Hey, I would like to give a shout out to all of my reviewers. I got this goofy smile on my face as I read each one and I deeply appreciate them. I also want to thank those who favorited or story alerted this story, I'm glad that you enjoy it.

Anyway, this is the second chapter of ANSPC; this is the moment you have been waiting for! Haruhi will meet The Prince in this chapter! I was so excited to write this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Ouran Characters or any other part of the anime/manga.

I have started on Chapter 3 and if you review I will give you an excerpt from it.

Recap:

After dinner, Ryoji insisted on cleaning up so Haruhi went upstairs, did her homework, and got ready for bed. Today was a bit rough, but she knew that tomorrow would be better. She would see what this Host Club was about and hopefully meet the Prince.

She got into bed and fell asleep thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

The twins stared at her with pleading eyes, their lips formed into a pout that pulled at Haruhi's heartstrings. She was pretty sure that the twins used this look to get anything they wanted. She could just picture them as small children giving their parents the same look so that they could get out of whatever trouble their shenanigans put them in. If it had the same effect then that it was having on her now, their parents must have spoiled them rotten.

"Please Haru-chan. Come to the Host Club meeting with us! It will be so much fun! Please?"

How could she say no to those faces? "Fine I'll come along."

Their eyes lit up like a small child on Christmas morning and Haruhi couldn't help but smile. She loved to see them happy. They were the only two she talked to at school and she was glad that she hadn't chased them away. They were like little children with their enthusiasm and it reminded her of her father. Even though they insulted her appearance at every given opportunity, they were the closest thing to friends that she had at this school.

She smirked as she thought about their reaction when she walked into class this morning.

Hikaru and Kaoru glared at her as she made her way to her seat.

Both of them frowned, "You've got to be kidding me."

Haruhi looked down. She had put on a black polo shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sandals. Her jean jacket hung off of her shoulder and her hair was tied in its usual bun. She knew she didn't look good but she didn't think she looked terrible either. She looked normal, and that was all she was trying to accomplish. She still didn't understand why the twins took such an interest in her fashion style.

"What's wrong with it?"

They scoffed, "What's not wrong with it? Your shirt is three sizes too large and the color makes your pale skin seem sickly. Your jeans are worn, too long, and too big. I don't understand how you have managed to keep them from falling from your waist. Your hair, while very healthy is hidden in that bun you pin it into everyday. I want to see you wear it loose one day. Your shoes look like they are going to break any second. Don't even get me started on that jacket. It looks like you took it from your father's closet."

Little did they know this was her dad's old jacket. He wore it all the time before Okaa-chan's death. It was warm and she would need it when she walked home from work tonight.

She wasn't used to being criticized for her clothing. Most people just looked at her and ignored it or would mumble their opinion under her breath. She had never been confronted about it before and she couldn't help but feel a little hurt. They didn't understand why she did this. They didn't understand that she was just making sure that history didn't repeat itself. What's so wrong with that? She looked up at them, "Why do you care what I wear?"

They wrapped their arms around her shoulders and leaned into her so both of them were looking into her eyes.

They both spoke at the same time, "Don't get upset, we care about how you look because we actually care about you Haru-chan."

Kaoru smiled slightly, "Besides, our parents are world renowned fashion designers. We can't help but pay attention to the fashion, or lack thereof, around us. It's in our blood."

Hikaru smiled, "Besides, you're our friend; we want you to look your best."

Haruhi knew that they meant well and she was happy that they cared about her that much even though they had just met her yesterday. She wondered if they were always this friendly. They seemed to ignore the other students in the room.

She smiled sweetly, "Thank you Hikaru, Kaoru. I'm really happy to hear that."

And she absolutely was.

The twins smirked, "Now that you're coming to the Host Club, you'll finally get to meet the Prince."

Haruhi still did not understand why the entire school was so enamored over one person. It reminded her of some kind of cult. The thought that this person had so much power of the entire school was extremely confusing and a bit frightening to her. How can one person be so important? How can hundreds of people be in love with this one person? She was very curious though, what was it about the Prince that seemed to make every student, male and female fall all over him? All she had heard about him had been good and it made her think that he was some kind of god reincarnated and placed in Japan? She didn't even know his real name. She frowned slightly, "Why is everyone in this school so interested in him? Who is the Prince?"

Hikaru smiled, "Well, to start, his name is Tamaki Suoh. Everyone loves him because he is the kindest person we have ever met, as well as the most talented, and the most intelligent. We met him our first week of high school. Kaoru had just come out and everyone treated him like trash because they thought it was disgusting and they hated me too because I was related to him. They spit on us, threw our books in the pond, they even locked Kaoru in the locker room for four hours once."

