I am so sorry that this was later than expected! I hope I made up for it with a super long chapter with all our favourite kinds of Host Club insanity plus a bit of wonderful fluff that us fanfic writers love. I wanted to get this up before my holiday, but I had some computer troubles (all fixed now) and so that meant a whole week of not writing! BOOO!

But like I said I'm back now, ready and raring to go! Hope you enjoy the last part of the France arc! After that we're off to Spain! (^_^) Thank you once again to all my reviewers, old and new! You are all wonderful and fantastic and I don't know what I do to deserve such wonderful praise!

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Chapter Seven- France Part Four.

'I do beg your pardon, but what do you mean when you say there's been a mistake?' Kyoya was saying with an icy undertone that suggested the hotel clerk would do well to tread very carefully. The rest of us looked on, at the edges of the scene, apprehensively.

We'd had a lovely morning in Paris, having a very early breakfast with Anne Sophie-San before saying goodbye, getting her to promise to visit before she moved to Japan permanently, and making our way to the south of France. We decided to drive the eight hours there, stopping at random sights along the way, taking photos and enjoying a picnic of French delicacies (except for snails, everyone learned their lesson at Chez Rousseau's) the French countryside was full of extremes, sometimes flat as a pancake- sometimes full to the brim with rolling hills. Either way it was charming.

So we reached the hotel, a large pleasant-but-rich hotel on the waterfront overlooking the bay and marina of Saint Tropez- which is the town we had chosen to stay at in the French Riviera. According to my guide it was a well known tourist destination for celebrities the word over. As somebody who's quite out of touch with celebrity culture, this news didn't really impress me as much as it did the others (especially Tamaki who had been hoping he would spot stars of his favourite soap opera- as apparently they also liked to stay in the area). In fact this information caused me to groan a little, because if this was a hotspot for celebrities- guaranteed the prices for things would be through the roof. And I was already a little uncomfortable with the others paying for my hotel fees- especially with the hotels they chose, this one being another classic example.

But there were more pressing matters to do with hotels than my worries about being a mooch.

'Again I am very sorry Monsieur; it seems that there has been a technical error and instead of giving you seven single rooms, we have booked two twin rooms and one triple room instead.' The clerk replied looking thoroughly sorrowful whilst I was left dreading who I'd been paired with, every scenario seemed less ideal. Mother in heaven if I'm paired with the twins, I'll be joining you shortly.

'So then, if there is a problem, fix it. Change it to give us seven single rooms.' Kyoya shot back as if the person was an idiot, yet he still had that polite tone of voice. It was amazing how he did that really. My heart leapt, hoping that the solution to this nightmare would be over quickly. That hope, unfortunately, was short lived as the clerk- an older man with greying sideburns- was shaking his head.

'I am afraid that all the other rooms have been booked, as it is such a popular hotel. However the rooms should become available in four nights time.' He added the last part rather hopefully. I fought the urge to groan.

'We won't be here in four nights time.' Kyoya narrowed his eyes and the clerks eyes widened, however he seemed to be trained for all circumstances and the brief flash of fear on his face was quickly removed. It was true we were only staying here two nights before travelling to Spain.

'In that case Monsieur, we would be happy to offer you a full refund should you choose to stay anywhere else. We are terribly sorry for this inconvenience, such things rarely happen.'

'Typical.' I murmured, just as Huni-Sempai slumped against Mori-Sempai's legs, sound asleep- finally giving in to the travelling exhaustion. Tamaki glanced down at the sleepy Lolita-type and heaved a small sigh.

'Kyoya, maybe it would be best if for tonight we stayed? It's probably too late to find another hotel and we're all tired.' He said calmly and rationally. I blinked, it never failed to surprise me when Tamaki was logical (probably because it happened so little). And I couldn't help but notice that whilst Kyoya may be skilled at imploring to Tamaki's childish side, Tamaki was just as good at imploring to Kyoya's practical side. I supposed that was why they worked so well as best friends, despite being complete opposites. They knew each other.

