Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters featured in the manga and anime. They are all proprty of Bisco Hatori.

Haruhi nervously stepped into the Suou estate on Friday afternoon. Tamaki came up behind her and shut the door firmly. She took her shoes off as he did the same and placed them next to his on the floor.

She looked around, surprised at how silent the place was. Normally it was a hive of activity with maids and butlers and other servants scurrying around at all hours of the day and night.

She was about to comment on the lack of human occupants when Tamaki grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to his rooms.

He headed straight to his large, four-posted bed with its red and white silk covers, excited for what he thought was about to happen.

She sat there, feeling uncomfortable.

She knew what she had to do and she wasn't sure how he would take it.

She wasn't sure at all.

"Now, Haruhi," he sat beside her, "what shall we do?" He smiled expectantly.

She opened her mouth, telling herself she was ready and that this was the perfect time but nothing came out and Tamaki went on before she could regroup.

"Ok, how about I decide? We'll watch a movie, cuddle together and then see where that leads us. A buffet is waiting for us downstairs and I'm sure you're starving. Let's go."

Just as he made to stand up, Haruhi blurted out, "Wait. I don't want – "

"Oh, you're right. We'll eat later. Right now all we need is to spend time together. You know, even though I was clueless for a long time, I really do love you, Haruhi. I hate other men being near you, staring at you, longing for you. I can't help it. You're so perfect and you –"

"Tamaki, wait," she interrupted.

He turned to look at her, still smiling. "What is it, Haruhi?"

"I don't…I don't think we should, uh, go out anymore," she said softly, staring at the floor, absently thinking that the carpet in Tamaki's room was very soft and fluffy.

He stared at her with a shocked expression. "What? Why?"

"When you told me how you felt about me and that you wanted to be my boyfriend, I was shocked. I never actually said yes, I had doubts and questions, but you assumed and you were so happy that I-I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure how I felt about you until a week ago and even then I was confused. I really only see you as a friend, Tamaki. I'm sorry." She peeked at him and saw the multitude of expressions crossing his handsome face. Confusion. Realisation. And then sadness and anger fought for dominance.

"Why, Haruhi? Why are you doing this? Why are you saying this? I thought you loved me. We gave ourselves to each other. We lost out virginity to each other, just a little while ago. How could you have done that if you don't love me in that way? Please, tell me why you're doing this!"

"I told you why. I'm so sorry but I can't be your girlfriend anymore." Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them back. "I can't help how I feel, Tamaki. I do care about you. Just not in the way you want me to."

He turned away from her and stalked the room, stopping in front of the wall on the opposite side of the room. His fist struck out and hit the wall with a loud bang.

Haruhi, desperate to fill the silence and not knowing what else to say, asked with a false brightness, "So, Tamaki, why were there no servants around to cater to our every whim? Were they busy or something?"

"Yes, normally, but they all have the day off today. I wanted to spend the day with only you around and I thought you would want that too," he answered automatically in a distracted tone of voice.

"Oh." She didn't know how to respond to that.

"Yes. We're all…all alone." His expression went thoughtful.

Haruhi suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, which made absolutely no sense. Tamaki was the kind of guy a girl would always be safe around. He would never hurt a woman, especially her, even if he was angry or upset at her.

Right?

"Um, I guess I better get going now. You don't want to be around me right now, I'm sure. I'm-I can show myself out. I don't want to trouble you. Goodbye, Tamaki." She got up from her chair and headed over to the door but suddenly found Tamaki blocking her way. Under her shocked gaze, he turned the key that rested in the lock on the door and then took it out, placing it in the side pocket of his jeans.

"No," he decreed simply. "I don't want you to go. I know you love me, Haruhi. I'm sure of it. However, I think you've forgotten this because we've only had a small amount of time together lately and I haven't spent enough time showing you how much you mean to me. You just have to remember how good we are together and everything will be fine between us, just like how it was before. I'll make you remember." He grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed. Haruhi tried to get up, fear setting in, but Tamaki was immediately on top of her. He ripped the buttons of her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. He threw it aside and pulled her black tank top up over her head.

"Stop! Please, Tamaki, please stop," she pleaded. "Don't do this. Please don't hurt me!"

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Haruhi," he explained patiently, as if talking to a young child. "Don't worry so much. You'll enjoy it as you always have before."

He finished undressing her, not seeming to hear her desperate pleas. He tied her hands to the bedposts with her own clothes and then clambered off the bed to take his own clothes off. He rejoined her on the bed and whispered, "You'll realise you do love me, Haruhi. You will." His hands ran over her body roughly, leaving marks behind on her skin, his eyes alight with harsh lust. He pried her legs apart and entered her roughly, causing Haruhi to cry out in pain.

"No! Tamaki, don't! Please, oh god, please stop," she finished on a sob.

But he didn't stop for a long time, not until the early hours of the next morning.

Sorry I haven't updated in a few months. My computer wasn't working and had to get fixed. Thank you for the reviews and everything. The next chapter should be up in the next few days.