Hi all! I'm back! Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far, you guys are awesome, and if you have any particular places where you want the Host Club to visit, just let me know and I'll do my best to find a place for it! I hope you continue to enjoy this story! It's so much fun to write, especially as I've been to many of the places these guys are going, so I can use my own experiences (^_^) I hope it shows, I've tried to make it detailed without being boring.

Anyway here's chapter two of Host Club Holiday! (Disclaimer: I don't own the Host Club, nor do I own the Summer) enjoy!

Chapter Two- London Part Two.

'Hikaru, Kaoru- seriously what is this place?' I asked with the tone I used whenever I suspected the twins were up to something. It was a tone I had perfected over time simply because I had used it so much. And I was using it then because, after relentless insisting from the twins (including waking us up in the morning with a fake emergency) we had all finally caved and agreed to visit the London Dungeons.

We all decided it would be best to get it over and done with as soon as possible, as none of us knew what exactly the London Dungeons were, but it sure didn't sound like a walk in St. James' Park. And so there we were, in an outside queue after a quick breakfast, right near London Bridge.

'It's like history come alive!' Kaoru exclaimed with a kind of manic grin that didn't ease my suspicions.

'Yeah, these people dress up in olden times cosplay and tell you about things that happened to the commoners in their time! Like the Great Fire of London, and Jack the Ripper!' Hikaru cried with equal enthusiasm, a mad glint in his eye.

'J- Jack the Ripper?' I felt Tamaki clutch my hand tighter and it was nice to know he'd had the same reaction as me. 'Who's Jack the Ripper?'

'Jack the Ripper is a man who roamed the streets murdering prostitutes in the Victorian era and to this day his identity is unknown. Although there are suspects, and many people have attempted to uncover the mystery- including my family's own police force.' Kyoya chimed in. And with every word he spoke, I felt myself wishing more and more that I hadn't eaten that second breakfast muffin.

'That sounds scary. Hika-chan, Kaou-chan, it isn't really scary is it? Can't we just go have cake instead?' Huni-Sempai asked hugging his pink bunny closer to him. Tamaki meanwhile, was holding my hand so hard it was starting to go numb.

'We've heard it's so much fun though! Besides we already got the tickets!' Kaoru argued with a pout. 'And it's not scary.'

'Yeah- unless you're a total wuss.'

'Yeah are you a total wuss Tono?'

Oh no I thought as the twins rounded on an already paling Tamaki with big grins plastered on their faces. At their words though, he stood up straighter.

'No! Of course not!' He replied. I buried my head in my one free hand.

'Really? Because we think Haruhi would prefer someone who was brave and strong.'

'-Yeah you don't want to look like a coward in front of Haruhi do you?'

'Leave me out of this, guys!' I protested glaring at the two manipulative demons in front of me. But I knew it was too late. Tamaki had been completely swayed.

'Come on guys! Whether it's scary or not, we're the Host Club, we are not cowards- we are real men...and Haruhi.'

'Ugh.' Once again my head was back in my hands. And so I followed the marching band of idiots as we went through the big black double doors. I looked up at the large sign above the entrance where the words 'THE LONDON DUNGEONS' in red lettering were portrayed as if written in fresh, oozing blood. From this sign alone I came to the conclusion that Tamaki would soon be eating his words.
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So we'd made it through several of the attractions already, and none of us had broken down yet- mainly because Mori-Sempai had told Huni-Sempai to keep his eyes shut unless otherwise instructed. It was kind of stupid, and personally I would have rather been sightseeing. At least at first it had seemed a little historical, being placed in realistic settings from the time of the Great Fire of London- where we had to try to uncover the mystery of how it started, and showing us real torture devices. It was even quite funny when a person they called The Torturer, who was a historical figure in charge of finding traitors, set on the twins and pretended to use a horrible device called the tongue-tearer on the 'mirror sinners'. Though as time went on it was fairly obvious that it was a little to do with history and more to do with scaring the crap out of people.

But, despite the fact that we were all kind of scared (except for Mori-Sempai and Kyoya-Sempai who, let's face it, acted like they were robots set onto cool mode all the time) we carried on. Tamaki's hand never left mine and it was starting to go numb again.

After the meeting with The Torturer, we went through a pitch black passage way which opened to a chamber of cobbled streets, mirrored after Victorian London. A dank smell reached my nostrils and the mist that hung in the air glowed an eerie blue. It all seemed so realistic, that goosebumps formed on my skin and- despite myself- I shivered.

Kyoya flicked on the Japanese audio-tour device as we walked through the seemly deserted streets whilst Mori put his giant hands over Huni-Sempai's ears. It spoke in chilling tones.

'Welcome to Whitechapel, 1888, a dark time in Victorian history, where a mysterious killer stalks the alleys and streets- preying on the women of the night. Walk the streets and see where victims fell prey to Jack the Ripper's deadly blade. But beware fellow Dungeon Dwellers, the killer was never caught. So who knows? He may be out there right now, watching...waiting...'