'Yeah I agree with Tono.' Hikaru replied with a shrug. 'It's no big deal really, accidents happen- and I've been sharing a room with Kaoru every night since we were born. Doesn't bother us does it?' Hikaru glanced at his twin who shook his head sleepily, a small group of girls who in the queue for the hotel desk were swooning at his words. I rolled my eyes.

Kyoya pursed his lips slightly and glanced at me for a split second, as if trying to read my thoughts on the matter. I suppose being the only girl, my opinion would count for something- I noticed Tamaki looking at me too. Truth be told I didn't really mind too much if I was sharing with say Huni-sempai who was completely harmless, but I suppose it would seem a bit weird sharing with the others. I mean what if one of them saw me changing? I didn't mind the sleeping in the same room part, but all those other little things, those were bugging me a little.

Still if everyone was ok with it I certainly wasn't going to be the one to cause a fuss. So I smiled and nodded encouragingly. After all it was just for two nights. We could handle it.

I couldn't handle this.

Apparently the desk clerk had made YET ANOTHER error. Honestly you'd think such a top class hotel would be better organised. It turns out that the room I'd been assigned to was not, in fact a twin bedroom- oh no- of course not. After all, why be mildly inconvenient when they could be so terribly, utterly and horrendously incommodious?

No it was in fact, a double bedroom. That I was sharing. With Tamaki.

The door was slammed shut behind us by the bellboy who had carried our luggage with what- in my opinion- was a very inappropriate wink. I stared at our bedroom.

It was very light, modern and spacious, white gossamer curtains led to an ocean view balcony- in the dark of the night however only the lights from the boats in the marina and the distant sounds of the waves gave any indication that there was a world beyond this room. The bed however, was the thing drawing my (and Tamaki's) attention the most, frozen in shock at the sight before us. The king sized bed with white, fluffy, cloud-like duvet and pillows. It rested on a raised platform to the left of the room, surrounded by a canopy of wispy white fabric, covering the head of the bed.

It reminded me of a honeymoon suite. The thought made me nearly hyperventilate.

Tamaki was the first to recover. Walking over to the wardrobe next to the bathroom on the right hand side of the room, he peered inwards, searching for something.

'Ok there's a spare set of bed sheets in here. So I can sleep on the floor. You take the bed.' He replied, his voice slightly muffled as he rummaged through the wardrobe.

I stopped wanting to hyperventilate at the room, which looked like an offering from the gods for a couple on their wedding night, and turned towards Tamaki- who was still rummaging in the wardrobe.

'Huh? You're going to sleep on the floor?' I blinked. I almost asked why before I realised that was a very stupid question. Almost as stupid as the question I just asked.

Tamaki peered out from behind the wardrobe door, his blonde hair fell into his eyes as he did so, but this didn't conceal the serious expression etched onto his face. 'I pride myself on being a gentleman Haruhi, and I won't make you feel uncomfortable by sharing a bed with you before you're ready. Before we're both ready.' He added as an afterthought and then went back to the wardrobe. I caught a few phrases that he mumbled to himself, the most amusing being something about my father killing him if he found out.

I felt a rush of affection for him then and couldn't help the quiet smile creeping onto my face. Following him towards the wardrobe, I rested my hand on his shoulder to still him.

'You don't have to sleep on the floor. Scratch that I don't want you to sleep on the floor.' I replied gently. His face flashed red and I fought the two warring little beasts inside me- one which wanted to laugh, the other which wanted to grab him and thrust my lips against his.

'Haruhi...' He began unsure. I shook my head.

'It's ok, really. We can, I don't know, make a pillow barrier or something. Anyway I really don't want you to sleep on the floor, you'll get back problems.' I said matter-of-factly as if that made the discussion final. Leaning around him to grab a few extra pillows I walked over to the side of the bed closest to the window. I had a staring match with it for a moment, before I noticed Tamaki hadn't moved and looked back to him in what I hope was an encouraging manner. 'Look, it's just for two nights. It's fine as long as we're practical. Besides, it's not like you're going to try and take advantage right?' I grinned a little to show I was joking but apparently this didn't help. He actually turned redder.

