Days passed and there was no sign of the light again.
I still carry a pocket knife though- you know, just to be safe.
It had been a week since I had been confined to the lumpy bed and bleached sheets of the hospital. Tamaki had visited me a few times but we never dared to try 'that' again. The nurse refused to leave the room anyway.
I reach the entrance to the vast building I've come to know as a second home. Pushing open the doors I'm greeted with an all too frightening familiar light.
Red light.
My eyes widen, hand creeping into my bag searching for the familiar cool metal.
It wasnt there.
No! I must have left it at home!
The look on my face must have been priceless. I really wasn't expecting a party.
"Welcome back Haruhi!" chimed the Host club.
I blinked several times, looking around at all the dazzling decorations lining the creme walls. I see Tamaki make his way over to me through the mass of red balloons over the floor. I run to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clutching to him as he picks me up and spins me around.
"Welcome back Haruhi," he breathes in my ear before planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
The next thing I know is that I'm being squeezed like putty and dragged upstairs by the Twins.
Just as I'm pushed through the doors I see it again; the red light!
"Welcome back Haruhi!" I heard the remaining part of the club say to me, again, as I walked in.
Feigning and smile, I hug them all one by one, struggling to look happy whilst my mind was busilly trying to figure out who was behind the red light.
Seeing my obvious facade, Tamaki pulls me over to the corner to talk to me.
"Haruhi, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. It was easy; too easy to lie to him.
"Are you sure, 'cause you look..."
"I'm fine," I snap, cutting off his sentance.
He just studies my face carefully so I smile. He smiled back, looking unsure then leaned hand came up to cup my face as his lips brushed over mine before capturing them in a tender kiss. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, making us both let out a quiet moan.
How could something so good make me feel so guilty?