Kaoru began to tear up at the memory and Haruhi felt the anger pulse in her chest. How could someone do that to Kaoru? He was one of the sweetest people she had ever met. How can someone hurt him so badly?

Kaoru wiped his eyes, "It happened before school. Hikaru had a doctor's appointment so I had to go to school alone. When I got there, two guys from the lacrosse team dragged me to the locker room and locked me in one of the lockers. I was so scared that I scratched at the door until my fingers bled. It wasn't until a teacher walked past the room that someone found me. Even now, I don't like to be in locker rooms and I don't like tight spaces. When Hikaru found out, he was livid but when he tried to fight them, he got detention and that just gave them another opportunity to beat me up while I was walking to the car."

Hikaru growled, "After we realized that they would never stop tormenting us, we didn't let anyone near us and we made sure that no one could tell us apart. Everyone at school knew that I had a black belt in karate and kung fu so if they thought Kaoru was me, then they left him alone. One day at lunch, Tamaki-sempai walked over and asked if he could sit with us. He was captain of the lacrosse team so we thought that it was some kind of joke that the kids were pulling. We ignored him and he sat down anyway. When he did, he started talking to us as if we were best friends. We told him that Kaoru was gay and he just shrugged and kept talking. We weren't used to that reaction so I started yelling at him about trying to get close to us and how it wasn't going to work. I remember telling him to treat us like crap like everyone else and that we were used to it and while I was expecting him to drop the act and attack Kaoru; instead he said something I will never forget.

"You fall in love with a person's spirit and soul, not their gender. That's the part that matters and if the rest of the idiots in this school have not learned that yet, then I will proudly stand by your side and ram it into their skulls until they do."

Kaoru picked up where Hikaru left off, "We had no idea how to let anyone into our world and his words completely shocked us. For the next week we tried to make his life hell. Since we couldn't push him away with my sexuality, we were going to push him away with the worst parts of our personalities. We put snakes in his locker, we pushed him into the pond, and we even broke the windshield on his car. Even though we treated him terrible, he would just smile and wave every time we saw him. His reaction definitely came as a shock. Hikaru wasn't ready to let anyone near me yet and I was a bit skeptical myself of his true intentions so we treated him even worse for a few months, hoping that he would give up, but he ate lunch with us every day and even got a kid expelled for pushing me into the pond. After a while, we realized that he was not going to betray us and we slowly started getting to know him. He is one of the most amazing people we have ever met. We still apologize for how horrible we were but he always shakes his head and says that he understood why we acted the way we did and that he holds no grudge because of it. We owe so much to him. He was the first to protect us even though the whole school was against us and we will forever have his back because of it."

Haruhi was definitely intrigued. She had a feeling that Kaoru was gay and now that it was confirmed she couldn't help but be surprised and appalled that the other students would be so awful to him and Hikaru for standing up for his brother. It definitely explained a lot though. The twins seemed to isolate themselves from the other students in class and now she understood why. Even though they treated the twins with respect now, it would be impossible to pretend that Kaoru's torment had never happened. She looked up at them,

"I'm surprised you told me such a personal story but I am so happy that you think I'm important enough to hear it. I'm so sorry that happened to you. I want you to know that I am completely alright with Kaoru's sexuality and I will definitely stand up for both of you if ever necessary."

They smiled, "We may have only known you for a day, but we are great judges of character and we know that you will be our best friend eventually. We might as well get all of this stuff out of the way not. As for the bullying, we thank you for your support but it's not a problem anymore. Tamaki-sempai honored his word." Hikaru snickered, "He definitely rammed a few skulls."

Haruhi smiled, "I'm glad that he went to such lengths to make you happy. He seems like a really great guy."

Kaoru chuckled softly, "Don't tell him that. He is too humble; he'll deny any compliment you throw at him."

She nodded. The twins' story definitely shed some light on the Prince. She was beginning to understand why everyone seemed to worship him. He was a genuinely good person.

They stood up, "Alright, time to go to the Host Club meeting. Come on Haru-chan!"

Hikaru and Kaoru linked their arms with hers and led her to the music room.

As the doors opened, Haruhi couldn't contain the gasp that left her lips. The room was larger than her entire apartment. The floors were a beautiful white marble that shone like diamonds. Little rays of light reflected off of the crystal chandeliers that hung from the very high ceilings. The walls were a blush pink color that felt elegant rather than feminine. The furniture was plush and luxurious and soft classical music played in the background giving the space a very calming ambiance. It looked like a photograph taken from a room in a palace. She had never seen a room so extravagant. She smiled slightly as she took in everything. This place was absolutely beautiful.