'Of- of course not!' He spluttered indignantly, stomping over to the other side of the bed and picking up some of the pillows I'd brought from the wardrobe. I chuckled at his tone. He locked eyes with me and added 'well I won't if you won't.'

I stopped laughing immediately.

'And what that's supposed to mean?'

He cocked his head with that arrogant smirk of his. 'Well of course, sleeping next to such a perfect specimen, it's only natural that you'd feel tempted.' He elaborated running his hand through his hair. I gaped.

'I will NOT!' I replied in the same tone he'd used just moments before. How quickly the tables had turned. His smile, if possible, became even more smug.

'You will so, and it's perfectly alright, but Haruhi you must not give in to your urges.' He winked at me, wagging his finger from side to side, with that princely look that caused so many Host Club guests to fall in love with him. Right now it was making me want to kill him.

However, I decided killing him wasn't the most fun course of action I could take. Fight fire with fire.

'Oh you're right I suppose.' I heaved a great false sigh with a melancholy tone. 'It would be hard to fight those kinds of...urges.' I began sliding my way over to his side of the bed, noticing that he was watching me like a hawk- with ever widening eyes. 'But then again, what if I did want to give into those urges? I mean, I know we're both young but still- it's like you said. We're going to be together forever. Why don't we make forever start tonight?' I kept my voice low, in what was hopefully a seductive tone (I don't know, I'd never talked like that before- but Mei-Chan had insisted she teach me how to flirt once I started dating Tamaki, though that hadn't ended well). What did she say I was supposed to do here? Oh yeah, tip my head down and look up through my eyelashes. I bet I look like an idiot.

It was a long time before Tamaki spoke again, but to my enjoyment he'd gone red again. I was starting to understand why he did this so often to me. When he finally spoke, it sounded like his voice had gone through a coffee strainer. 'H-Haruhi' He gulped. 'W-what are you saying?'

I stepped so close to him that we were almost chest to chest, grinning slyly up at him I noticed his breathing had become rather ragged.

'I'm saying...' I replied as I brought the hand behind my back up slightly and returned back to my normal voice tone 'that you should be way less gullible.' And with that I promptly smacked him around the head with the pillow I'd been concealing. 'Idiot.' I grinned in triumph at his completely flabbergasted expression and turned to walk away.

That was until I felt a pillow thwack against the back of my head. I span around and there was Tamaki, standing with two pillows in hand- a challenging grin on his face.

'That was mean. I'm going to get you back for that.' He stated simply. I returned the smirk, picking up a pair of pillows myself. Normally I didn't care for any kind of juvenile challenge like this one but what can I say? Tamaki brought out the childish side of me sometimes, the side I didn't even know still existed.

'You can try.' I shot back. And so a fierce pillow fight began. Tamaki seemed to be holding back from hitting me hard and I took advantage of that, beating him squarely in the chest. But I realised I'd been caught out as he easily wrestled the pillow away from me, leaving me with only one pillow to defend myself with. I ran toward the other side of the bed to place a barrier between us but he followed.

What happened next was probably inevitable.

Tamaki tripped on the step that led up to the raised platform, crashed into me, and pair of us went flying onto the bed, breathing heavily, rolling into the plush white depths of the duvet, me landing on top of him.

It took us a few moments to recover but once we'd both got a bearing on the situation, I realised just how incriminating a position we were in if any of the others were to walk in. The atmosphere seemed to change instantly, the air crackled and fizzed with electricity. My arms lay at either sides of his head, half propping me up, our legs were tangled together, our chests rested against each other. Wide hazel eyes were locked into wide violet ones. Neither of us seemed to be breathing.

Tamaki reached up and brushed some hair away from my face, cupping my cheek. I inhaled sharply. This felt different. He'd done that before, but never had goosebumps appeared all over my body, tingling and tickling until a shiver ran up my spine. I leaned into his touch.

A knock at the door broke the spell and the next second we were at complete opposite sides of the bedroom. I fixed my hair, trying to calm my pounding heart as Tamaki answered the door. I wasn't listening very hard, but I definitely noted Kyoya's disapproving tone. They exchanged a few words and then Tamaki closed the door. Ambling back into the room he caught my curious eye with a slightly amused but awkward smile.

