I feel like Haruhi's a little OOC but just bare with it for this fic. It wouldn't be as funny if she was perfectly in character.

Hair... Shave?: Chapter 2

Maybe I shouldn't have told the Nekozawa impersonator to go away. At least I had some company. Hikaru sat to the right of me and talked to Kaoru. They were both ignorant of everyone – and of me. I sighed as I placed my elbow on the desk and rested my head on my hand. There was no point in talking to them. This was what I wished for right? Shouldn't I be happy?

'Shouldn't I be happy? Shouldn't I be happy?' a voice echoed behind me. It was the ghost... again. 'The echo effect adds drama. Fufufufufu...' I raised an eyebrow. He just grinned back.

I looked sadly at Hikaru and Kaoru. They were having fun together chatting and laughing without me. Did I really miss them that much? Did I really miss the host club?

'Yes you do! Sheesh! How long does it take you to realise that?'

"Shut up!" I stood up and yelled. I froze for a moment. Everyone in the class was looking at me. "Sorry please continue." Everybody did as I said. I suddenly felt a lack of energy in my body. I slouched on my seat and dropped my head on my back of my chair. "Ow..." I mumbled as I rubbed the bad of my head.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I stood in front of the third music room. I gawked at the double doors. Why was I nervous from going in? It's only Tamaki-senpai and them.

I pushed one of the doors and stepped inside. Everyone was busy at their little stations. Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai were sitting on the left at the table, munching on sweets (well... Hani was), Hikaru and Kaoru were doing their brotherly love act on the right in front of a couple of girls, and Tamaki was on the couch in the middle with his hands clasping his customer's.

"What brings you here?" Kyoya came up to me and pushed up his glasses. "You're not on the customer list." I sweat dropped. He didn't remember me at all. If Kyoya never remembered me, there's no hope in anybody else.

"Um... I just... uh...," I stammered. Why was I here? I knew that they wouldn't remember me.

"I have to suggest that you leave miss," Kyoya told me. "We are rather busy today."

"Nonsense Kyoya!" I tilted my head to the side to see Tamaki behind him. "Our job is to make young ladies happy," stated Tamaki. "If she pleases, she may stay."

For the next little while, I sat at a table gazing at everybody. My eyes shifted from left to right seeing the smiles on each of their faces. They were laughing together and having fun – without me. I missed being with them. I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to laugh and smile with them. I love the host club. But now, they didn't even know me.

My eyes started to water. I looked up to make my tears fall back in my eyes. There was no use for them. They wouldn't help.

I stood up. I had to do something. Think Haruhi... think! My eyes landed on the vase. I blinked once or twice. It wasn't broken?

'Of course not!' I heard the voice from behind.

"Oh it's you again..." I sweat dropped.

'You know... you're not making my job any easier...' said the ghost. My eyebrows went up. I didn't get what he was saying. 'Haven't you thought of breaking the vase again?'

My eyes grew wide. Why didn't I think about that? 'Because you're Haruhi,' he commented.

"C'mon, I'm not that slow." 'Nekozawa' smirked.

I walked over to the stand with the vase. I held it by the handle. I dropped it.

Crash?

"You have to be more careful." I looked at the ground. Hani-senpai, why did you have to catch it? I sweat dropped.

'Because he has good reflexes.'

"I wasn't asking you," I retorted.

"Asking who?" Hani asked innocently.

"Uh... um... nobody," I replied nervously.

Hani stared at me and blinked a few times. "Okay," he said with a smile. He placed the vase on the stand and skipped off.

Well, that didn't work. But now Hani was at the other end of the room. That means...

I bumped the vase's stand with my hip. I turned around.

IT WAS IN MORI'S HAND!! ARGH!!

How many times did I have to do this? What did I do to deserve this??

'You wanted to be alone!' the ghost simply stated. I swear dropped. I didn't have time for him. 'Aww... Then I'll be lonely...' I glared at him but the glare seemed to go right through him.

I leaned against a table and sighed. What if I couldn't get things back to the way they were? I felt so alone. I didn't want to be alone. Did I have to make new friends?

'You have me,' the ghost smiled. I ignored him. I knew nobody could replace them. Why did I have to wish for this to happen?

I began to slump more. Little did I know...

CRASH!

... that I tipped over the table.

There were many fragments on the floor. I was careful not to step on any of them. But one I looked up, I was overwhelmed by the number of faces that were staring at me. I was speechless.

"You-"

"I'm sorry," I apologized quickly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm s-" Wait... this meant that I owed them. I tried to hide the smile that was going to form across my face.

"That's was 10 000 000 yen," stated Kyoya-senpai.

WHAT?! My head fell to the side. That tea set cost more than the vase? Well... I didn't have to worry about being alone anymore. They're probably going to make me work for them now.

"I can't pay that..." I informed him. Please make me a host again.

"Of course you can't," Kyoya-senpai replied. "You're not rich like the rest of us." Well that was blunt.

"Yeah... so what do I do now?" Please make me a host again. I felt my eye water.

"Don't worry my princess," Tamaki-senpai comforted. "I'll gladly pay for those."

AHHHH!! My eyes just had to water then. Tamaki-senpai's vulnerable to sad girls. I was frustrated. I was at my breaking point.

I took a pair of scissors from my bag and grabbed onto my hair. They wouldn't cut! I furiously snipped at my hair but it was totally useless.

I walked to the host club washroom. There was an electric razor. I put it to my head. But something or someone was holding me back. I couldn't get rid of my hair. If it wasn't for my hair, they would have known me. No. That wasn't it. Tears blurred my vision. It was because I wished for this. I don't want this anymore. I don't want this anymore...

:Normal POV:

"Haruhi let go of the razor!" Hikaru tried to pull the razor out of her hand.

"Her hand won't budge!" Kaoru panicked.

"Nooo!! I can't let my daughter become bald!" Both of Tamaki's hands were on his head.

"Interesting..." Kyoya commented. "I never imagine that she would go this far..." Kyoya's glasses slid down his nose.

"WAHHH!! Haru-chan can't cut her hair!!" Hani wailed as Mori tried to comfort him by patting his head.

Haruhi's eyes suddenly opened, which halted the host club from panicking any further. She looked at the mirror. She was back. Tears flowed from her eyes. She was back.

"Haru-chan's awake!" exclaimed Hani and squeezed her tightly.

"GAH! Haruhi's crying!" Tamaki panicked. "Haruhi, what happened? Did we hurt you in any way?"

"Judging by the way she stopped when she woke up, she was sleepwalking and probably had a nightmare," concluded Kyoya.

"Don't worry! Daddy's here!" Tamaki comforted her.

"Wow... Hani-senpai is scary when he wakes up..," started Hikaru.

"...Mori-senpai is scary when he is sleepy..," continued Kaoru.

"And Haruhi is scary when she is sleeping," they finished off in unison.

Haruhi looked around. Everything was the same again. She giggled to herself. She couldn't believe that they were annoying when they were really the highlight of her day.

Hehehe... I know... I took me so long to update and I'm sorry. There was a point where I couldn't even remember what the ending was supposed to be. This story was just made on a whim. I seriously think that my other OHSHC stories, Confessions of a Teenage Movie Star and The Last Bun-Bun, are much better. Anyways, please review (aka comment and criticise).