She turned to the twins, "It's gorgeous."

They shrugged, "The boss decorated it."

She raised an eyebrow, he can decorate too? What couldn't this boy do?

Hikaru pulled her further into the room and she suddenly noticed how many people were there. Mitskune-sempai and Mori-sempai were surrounded on a large sofa by a group of girls. Honey was giggling while a girl tickled him and Mori was making tea for everyone. Haruhi didn't exactly know what a host club was or what they were supposed to do, but the sight made her smile. Everyone looked so happy here, so carefree and relaxed. This place seemed like a heaven in the middle of hell.

On the other side of the room, Haruhi saw him. He was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. Even though he was sitting, she could see that he was quite tall, at least a foot taller than her. His hair was dark and very long. It flowed freely to his lower back and shimmered in the light. His skin was like porcelain and was slightly flushed as he talked with the girls that were next to him. They seemed entranced by him. He was slightly lanky but she could see that he was quite muscular, even with the distance between them. His face was the most interesting however. His eyes were almond shaped and gave away his Japanese heritage, but his nose was aristocratic as though from English royalty and his lips were full and pink, which was not common in Japan. He looked up and met her eyes. She immediately looked away toward the twins. They were smirking.

"It would seem that you have seen the boss. Gorgeous isn't he? His mother was a model."

Haruhi blushed slightly but shook her head. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not interested."

Their smiles grew and they wrapped their arms around her shoulders. "We'll find that out for ourselves soon. He's coming over here."

And they were right, he was walking this way. Haruhi felt her heart beat accelerate. Something about meeting someone who was so famous made her extremely nervous. It made her feel pressured to not embarrass herself. She looked up and tried to smile in a welcoming way even though her stomach was tied in knots. She was pretty sure she looked like she had to go to the bathroom.

He stopped in front of them and kissed the twins on the cheek. "Hikaru, Kaoru, you're late. Did something happen?" His voice sent chills down her spine and made her heart drop into her stomach. It was deep and smooth but also had a raspy quality to it that made her stomach drop. His Japanese accent was strong, but unnaturally so. It almost seemed as though he was emphasizing it.

When they shook their heads at him, his eyes met Haruhi's. His gaze was intent and she couldn't look away if she tried. They were intimidating but striking, like a snake but they were not frightening. "Who is your friend? Is she a customer?"

Hikaru smirked, "Yes, she wanted to meet our best host, boss."

His feature changed almost instantaneously. His eyes softened and his lips parted into a smile so beautiful that Haruhi had to look away. He tilted his head fluttered his eyelashes in a way that was feminine and masculine at the same time. His classic beauty unnerved her and his steady gaze made her uncomfortable. She jumped slightly when she felt fingers on her chin lifting her head to meet his eyes. His eyes were dark but there was a slight undertone of another color. It was strange but she didn't think about it. She wasn't used to other people touching her this way.

"And what is your name Hime?" He moved even closer to her and their faces were an inch apart. Her eyes shot up to meet his. Her mother had called her hime as a child and after she died, the name never failed to remind her of her. Her mother always said that every girl is a princess and I am just one of the few who reminds my daughter of that every day. The name reminded her of her mother's femininity and always brought back memories of her death. She could not let herself fall into the same trap her mother did. She couldn't let her guard down because every boy who looked at a girl like that, or called them names like hime wanted something; something she was not remotely near ready to give. She would not make the same mistakes as her mother. She would not let herself be sucked into some boy like her mother. She would not let that happen to her. Anger instantly coursed through her veins, like a lion on the heels of a gazelle, fierce and powerful. She was breaking that promise right now, fawning over this boy. She would not allow this to happen. She would treat him like she treated every other boy.

She wrenched her face away from him and glared at him in contempt. Who did this guy think he was? Did he expect her to fall over herself to impress him like all of the girls he was sitting with before? She gritted her teeth. Her father had warned her about guys like this one. They were the reason that her mother died. They had taken her away. They had ruined her life.

She growled at him, "My name is of no concern to you. Don't touch me."

He looked taken aback. Probably not used to girls saying no to him she thought to herself.

Hikaru and Kaoru stared at her is shock. "Haru-chan, what's wrong?"

She ignored them and stormed out of the room. She couldn't believe that she had thought so highly of him. He was just another one of those vermin. He may have helped Hikaru and Kaoru during a tough time but she wanted nothing to do with him. She would not get caught up in some boy because he had a pretty face and lots of charm. She would make sure that he never wanted to be near her. She would not end up like her mother. Never.