'Kyoya says if we want to continue our pillow fight then we should buy a soundproof house.' He explained.

Any tension felt from the previous moment was gone as I burst out laughing. Then, realising my mistake, I tried to muffle my chuckles with a pillow.

'I guess it is a little late for those kinds of games.' I agreed peering over the top of the fluffy rectangle as he walked over and sat on the other side of the bed, watching me with a now content grin on his face. 'What?'

'Nothing I just...I hope every night with you is like this.' He said and he sounded so hopeful and happy that I felt another rush of affection for him.

'What, you mean with Kyoya yelling at us for having a pillow fight?' I shot back dryly. He laughed in response.

'No I just hope we're happy like this every night. We should never go to bed angry at each other.' He elaborated with a sort of finality that showed he was both serious and happy at the prospect of a future together.

Personally I thought, with somebody like Tamaki as a life partner, that was quite an ambitious goal- but I didn't say that. Instead I continued to smile, got up and told him I was going to get ready for bed.

The second the bathroom door was closed, the dread started to set in. It was like the bedroom was another world the bathroom wasn't a part of, and the cold dead weight of reality was seeping into me, causing me to panic. What was causing me to panic? Something completely stupid of course.

Tamaki had never seen me in my pyjamas before.

Then another thought even worse stepped into my train of thoughts. I had never seen Tamaki in his pyjamas before, well not like this...wait what if he didn't wear pyjamas? What if he normally wore just his underwear to bed, or went to bed topless? I'd seen him topless before and topless when he'd been sick in bed but this was different! He'd had a fever, and I hadn't been sharing a bed with him then!

All this was starting to make me feel dizzy, so I decided to focus on just getting dressed for bed instead and forget what Tamaki would think. After all they were simple pyjamas, a navy blue vest top with matching chequered trousers- they were new too, bought specifically for the holiday because my dad had this weird superstition that you should buy new pyjamas every time you go away from home (personally I thought that was just an excuse to buy me cute new clothes).

After I'd finished getting ready for bed I reached for the handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

I nearly fainted with relief when I noticed Tamaki wearing a white t-shirt and light grey sweatpants. He was lying on the bed reading my anthology of Shakespeare plays (I leant it to him so he could read something whilst travelling). It looked so domesticated, so normal, like we did this sort of thing every day. It was only how the whole situation made me feel that suggested it was completely out of the ordinary for us, completely new ground.

I cleared my throat shyly. 'The- uhh- the bathrooms free now.'

Tamaki glanced up and I suddenly felt like I was on display. I felt so exposed, which was odd considering what I was wearing was very modest. I shuffled awkwardly on the balls of my feet, and looked down. Something inside me flared up furiously, the same part that had presented itself in London, when the twins had dressed me up that first night. It shouted that I shouldn't care what he thought, that it didn't matter- but that part was drowned out and barely within earshot now. I was so at war with myself that I didn't notice Tamaki had left the bed and was walking past me, toothbrush in hand, before he leaned down and patted my head.

'You are the most adorable girl I've ever seen.' He said fondly, causing my face to flush, but fortunately the bathroom door closed and he didn't see the big, annoyingly cheesy smile reaching from practically ear-to-ear.

It was early morning, the sun rising ever higher in the sky and the bluish haze around the Marina hadn't quite left yet. I sat with my legs dangling over the edge of the boardwalk, listing to the waves bump against the pristine white ships.

It'd taken me a long time to fall asleep, and when I'd finally fallen into sleep it was a light one. I'd woken up to find the pillow wall in shambles. Somehow, in the night, the pair of us had managed to fight our way across it and into each other's embrace. I'd been tucked into Tamaki's side, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist.

