A/N: So…how am I doing on the whole updating thing? Nice, right? That's what I was thinking too. You guys should feel awesome. My life is crazy as heck with school and stuff, but I stay up late into the night writing this silly, little fan fiction just for you guys. I'm just nice like that.
A/Np.s: I didn't really know how to make this scene happen, so don't be angry if it's fluffy
"So Haruhi," one of the girls asked. "What do you miss most about America?"
Haruhi didn't have to think long. These girls were so repetitive, it seemed like they asked the same questions everyday. How were they supposed to "get to know her" if they only wanted to hear the same things? Holding a conversation with them was impossible, but entertaining them was a no-brainer. "I'd have to say I miss my friends Snow, Nicolette, and Belinda the most. I know this is for the best, but I still wish they were here." Haruhi looked off into space-thinking about the big sale at the supermarket that day-causing all the girls to squeal.
A round girl with long blonde hair spoke up. "But Haruhi, don't you like the new friends you've made? If you hadn't moved to Japan, I-" she looked away shyly, blush forming on her nose. "-I never would have met you."
Haruhi smiled a sincere smile at the blushing girl. "You're right. The Host Club made me feel welcome when everybody else just ignored me. Without them-and you lovely ladies-I'd probably be sitting alone studying right now." she checked her watch. "Thank you for your company, ladies, but I'm afraid Host Club is over for today. Please come back soon." she stood in her position beside the other Hosts as they waved the girls away.
Back at Haruhi's House…..O-o
Ranka cleared his throat. "Um, Haruhi? Could you come here a sec? I need to talk to you about something."
Haruhi pushed her algebra book to the side and walked to the kitchen. He didn't sound angry-Ranka had been sober ever since he started the meetings. "Yeah, Dad?" she sat down across from him. He had his hands folded in his lap. Avoiding her eyes. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
When he spoke, his voice was gruff and stand-offish. The way guys talk when they've done something wrong, but try to blow it off. "Um…I noticed you've been wearing a lot of sweats and stuff lately."
She chuckled. "Yeah, Dad. You made me leave my clothes in America, remember?"
"Well…I was wondering…Do you wanna go shopping for some new ones? I got a little extra cash saved up from not buying beer and stuff. You bein' a girl and all…I figured you'd wanna wear some girl clothes from time to time."
"…"
"…Say something, already. I gotta go do stuff."
Haruhi lept from her place at the table and glomped her father. "Daddy! I love you so much! I saved all my clothes from America so all I have to do is get Snow to mail them back, but thanks for offering to buy me new clothes. You're the best."
"Snow has all your old clothes? Won't it cost a lot to have them all shipped from America?"
"Oh.. I forgot. Just forget it. I shouldn't make her do that for me."
Seeing his daughter so sad made Ranka rethink what he said. "Well, if I'm not spending the money on clothes, then I'll just pay to have it shipped! But I still want to buy you at least one dress."
"You don't have to do that, Dad. Just offering to buy it was enough. Plus you're paying to have my other clothes shipped, so it's all good."
Ranka slammed his hand on the smooth wooden table-top. "No it's not all good, Haruhi! The way I've been treating you was wrong. I swear on your mother's grave that I'll make it up to you." Haruhi was quiet, as she listened to her father speak. He sounded like a new man. "I can't promise right away that I won't drink anymore. I do work at a bar, after all. It's going to be tough, but just have some faith in me. I'll try to control my anger when I'm around you. And I'll try to control my…urges too." Ranka stared at his hands in his lap, avoiding Haruhi's gaze. She stared at him for a long time. Welcome back, Dad. she thought to herself. A smile slowly graced her lips as she walked back to her bedroom.
"Aw, but now I can't borrow your stuff anymore." Nicolette whined to Haruhi. Her movements were slow and blurry on Haruhi's laptop screen. Her chocolate brown curls were bouncing around as she spoke, using her hands almost more than her words.
"Well, if you come to Japan, you can borrow anything you want from me!" Haruhi giggled as she caught up with her friend.
Nicolette put her chin in her hand and stared off into space, pretending to think. "Hm…than might not be a bad idea. Except for the fact that I don't speak a word of Japanese, you silly goose."
"Hey, it was worth a shot. I'd really love to come visit you guys some time. I miss you."
"We miss you too, sweetheart!" Haruhi could hear a distant voice coming from another room in Nicolette's house. It sounded like Belinda. Nicolette glanced at the door before turning her attention back to the camera. "Sorry, gotta go! It was fun chatting with you. Let's do it again real soon, kay?"
"Yeah.." Haruhi faltered. "Uh-bye I guess."
