A/N:
Chapter 12
The ride was bumpy but I was slightly comforted by the arm latched securely over my shoulders. Tamaki held me close to his side when the plane hit turbulence. I never looked at him, I stared straight out the window and watched the white fluffy clouds dance under our wings and the sunshine sparkle across the dampness that formed them.
For the last three days Tamaki had noticed Haruhi's quiet behavior. Even her hosting duties had declined and the girls asked after her worriedly. Tamaki was glad he'd planned this trip when he had; it seemed like a good idea for Haruhi. Whatever was ailing her, he hoped that with his help she would be happier on this trip then before. He still didn't understand what had upset her so much when she'd appeared before him those days ago. She refused to talk about it and only clammed up tighter when he tried to pursue it. So he left it alone for now.
"We're almost there Haruhi look." He leaned over her pointing at the building, more like hotel/mansion. She couldn't believe how large it was. It was like a grand hotel, but Tamaki insisted it was only a rented home his family had picked up a few years ago. It had taken a lot of persuasion to get his grandmothers approval of its use for them this.
"Aren't you excited my dear?" He asked shaking her arm a little. Haruhi titled her head back and it contacted with Tamaki's shoulder. She gazed up silently for a minute and saw the hope sparkling in his eyes.
"Very much so Senpai….very much so." She whispered straightening again and staring blankly out the window. What would this trip bring? These last few days preparing for the trip Tamaki had practically glued himself to her. And Kyouya? She'd barely seen him. But every so often she'd catch his eye during hosting hours but he'd turn away quickly like the sight of her pained him….or disgusted. She'd tried a few times to speak to him, try and regain that small platform of their friendship but each time he'd pushed off and back into despair which eventually would lead her into Tamaki's arms. But he could never comfort her enough to bring her back to her old self. She was taking this much too hard, shed berate herself but it never helped.
The members of the club split up to their respected rooms except for Tamaki who led Haruhi up the spiraling stair case to her room on the second floor.
"This will be your room. Do you think you can remember the way?" He asked amusement making his eyes light up. Haruhi had no choice to smile and nod her head as she followed him into the…..room. She still couldn't imagine having all this space to herself. This room must have been the size of her entire apartment.
"Thank you Senpai." She mumbled placing her small bag up on the overly large bed. She imagined the small pace of her bed and found Kyouya's image curled close to hers and she turned away from it quickly. Stop it you stupid girl. Don't you dare let that man into your heart. He's hurt you, now let it go. Look at who really loves you. Haruhi forced herself to look Tamaki in the eye. His sapphire eyes gleamed back her happily completely unaware of the pain she harbored.
"I'd like for you and me to have a special little date. Just the two of us. Theres a beautiful spot on the roof. Meet me there tonight at seven." He leaned forward planted a sweet kiss to her cheek then walked from the room waving to her as he excited. Haruhi slumped to the mattress and sighed.
"This is going to be a long weekend."