Though I was actually rather reluctant to do so, finding it insanely comfortable by his side, I'd moved off to side of the bed and checked the time. Deciding that I probably wasn't going to fall asleep again, I got up and dressed for the day as quickly and quietly as I could, wrote Tamaki a note which I left on his face (because I knew he'd panic the second he saw I was missing otherwise and wouldn't bother to check for notes on dressers before he'd caused an uproar), and left to take a walk. That was how I'd wound up right in the heart of the marina, watching the sunrise for the past hour or so, eating a freshly made croissant the chef in the restaurant gave me when I poked in to see what time they opened.

'Oh I'm sorry; I didn't know there was someone else here.' Came a male voice behind me in accented English. I turned around.

A Japanese man with black hair and green eyes was standing just behind me; he seemed apologetic but smiled when he took in my appearance. He was about very tall, taller even than Mori-Sempai, and was dressed in what I assumed was fashionable clothing, it definitely looked expensive.

'Oh you're Japanese too!' He continued brightly, switching to our native language. 'Anyway like I said, didn't mean to bother you. Do you want an autograph or something? Most people do!' He laughed to show he wasn't being serious. I blinked up at him.

'You're not bothering me.' I replied with a shrug, brushing some crumbs off of my top. 'Are you famous or something?'

He stopped laughing and stared at me in surprise.

'You mean you don't know who I am? Wow, that's a nice change. May I join you?' He said and before I answered, he came and swung his legs down over the edge of the dock, they dwarfed my own.

'So who are you?' I asked hoping to sound polite when I was actually very curious, and also very certain I wasn't acting how anybody normal would act in these circumstances. The man was certainly very handsome and I could imagine that, if he was famous, he was hounded by girls on a daily basis.

'Oh, my name is Hitoshi Hasimoto. I'm an actor on the Japanese drama, "The Heartlands". It's nice to meet you...'

'Haruhi Fujioka.' I supplied for him, suddenly remembering something. 'Sorry for not knowing who you are, I don't normally watch soap operas, but my boyfriend Tamaki watches your show, I think it's one of his favourites if I'm remembering right.'

'Oh that's nice.' He replied leaning back and looking out at the sea. 'It's odd, I didn't think I was going to be recognised here, but apparently this is a place where a lot of famous people go. So people seem to be extra-watchful for any kind of celebrity. Not that I'd really count myself as a celebrity, just a fairly well-known actor really!' He added with a cheerful chuckle. I grinned.

'Maybe next time you go on holiday you should go somewhere more obscure.' I suggested and he nodded quite vigorously. I checked my watch. 'I should probably be getting back, my group are supposed to meet in the hotel lobby in a few minutes. But it was nice to meet you.'

'It was a pleasure to meet you too Haruhi Fujioka-San!' He said as I moved to walk away, but then stilled, turning back to meet his happy-go-luck expression.

'Actually, Hasimoto-San, is it too late to take you up on the offer for an autograph?'

He grinned and was about to reach into his pocket to take out what I assumed was something to write the autograph on when a loud squeal attracted our attention.

'OH MY GOD! IT'S HITOSHI HASIMOTO! OVER THERE!'

I was rooted to the spot in absolute horror, my eyes fixed to the opposite end of the dock. For there, blocking our way out, were about a dozen fan girls- closely followed by a few paparazzi members. Some of them had looks on their faces that reminded me of those Wild Planet television shows, where the predators are just about to attack their prey. The rest had looks like they'd been hit around the head with a love-stick. I didn't know which made me more nervous. All I knew was that they were running straight at us and the only escape was the ocean below.

'Come on!' Hasimoto-san cried leaping to his feet and taking my hand.

'Come where?' I yelled as he yanked me to the side, though I realised what he was doing just as I said it.

'JUMP!' He yelled and I found myself thinking that I didn't really have much choice, with the way he was pulling me along. And so, like we were in some kind of action movie, the pair of us began leaping from boat to boat, slipping and sliding as they rocked violently- trying desperately to keep moving and stay upright simultaneously. A brief glance behind told me that the group were following us parallel along the street. I slipped and nearly fell backwards with a yelp, but Hasimoto kept on pulling until I was upright.

We finally reached another boardwalk, on the far side of the marina- one side filled by ocean and boat, the other resting against a high wall that framed the marina. But the group were already running down the boardwalk, and we were once again blocked. It seemed there was no way out except ocean, we were about to get mugged by crazy fan girls and there was no way out!

