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Thanks to NessaTheSinner, Shadowhunter69, belelle, Lily Fenton Phantom, SnowAngelSlayerTasha, Conan15 (Once again, challenge accepted!) and Kc495 for your amazing reviews.

This chapter is in Hikaru's POV and is based on the song 'My Fault' by Imagine Dragons.

I groan inwardly in utter annoyance. How is that she is practically a genius in every other aspect of her life but she manages to be so completely dense when it comes to matters of the heart? But I digress. I am of the opinion that I make my crush on her blatantly obvious. It is only a matter of time before every other member of the Host Club begins to notice my rather strange and dreamy behaviour.

Perhaps they already have and they are merely scoffing behind my back, muttering under their collective breaths that there is absolutely no chance in hell that Haruhi will like me.

I shake my head in disbelief. I am not self-deprecating by nature; quite the opposite actually but she has really hurt me although she doesn't seem to realise her mistake. She doesn't mean to be somewhat callous at times and I realise that but that doesn't make her rejection any less easy.

I suppose that it is time to give up. She doesn't like me. Judging by her response to my kissing spree, the thought doesn't seem to have even crossed her mind.

I am merely a friend to her; a best friend but friend nonetheless.

I suppose that it is my fault for being so presumptuous. I am used to getting what I want; it's how I was raised and I would always get what I want just like a hideously spoilt child whom screeches hysterically the first time they do not receive exactly what they want, when they want it. Alas, I am similar to such a child although I do employ the use of magniloquent language habitually.

Haruhi and I walk back somewhat silently to class after that harrowing lecture, well I can't exactly remember if it was harrowing or not, as I zoned out for the vast majority of Principal Uchima's speech, I can always ask Haruhi what he was talking about which is when I suddenly recall that I am extremely angry and disappointed with her at the moment.

Haruhi is acting her usual self but she is smiling brightly at me; her puppy-dog brown eyes are widened and twinkling with joy and her smile can light up an entire room.

Physically, I am returning her brilliant smile but mentally, I am scolding myself for putting myself out there only to be rejected callously. Grrr.

Well, I must put on a brave face before stepping back into the expansive classroom with the large bay rooms looking out onto the grand, picturesque fountain which resides on the front lawn. Inevitably more than a dozen or so students will be bored silly and gossiping and giggling relentlessly, sending multiple texts to one another to evade the inexorable boredom whilst the teacher drones on. After all, Ouran is a school similar to any other although it may be much better funded than the vast majority of schools but it is still a school and boredom is inescapable.

To be quite frank, I would prefer to face this inevitable boredom than face Haruhi at the moment and for that I feel guilty.

Apologies for the delay in updating! I hope that this chapter somewhat makes up for the delay! Please read and review :)
NessaTheSinner: I will write the next chapter in the point of view of Mori :)