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This chapter is in Hikaru's POV and is based on the song Don't Forget About Me by Simple Minds.
I am suddenly consumed by immobilising anxiety whilst in the heart of Kaoru and mine's little faux incestuous act. I have come to a precipitous awareness of the way Haruhi is currently gazing at me with her large shining puppy dog eyes. This is completely and utterly extraordinary for me as I am usually perfectly serene around girls.
But as I am wrapping myself around Kaoru's body, the squeals and giggles of the unruly clients don't seem to register with me as I watch intensely as she strides towards Kaoru and I with perfect posture and confidence that wasn't there before.
Haruhi is not ostentatious by nature and she really doesn't adulate people whom adore making a scene i.e. Tamaki is a prime example with his melodramatics that appear quite spontaneous in their mannerisms.
But quite fortuitously, my vocal cords don't seem to be affected by my discomfiture. If it were not for the fact that I can freely express myself in this present moment, I would probably have royally screwed it up and made a downright buffoon out of myself. I can't allow people to expose our somewhat burgeoning relationship as number one, Haruhi is dressed as a guy and people will determine that 'he' the esteemed scholarship student is gay…which isn't a problem of course, it just will worsen the situation if Haruhi ever decides to come out of the closet so to speak, to tell everyone not that she is gay but merely dressed as a boy to repay her debt and number two, if we were to date, it would become increasingly difficult not only to hide our relationship from the nosy clients of the Host Club whom simply adoring gossiping amongst one another, but from Tamaki whom would have a grade one conniption. Tamaki is notorious for his toddler-esque tantrums. I would like to avoid his tempestuous outbursts as much as I can, thank you very much.
Honestly, I can't believe how dense people can be. Haruhi doesn't look remotely masculine; all the girls comment how much she resembles a girl. If only they knew the truth, that Haruhi is actually a girl which is why she resembles a girl.
"Um…Hikaru? Are you alright there?"
I guess that I was staring absentmindedly into the distance. I really should stop acting out of character, I think indignantly. At the very least, I am lucky that I wasn't slack jawed, that's just so not like me.
"Ummm….Hikaru? Why is your mouth open?"
"Huh? Oh no reason, I was just remembering dessert…" I utter vaguely.
Did I even have dessert? I can't remember, I guess that I will just have to go with it now, to simply make it up on the spot. It shouldn't be too arduous.
"Hikaru, you didn't have dessert. You said that you couldn't possibly eat any more, remember?"
Nicely done. I am out of answers.
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