'Hasimoto-san we're trapped! What do we do? Hasimoto-san?' I looked behind me and to my great surprise, he'd disappeared. For a wild moment I thought he'd jumped into the ocean below and started looking furiously for a mop of black hair amongst the deep, perfect blue.

'Haruhi-Chan! Up here!'

I glanced up and there, sure enough, there was Hasimoto-san, on top of the wall. Instinctively, I took his outstretched hand and he pulled me up to the top. Without a second thought, we went flying down the streets, darting in and out of side alleys, dodging collisions with cars and pedestrians and trying not to stumble in the gaps of the cobbled streets until we were sure we'd lost the mob.

I slumped against the wall of a patisserie, gasping for breath and clutching a stitch in my side. Hasimoto-san was peering down the street, hand raised to his sweaty brow, to check to coast was definitely clear. When he was sure it was same, he ambled over to where I was resting.

'Woah! Definitely didn't expect something like that! Maybe I should hire a body guard or something!' He panted, seeming torn between amusement and bewilderment at what had just occurred. I raised my eyebrow.

'Well you are a celebrity. Obviously you're more popular then you first let on, or that wouldn't have happened.' I replied bluntly once I'd gained my breath back. And with that breath came slight panic, as I had absolutely no idea where I was and how to get back to the hotel. I glanced at my watch. I was already ten minutes late, any longer and the Host Club would go into a panic. Scratch that, they were probably already in a panic.

I took out my phone, grateful it hadn't fallen out of my pocket during that odd marina chase, and wrote out a text to Tamaki.

'Sorry I'm late, be there soon. Had breakfast already, so don't wait for me, I'll explain later. It's a surprise.'

It was about five seconds later that I got a text back.

'OK. Come back soon! Want a good morning kiss LOL ;-) Looking 4ward to surprise! Love you :-D XXX'

I rolled my eyes, but at the same time couldn't help the fond smile that graced my lips at his moronic text speak. I shook my head, now wasn't the time for romantic daydreams! That was Tamaki's job anyway, right now I had to be practical, if I was ever going to find my way back to the hotel that is.

'Hashimoto-san' I began 'do you know your way back to the marina from here without going the action-packed route?'

He blinked and then let out a short bark of laughter that reminded me of a dog, in a good way. 'As much as I think the "action-packed route" is quite fun- I do, I memorized a map of the town on my way here. Are you late to meet your group? Well that's my fault! Don't worry I'll take you back, just follow me.' He talked about a mile a minute and I was torn between finding this enduring and confusing. But before I could ponder on that he was off and I had to hurry to keep up.

We got to the hotel just as the Host Club was leaving the breakfast room. Chatting amiably amongst themselves and attracting a lot of attention from females of all ages. The twins looked like they were teasing Tamaki about something. Nothing new then.

'Oh there you are Haruhi! What happened? You look like you've been running.' Tamaki asked brightly and curiously, slipping his hand into mine.

'Why did you go running in jeans and a vest top?' Hikaru asked with a raised eyebrow, as if he thought I'd made a stupid fashion choice.

'I didn't go running, well I did but I didn't mean too, it's sort of a long story.' I shot back in the same tone, a dry expression on my face. Too much had happened this morning and I really didn't feel like having a fashion lesson on top of everything.

'I can explain. It's my fault that your friend was late to meet you this morning.' Hasimoto-san piped up stepping into view and the whole group stared in shock- none more so than Tamaki. 'I bumped into her whilst we were having breakfast and before we knew it we were running away from a mob of fans! So... sorry about that!' He chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his messy black head. The Host Club continued to be star-struck.

'So yeah, surprise.' I said prodding Tamaki in his side and snapping him out of it. There staring was bordering on being rude.

I also made a mental note to question just when everyone had started watching soap operas, as Tamaki, Huni-Sempai and the twins went up to Hasimoto-san to ask for autographs. Kyoya caught my eye and raised his eyebrow. I shrugged in response.

But I supposed my questions could wait until later.

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