Ok, ok, this is stupid. If he was Victorian, he'd be dead by now. Or so old he'd be too weak to lift a blade. I tried to rationalise, but the atmosphere, the voice, and the fact that the semi-darkness meant my eyes were beginning to play tricks on me- all made my fear levels rise dramatically.

'D-don't worry Haruhi, I'll p-protect y-you.' Tamaki whispered in my ear, clearly trying to sound more confident.

'Y-yeah, J-Jack the R-Ripper only k-killed girls!' Hikaru replied, falling prey to the atmosphere also. 'S-so everyone k-keep an eye on Haruhi!'

'R-Right!' The rest of them nodded.

That would have been comforting, if they didn't look like they'd all wet themselves at a moving shadow.

We went through a stone archway which led to a claustrophobic, cluttered street with a sign saying Bakers Row, just visible through the mist. Blood was splattered on the walls and a plaque on the archway read 'here is the spot where Jack the Ripper's first victim was found.'

Kyoya turned on the audio-device again and once more the chilling voice filled the vicinity. 'Jack the Ripper's first victim was one Mary Ann Nichols, who was found here on Bakers Row after a night of drinking and debauchery. They say a criminal always returns to the scene of a crime yet so far this has yet to be true for Jack. But who knows? Maybe now he's lurking in the shadows, ready to strike once more at the place where he felled his first victim, lurking closer...and closer...and closer...'

Suddenly a black gloved hand slammed down on my shoulder. Whipping around by instinct, I came face to face with a huge figure in a dark cloak looming behind me, half hidden in the shadows- and in his hand, a giant blade dripping with blood. Jack the Ripper.

My heart slammed into my throat and I let out a scream that pierced the air. This set about a frenzy of screaming and crying from Huni-Sempai, Hikaru, Kaoru and especially Tamaki.

'HARUHI!' The King of the Host Club yelled and before anyone else could move, his fist was soaring into the jaw of Jack the Ripper.

'Get off of Haruhi, you evil murderer!' Hikaru yelled tackling the man in the black cloak. Kaoru jumped in for support whilst I stood rooted to the spot in horror. 'RUN TONO! GET HARUHI AND RUN!'

And before I knew it, Tamaki had grabbed me around the waist and we were practically flying back the way we came, passed all the chambers and passageways at such speeds they were practically a blur. We burst through the two front doors, into the blinding summer sun, and Tamaki set me down on a nearby bench, panting and gasping for air.

It took a few seconds of sitting in the clear light of day for the realisation (and then the dread) to set in.

'Oh no. That poor actor- getting punched and tackled like that... mind you, I'm sure it's not the first time it's happened, maybe it's an occupational hazard-'

'Haruhi!' Tamaki cried, cutting me off as he'd regained his breath. Kneeling down before me, he began checking me all over so frantically that passersby began to stare, no doubt wondering if there actually was something wrong with me. 'Are you ok? Did the Ripper hurt you?'

I sighed, taking his hands off my shoulders 'I'm fine, he wouldn't have hurt me anyway- it was just a scare tactic.'

'He had a blade! He would have killed you!' Clearly he was taking a longer time than me to recover from the initial shock.

'That was a prop. Tamaki, he wasn't really Jack the Ripper, it was just an actor. Think about it, the Ripper is dead now. He can't hurt anyone.' I explained gently, trying to cure my own nerves also- which hadn't quite subsided.

'Well actor or not, he was still threatening you-' he replied, his violet eyes impassioned as he sat down next to me.

'-Not really.' I pointed out flatly, wrinkling my nose as I did so. But still, I recognised he was on a tangent, so I gave up.

'-and I promised I'd protect you no matter what!'

Putting aside the fact that I felt bad about what happened, for the first time that day my heart leapt in a good way and I smiled despite myself.

'I just hope Kyoya can fix it.' I said resting my chestnut-topped head against his shoulder.

'Kyoya can fix anything.' Tamaki replied, his tone softening immensely, as if my head on his shoulder had rendered him instantly calm. I saved that information for later. It could come in handy. I chuckled.

'Yeah- that's true.' I agreed, suddenly becoming calm with him and I shifted closer to his. He smelled like fresh soap- the fancy kind- and something else. I wasn't sure what that something else was, but it was warm and comforting. It made me smile, and forget how foolishly scared I had been. It was weird- he didn't even have to say anything, he just had to be by my side and I felt better. I hadn't felt like that about...well about anyone, except my dad- and my mum when she was alive- but that was a completely different type of feeling better. I don't think I had allowed myself to feel this way about anyone, but I'd changed a lot in the past few years. Now I found that it would feel even stranger not to feel this way, and an even greater truth hit me when I realised that I'd be lonely without these new feelings, lonely without him.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, in which we people-watched, the rest of the gang emerged from the Dungeons, unscathed. Though the twins wore hang-dog expressions and Huni-Sempai (clinging to Mori-Sempai's leg like a cat clings to a scratching post) looked like no amount of cake will ever cure him of the ordeal he had just gone through.

'Alright, luckily I managed to clear that mess up before they threatened to press charges.' Kyoya stated pushing his glasses further up his nose. 'But I think we're all decided, never go anywhere the twins suggest again, agreed?'

