it had already been let out. She saw Kyoya walking with an arm around Emiko and stopped them. "Kyoya-senpai, have you seen Tamaki-kun?" Since that night she had gotten into the habit of being less formal with his name.

"You just missed it, it seems." Kyoya told her.

"If you want a confession from either him or yourself, I suggest you go towards the cafeteria!" Emiko giggled, Kyoya having told her everything.

Kyoya nodded. "Good luck."

Haruhi rolled her eyes and headed for the cafeteria, resisting the urge to pound both of them. She was too afraid of Kyoya to try.

She headed for the cafeteria, and searched around for his unmistakable mop of unbleached blonde hair in the crowd, but didn't see it. She sighed. "Where could he have gone?" She saw her classmates sitting at a table together. Mai and Hikaru were in a heated argument over something, as Yuki was nervously trying to break it up. Sakiko and Kaoru had seemed to have hit it off, because Kaoru was leaning of the table a bit shyly and telling her something, and she just looked in her lap, blushing in a way quite unlike her. They stopped and waved as they saw her.

"Hi guys... um... have you seen Tamaki-kun?" Haruhi asked nervously.

"EH, what's this, a confession?" Mai teased.

"Ohhh!" Yuki squealed excitedly.

"Finally..." Sakiko smiled.

"Yeah, have any of you seen him?" She asked again, ignoring the comments and giggling.

"No." Hikaru huffed, looking away.

"I think he went up to the music room to eat." Kaoru explained.

"Ah, thanks. And um... Hikaru...?"

Hikaru looked up, scowling. "What?"

Haruhi leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry. Ja!" She waved and left the cafeteria.

Hikaru blushed but didn't say anything, and Kaoru raised his eyebrows. "What? You're not going after her? I didn't think you'd give up on her this easily."

Hikaru smirked. "Of course not. But when Tamaki-senpai breaks Haruhi's heart, she can cry on my shoulder." He winked.

Haruhi went up the grand marble staircase of the school and up to the door to the music room. She hesitated a moment before she opened it. She looked around but didn't see Tamaki. Another guy brushed past her and walked into the room ahead of her. She sighed disappointedly and was about to leave when the guy who walked in was thrown out of the room in a rather violent way. She gaped at him and then rushed into the room to see Hunny posed in karate kick-ass mode in front of Mori, who was lying on a couch in the room. Hunny saw that it was Haruhi and his serious expression changed back to it's baby face and he hugged Haruhi, crying.

"HARU-CHAN, HARU-CHAN, TAKASHI IS SICK!" Hunny wailed.

"Huh?" She looked towards Mori. For some reason, she felt like Mori was somehow invincible, and never thought of him as sick.

"That doesn't mean you have to beat up everyone who comes in here." Mori muttered from his place on the couch.

"WAAHHH, GOMEN TAKASHI!" Hunny switched to crying on Mori's chest. "I just wanted to make sure nobody would bother you!" he sniffed.

Mori stroked Hunny's head and smiled, opening his eyes. "And you're doing a very good job."

"Ano, have either of you seen Tamaki-kun?" Haruhi asked, hesitant to interrupt their moment.

They looked up at Haruhi and then looked back at each other. "Confession time?" They said at once.

Haruhi collapsed against the wall in frustration, her face red. It seemed as if everyone wanted a confession of some sorts from them.

Mori looked out the window he was lying next to, and turned back to Haruhi, pointing. "He's out eating lunch in the courtyard. Go see him, he's looking a bit forlorn sitting there by himself."

"GO GET HIM!" Hunny cheered.

Haruhi escaped the room as fast as she could, in the mood to strangle someone. She took her time going to the courtyard, trying to think up all the conversations she had practiced, but none came to mind. Her head was becoming increasingly blank as Tamaki's figure got closer. Finally she was standing by the circular table he was sitting alone at, picking at his extravegant school lunch, looking just as dejected as Mori had described. As her shadow fell over him he looked up and his face seemed to get even more depressed. "Hi Haruhi..." he said with little enthusiasm.

There was a long, awkward pause of them looking at each other before Haruhi finally broke it. "I'm so sorry Tamaki-kun! I... Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday? I would have never... I mean... I didn't... I didn't even say Happy Birthday or anything!"

Tamaki seemed taken aback. "H-Haruhi..."

"H-Here, I know it's not much, but I tried to get you something to make up for it!" She shoved a box into his hands. He opened it and pulled out a snowglobe with a pianist in the center, sparkles swirling around him.

"Haruhi, this..."

"A-and, I made you bento, because I know you like homemade cooking better than the school lunch, and I'll make it again if you want... and... and..." Haruhi's nervous talking faded as Tamaki took the neatly made bento and opened it, before turning to look at her.

"Haruhi, this... this is the best gift anyone gave me this year... Thank you." His smile faded and looked down. "And I'm sorry... about the whole incident at the party. I guess it was my fault. I know I'm over protective of you, but... I mean... I just don't want anything to happen to you, okay? I get so... worried." He scratched his head sheepishly before smiling again. "Anyway, how about we eat this in the cafeteria with the others?" He packed the gifts back into the bag and turned to leave when Haruhi caught his wrist. The bag dropped back down onto the table.

"Tamaki-kun... why?" Tamaki turned to face Haruhi in what seemed like slow motion. "Why is it... that you care about me so much? Why are you always there when I need you, and always protecting me? Why...?" She released his wrist and it dropped to his side.

The wind rushed by in what seemed like an eternity of silence. "Haruhi..." Tamaki took her face in his hands. "I was afraid when you would ask that. The truth is... I care... a lot... because... you are our Hime... and you are the one... that I love the most."

Haruhi couldn't speak or move for the longest time. Just when Tamaki was about to give up hope Haruhi said in barely a whisper. "I... love you too. More than anyone."

There was a brief moment where Tamaki's eyes widened but it was quickly overcome by Tamaki jerking Haruhi towards him by her shoulders and leaning towards her and covering her lips with his. Haruhi's hands gripped Tamaki's shirt as there was a long moment of bliss as their lips were sealed together.

It was interrupted by an eruption of cheering. The two quickly pulled apart blushing wildly as the Host Club as well as Haruhi's friends all came out of their hiding spots.

"FINALLY!" they said in unison.

"YOU... YOU WERE ALL WATCHING?" Haruhi roared. "I'M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU!"

Tamaki laughed. "Why hide it anymore? There's no use in that. I'm going to shout it to the world!" Tamaki wrapped an arm around Haruhi's shoulders and pulled her to him. "I LOVE HARUHI!"

Haruhi laughed and gave into his antics just this once. "AND I LOVE TAMAKI!"

"And now everyone thinks you're gay."

"OH SHIT!"

The end! Yay! I might make a oneshot sequel or something, but yeah that's it. I love this fic! (hugs) And since it's the last chapter, as usual, I want everyone to review! Thanks for reading!