Later that evening, Haruhi wanted to punch herself in the face. She had been irrational and blew up on him for no reason. He probably hated her now. She worked in a daze, several pans on the burner at once. She let his appearance cloud her judgment and was completely out of line. She would make sure to apologize to him tomorrow.

Her coworker's voice brought her out of her reverie. "Haru-chan, it's time for you to go on break. You need to eat some dinner. I'll cover for you."

She smiled, "Thanks Hana-chan."

She took off her apron and made her way to her usual table to eat the dinner she packed. As she opened the bento, the bells on the door chimed and she looked up.

There he was.

He looked even better outside of school. His hair was tied in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder and had a slight curl to it. He wasn't wearing his uniform. Instead it was a blue button down and a white cardigan with black jeans and loafers. He looked casual, but professional. His eyes met hers and she was instantly afraid that he would chew her out in the middle of the restaurant. He looked up as though he felt her stare and met her eyes. She braced herself for the glare she expected him to make, the harsh words she knew he would say.

To her complete surprise, he smiled and made his way toward her. Her breathing accelerated. He was going to yell at her in the middle of the café and embarrass her like she probably embarrassed him. It was only fair, but she couldn't keep the panic from rising in her throat. He reached the chair across from her and smiled again.

"Is anyone sitting here?"

Haruhi couldn't speak if she wanted to, so she shook her head.

He sat down and pulled out his laptop. When a waitress asked for his order, he softly replied, "Oolong tea please, no cream, no sugar."

As he began typing, Haruhi couldn't help but look at him. He really was beautiful. There was no other word to describe him. He had the face of an angel and Haruhi had a feeling that boys and girls alike threw themselves at him. He definitely could have any girl he wanted.

She decided that now was as good a time as any to apologize to him.

"Ano, Suoh-sempai.?"

The corner of his mouth turned up and his eyes met hers. "Yes?"

She looked away, "I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I'm not sure what came over me."

He smiled, "No harm done. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I assure you it wasn't my intention. By the way, I detest formality, just call me Tamaki."

She was surprised that he took it so well, but from the story the twins told her, it wasn't so hard to believe.

He stared at her, "Do you work here?"

She nodded, "I'm the chef."

He smirked, "You have my admiration then, I adore the cakes here."

She blushed slightly. The way he spoke made the compliment seem more important than it should have. It made her stomach tie itself in knots.

He began typing on his laptop again and curiosity began to build within her. Hikaru and Kaoru said that he ran half of his father's company. Is that what he was doing?

She gave into her desires and asked him, "Are you working right now?"

He looked up at her through his lashes and her breath caught in her throat. Did he have any idea how attractive he was? His face could be a weapon of mass destruction. His eyes were smoldering.

"I'm always working honey." Haruhi blushed again but tilted her head in confusion.

"Honey?"

He smiled, "When you are in the Host Club for as long as I've been, you call every girl you see honey or sweetheart without thinking about it."

"What exactly does a host do?"

He closed his laptop and leaned on his hands. "Anything and everything. It is the job of a host to keep their clients happy at all times. Life can be absolute hell and it is my job as a host to make them forget about their miserable lives, if only for a second and really enjoy themselves. It is the one place where they can eat what they want, say what they want and do what they want. Being from a rich family myself, I know how restrictive that life can be. It seems the more money one has the more restrictions that comes with it. I created the host club for those that want to have a place to escape from those restrictions and not be known as a CEO's son or a fashion mogul's daughter. They can be whoever they want and there are no consequences."

Haruhi couldn't help but smile up at him. "That sounds amazing. You sound so passionate about it."

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, "I am. It is something that is very important to me. You seem like someone that needs such an escape. You have to remain top of your class to maintain your scholarship and you have to work to make ends meet. I can't say I know what that feels like but I can imagine that it is quite stressful."

She shook her head, "I've been doing it for so long it doesn't faze me anymore."

He nodded, "I understand exactly what you mean. I hardly sleep anymore. Between keeping up my half of the company, school, and all of my extracurriculars, and my personal hobbies, there aren't enough hours in the day."

Haruhi smiled, "It was nice talking to you, but my break is over. Maybe I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

He shook his head, "Absolutely not, I will walk you home."

She immediately protested but he would not budge. She huffed and made her way to the kitchen. Tamaki was definitely interesting. He seemed to be busy all the time and just hearing all of the things he does made her feel tired. How can one person handle all of that and still be so nice at the same time? Maybe he is some kind of god reincarnated. She looked through the window at him typing on his laptop and smiled. She could definitely see why everyone fawned over him. He was charming, kind and intelligent. She knew that she needed to be careful around him. She could definitely fall for someone like that and that was not part of the plan.

This seemed like a good place to stop. As always, PM me about any questions.

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