And we all did indeed agree, even Mori-Sempai said 'agreed, we're never trusting them again.'

'Oh come on guys! That's so unfair!' The twins cried out in protest, which went ignored by all of us.

'Well now that that's settled shall we all get some lunch?' Kyoya asked.

'Yeah, and then we can go sightseeing!' Tamaki replied leaping off the bench and taking me with him.

'I don't think I want to do anything else today.' Huni-Sempai mumbled shakily under his breath 'Takashi, can we go back to the hotel?'

'Mmm.' Mori-Sempai nodded.

'Yeah and Kaoru and I want to go see the House of Horrors at Madame Tussaudes. So we're going to go there.' Hikaru replied putting his hands in his pockets and scuffing the ground with his shoe, despondent that he couldn't get us to fall for anymore of his tricks.

'And I'm going to go back to the hotel and check our travel arrangements for the next few days.' Kyoya replied getting out his blackberry. Tamaki frowned.

'Ok then we all have to stay together tomorrow! All of us together- after all this is a holiday for the Host Club, we can't spend it apart!' He cried waving his arms dramatically.

So once we'd all decided what we were going to do, we made our way back to the hotel for some lunch before heading our own separate ways. Mori and Huni-Sempai for afternoon tea and cake at a famous restaurant called Fortnum and Mason (Huni's ability to always have room for cake would never cease to amaze me), Kyoya to check on our travel plans, Hikaru and Kaoru to the House of Horrors at Madame Tussaudes and Tamaki and I to Westminster.
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I was exhausted.

But exhausted in a good way. Tamaki had dragged me all around Westminster Abbey and Big Ben- taking thousands of pictures as he went and looking with respect at the peace protesters on the lawn of the House of Commons, He'd shrieked with delight when he heard the bell of the large clock tower ring and listened fascinated when I told him that many people didn't know that Big Ben wasn't the name of the clock tower itself, but the bell that rings inside it. Its real name was the Clock Tower of St Stephens, but everyone just calls it Big Ben.

'Haruhi you're so smart! My girlfriend is so smart!' He'd cried, throwing his arms around me, making passersby stare at us.

'Tamaki I can't breathe.' I had replied, my voice muffled.

After that, to Tamaki's endless joy, we had hopped onto a double storey red bus, which had taken us all the way to Trafalgar Square- which is where we were currently. The large square was centred with two giant, crystal clear fountains with matching lion statues. Right in the middle was a pillar taller than all the buildings surrounding it topped with a figure of a man wearing an olden time suit and a captain's hat. I flicked through my guide book and found that it was called Nelson's Column, a monument to Admiral Nelson- who was famous for winning the battle of Trafalgar in 1805.

I was starting to really like London. It was full of so much interesting history and so many strange but fascinating landmarks. I wondered if all the cities we were visiting were going to be as interesting- and suddenly I was a lot more excited for this trip then I'd been before.

Although I hoped not all of Europe's monuments required me to look up, I was starting to get neck-ache.

'What's in there do you think?' Tamaki caught my attention by tugging my sleeve and gesturing towards the large roman-columned building at the other end of the square.

'That's the National Gallery, it's free to all visitors- do you want to check it out?' I asked.

'Sure! Looking at beautiful artwork, it sounds like fun! Maybe we can go to some more museums later on too?'

'Maybe we can do that tomorrow with everyone else?' I suggested with a smile. 'The others would like that; we all appreciate art in different ways I think.'

'Yeah I think you're right, ok we'll do some museum-tours tomorrow. I'll ask Kyoya to arrange it tonight. Anyway before we go in can I get someone to take a picture of us next to the fountain?' He asked me with such a puppy-dog look, I just shook my head with a grin and agreed with a chuckle.

Tamaki ran off to find someone to take our picture and I moved to a position next to one of the fountains which would ensure that we got a good view of ourselves and the area around us.

'Haruhi! Haruhi!' Tamaki called excitedly running towards me; followed by an amused looking middle-aged man with a suit and briefcase. 'This nice gentleman said he'd take our photo for us!'

What happened next was like a moment in which the stars aligned, fates crossed, time slowed down and heaps of other dumb clichés. As Tamaki ran towards me, a young toddler throwing a tantrum threw his banana peel out of his pram, straight into his path. He, of course, stepped right onto it and it sent him skidding straight towards me. It all happened so fast that I could only stare in shock as he came straight towards me, his arms flailing wildly, and slammed full-bodied into me, both of us flying backwards straight into the fountain.

I was submerged in the water for a few seconds, before bursting to the surface, standing up- the water cascading down me like an afternoon deluge. I blinked at Tamaki, who was stood next to me- equally soaked and equally shocked. He caught my eye as people around us stared-

-and the pair of us burst out laughing.

It was only after we'd gotten back to the hotel and into dry clothes that we saw the man had taken photos of us anyway. And I had to be honest, the photos of me and Tamaki- standing in the fountain at Trafalgar, covered in water and laughing our heads off, were certainly an original take on the typical touristy photos.
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