I wonder what they're up to. she thought. She frowned and put away her laptop. I hope they're not forgetting about me.
"Something wrong, Haruhi?" Kyouya looked down at her over the edge of his wire-rimmed glasses. "You seemed a little off when you were hosting today."
Haruhi sighed, not wanting to burden him with her worries. "It's just that me and my dad had a talk on Saturday." She saw the look on Kyouya's face when she mentioned her father and quickly changed her approach. "No, no no! It's nothing bad. It's actually really good. He said that I could get all my old clothes back from America. I left them with my friends, so they could mail them back to me one day."
…"Haruhi, what does that have to do with you being distracted today?"
"Uh…I guess I was just thinking about all the new options I'd have with my old clothes. Before all I could wear was sweats and stuff, you know? " Haruhi gave a nervous chuckle and scratched her head. Kyouya looked like he was about to retaliate, but Tamaki was motioning frantically for Haruhi to come over.
"Um, yeah? What do you need, sempai?" Haruhi tilted her head, kinda confused.
"Uh- just stay after school with me, okay?"
"I did stay after school with you. For host club, remember?"
A dark pink bloomed on his cheeks. "I meant more after school. After everyone leaves. I gotta tell you something." Was he nervous?
"Bye guys!" Hunny waved goodbye to the last two remaining hosts from his perch atop Mori's shoulders.
"Bye, Hunny-sempai." Said Haruhi. Se mouthed the words "I'll text you later." to Mori. This was the first time since they've been dating(officially dating) that he wouldn't be taking her home. Although he didn't expect that idiot king to do anything serious with Haruhi, Mori wasn't that eager to leave them alone together. He was only leaving because Haruhi told him to.
"If you stayed too, and refused to leave until I left, they'd definitely know something was up"
"But why do we even have to keep it a secret anymore?" he countered, frustrated.
She fidgeted nervously with the dishes in the sink. "If they find out…don't you think it'd be a bit …awkward? What are we supposed to do when we're around them? There'd be, like 5 extra wheels."
Mori gave it some thought on his way to the limo. She right, he said to himself. What's new?
Haruhi spun on her heels to face Tamaki. "So, why did you need me to stay after school with you?"
He ran a hand through his blonde tresses nervously. "Wh-why don't you sit down?" He took her hand and led her to the couch. She looked up at him with innocently expectant eyes. His violet eyes seem glued to hers, oblivious to anything else but the girl in front of him.
And that's when he did it.
He quickly leaned in(not at all like he planned) and stole a gentle kiss from her soft, rosy lips.
What did he just…? Haruhi's mind was numb. This was not what she was expecting at all. He's always running around calling me his daughter…when did he…?
"Sorry if that seemed sudden. I just-I've liked you for really long time Haruhi."
She remained silent. Looking at him in a frozen state of shock.
"Uh…Do you like me back?"
"…"
A deep crimson spread across Tamaki's face. He blushed deeper than she'd ever seen before. "I see…Yu don't feel the same way." He looked down at the floor, his bangs blocking his expression. "Well, since I kept you here late, do you want a ride home?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be really nice, sempai."
The ride home wasn't as awkwardly silent has she'd imagined it would be. Tamaki wouldn't stop talking. It seemed like he was back to his old self.
"So then, Antoinette jumped onto the dinner table and scared all the maids out of their minds! I laughed so hard I thought I would die. Oh, we're back at your house."
Haruhi said a quick goodbye and reached for the door handle, but Tamaki gently placed a hand on her wrist. "Haruhi?" his voice was low and he'd returned to the serious tone he had at the club room. "If you don't like me…then who do you like? And don't try to lie. We've all noticed how you've been acting lately."
Haruhi slid her wrist away from his grip. "It's nobody, sempai. Now if you don't mind I'd like to go home. Thank you for the ride." And with that she stepped out and shut the door behind her. Tamaki's eyes lingered a little low as she walked to the lobby doors of her apartment building. Maybe Kyouya will know., he thought later that night, looking at his phone.
"So she doesn't like me, I know that. But who does she like? I figured you of all people would know, Kyouya." Tamaki paced back and forth across his expensive carpeting. The question had been bothering him all day.
"I honestly have know idea, Tamaki." Kyouya hung up with his friend and picked up his planner. He erased everything he had planned for the following after noon after his Host Club duties were completed. He began making a mental checklist at dinner that night, and after that conversation, he could happily cross off the first one.
1)Suouh get's rejected.
"Check" he said with a smirk. And now for step two.
2)Steal Haruhi's heart for myself.
"I could do that one in my sleep."