Disclaimer: I Have Disclaimed. xD I Don't Own Ouran High School Host Club Or Anything In It ect. (Lol spelt ect wrong last chappie xD)

Haruhi stood there in the doorway, unable to move. She wanted to turn around. Go back to her room. Pretend there wasn't another women in her house. And when she came out she'd be gone. She wasn't sure how long she stood there, a few seconds prehapes. Minutes?

She was vaguley aware of a presense behind her. She felt her father's hand resting on her shoulder. She looked up and he winked welcomingly at her before making his way over the the lady.

As the lady spun around Haruhi took a look at her face. She had beautiful, long ginger hair that framed her gentle face and cascaded off her shoulders coming to rest somewhere around her waist. Her eyes smiled brightly at her father and she started to talk from perfectly coloured, rosey lips.

"It's almost done. Just give me five minutes to dish it up."

Ranka looked behind him at his daughter and back towards the female.

"Don't worry I made enough for everyone" The lady continued smiling

"Great. Thanks Hinime-san" Ranka thanked her. Haruhi noted down that he was still having trouble relating his feelings to people. Great was his way of saying 'Thanks, you're one in a million'.

"Nanaka is fine" She corrected him. Leaning around him she directed her speech towards Haruhi "You are hungry right, Haru-chan!"

Haru-chan? Do I know her?

"Your father told me you quite like european cuisine, after you visited that expensive restruant with your friends. So I cooked something along those lines. I hope you like it."

Well she seems nice enough. But why is she here. Is my father and her - She shook her head to rid it of these thoughts.

"Eh?" Nanaka lifted her finger to her chin and tilted her head to the side in a confused-yet-cute way "You... Don't like it?"

"Oh, No. I'm sorry... Nanaka. I would love to eat it" She smiled and then added "I'll lay the table."

Haruhi was desperate to get out of the room. Her father had moved on? And her father wasn't wearing lipgloss either. Soon the table was layed and the food was served. Nanaka sat next to Ranka- opposite Haruhi. She wasn't sure what she should say, so she kept quiet and sat there, silently eating the dinner, She was supprised at how good it tasted.

But apprently her silence wasn't what her father wanted, and Nanaka wasn't the type of person who liked silence.

"So err Haru-chan, how was your day?" Nanaka asked cheerfully

Not sure how she sould reply to that, as her father never really asked her she went for a vague description "Oh yeah, it was good"

"Anything fun happen?" Nanakas face was cheery and she asked with complete innocence, she genuinly wanted to know.

"Err lots of things really."

"I remember when I was at school, somebody was always doing something daft. One of the boys in my class ate his lunch on the glass roof over the canteen so everyone could see him!" Nanaka added cheerily

"Well nothing has ever happened like that at my school." Haruhi added pointedly, risking a glance at her father who had a worried look on his face.

Haruhi had already finished her dinner, and was relieved that the conversation had, for now, ceased. Excusing herself she rose from the table, clearing her plate and cutlery away and washing it slowly. After replacing it into the cabinet, ready to be used tomorrow she retreated to her room.

Unable to stand the idea of going back outside into the hallway she fell onto her bed and clung to her pillow withough getting changed. Her thought were too jumbled for her to reasonably answer them, instead she let sleep take it's toll. Before the blackness pulled her in she whispered final words of sadness for that day.

"Mother, I'm sorry"

And with that a single tear fell from her honey coloured eyes, landing with a soft thump on her pillow.