Disclaimer: Still don't own OHSHC…

Haruhi's hand gripped her phone, her thumb hovering over the call button. She hesitated, but then slammed her phone shut at hurled it at her bed. The pillows muffled the sound, but she could still hear the thud it made.

The tears spilled over, as did the pain. It had been a full year since she'd last seen him, and the night was burned into her memory. She shook her head. It was no use remembering now.

A hard knock sounded on her door, and she quickly wiped her hand across her face before pulling her blanket over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

Her dad slowly opened the door. "Sorry to wake you up honey, but there's someone here to see you. He said it couldn't wait."

"I'll be right there." She sighed and pulled on a shirt and jeans, running her fingers through her hair as she walked to the door. Her dad had mysteriously disappeared. With a sigh, she opened the door, wondering who it was that had interrupted her night in.

The shock of blonde hair had her slamming the door and locking it behind her. "Go away, I don't want to see you!"

"Haruhi, please, just give me another chance!"

She shook her head as the tears ran down her face. The year apart hadn't done anything to staunch the pain, and all she wanted was for him to go away. There was nothing for them. Not anymore. Not after what he did.

Haruhi stood inside their apartment, singing to the love song on the radio. She couldn't be happier – she had a loving boyfriend, a group of loyal friends, and a career in the making. She wasn't far from her goals, and she was just…happy.

She pulled one a knee-length blue dress, something more feminine than her usual pants and a T-shirt, but Tamaki told her to dress up, that tonight was special. She didn't know what her boyfriend was planning, but she looked forward to the surprise nonetheless.

As six came and went, Haruhi started to get worried. Tamaki had said he'd be home before then and they'd head to the restaurant together. But he wasn't there yet. She pulled out her cell and called him, but it rang and went to voicemail. With a sigh, she left the apartment and took a cab to the restaurant, thinking he was just running late. She texted him to let him know she'd be at the restaurant, but didn't get a reply. She was worried, but not too much. Tamaki often got a little too caught up in what he did. But he'd be there eventually.

At seven thirty, Haruhi was more than a little worried. She hadn't heard from him all night, and none of the hosts had seen him either. She tried his cell again, but he still didn't answer.

There was no use calling the cops – it hadn't been long enough to report him missing. And the twins had looked everywhere they could think of. She sighed and sipped her soda. The waiter came over to collect her plate. She had only picked at her food, being too worried to really eat anything.

Another couple hours passed as Haruhi sat at the table, and one by one the other customers finished their meals and left. Eventually the same waiter who had served her all night came and tapped her on the shoulder, pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry miss, but we're closing now."

She nodded and apologized, but her heart was somewhere else. Plagued by worry and anxiety, Haruhi walked instead of taking a cab. Tamaki would have a fit, yelling about safety and danger, but he wasn't there – what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. But she was afraid he was already hurt.

The route to their apartment wasn't a short one, but she needed to clear her head. There were no messages on her phone, and none of the hosts had called in the last couple hours. They were all worried, and the twins even offered to stay over if she wanted them to, but she turned them down with a laugh and a promise to call if she needed them.

It began to rain lightly, but hard enough to make the ground slick. She kicked off her heels so as not to slip, and carried them as she made her way home. The rain began to fall harder and harder, and a bolt of lightning shot across the sky.

She regretted not calling a cab, but it was too late to get a decent one, and certainly not in a storm. The thunder soon followed, and Haruhi's old fears came back in full force. Without Tamaki there, or waiting for her at home, she was more afraid than before. No business was open past ten, and no stranger would allow someone to stay. So she trudged on, barefoot and soaking.

At last she came to a hotel, about a mile away from the restaurant, she sighed in relief and hoped they had a room available for the night. She'd be able to curl up in a closet, hopefully, and wait out the storm. It wasn't as good as Tamaki's comfort, but it would do.

A faint strain of music caught her attention, and her eyes were drawn to the grand piano in the lounge.

Or, rather, the blonde pianist.

Beside him sat a pretty blonde girl, the kind of girl Tamaki was into. The kind he had paid special attention to in the club. The exact opposite of Haruhi.

He turned slightly, and laughed at something the girl said. Any doubt that it wasn't Tamaki fled in that instant. But all she could do was stand there in shock, dripping onto the plush carpet of the hotel. Tears slid down her face, but no one noticed her as she stumbled out into the rain once more.

The road home seemed longer as her heart broke a little more with every step. She'd been a fool, plain and simple, and she'd believed him.

Haruhi shook her head as the memories replayed themselves on an endless loop. She didn't want to see his face, or hear his voice. The only thing she wanted from him was absence. The pain she'd felt resurfaced, and the rest of her night played itself out as Tamaki continued to beat his fist against the door.

Tears blurred her vision even further as she raced down the sidewalk, puddles splashing icy water onto her bare legs. When she was far away enough, she ducked into a small storefront covered by an overhang. Her hands shook as she pulled her phone from her purse, and it took her three times to punch in Hikaru's number in right.

A sleep-slurred voice answered the phone. "Wassup?"

"Hikaru?" A sob pushed its way up her throat, despite her best efforts to keep it hidden.

He was instantly awake. "Haruhi? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Is Tamaki –"Her sobs grew louder at the mention of his name. "Where are you? I'll come get you." She wiped her eyes clear of tears long enough to give him an address. "I'll be right there. Don't go anywhere."

Not even ten minutes later Hikaru's car drove up. He jumped out from the back seat, yelled a few words to his driver, and raced over to the small storefront where Haruhi was curled into a ball with her hands over her ears.

Her dress was soaked through, and getting wetter by the second, but she didn't seem to notice. The flashes of lightning and accompanying thunder were closer together than before, and they seemed to take all of her attention. Hikaru bent down and picked her up, pressing her against his chest. They made it to the car just as another bolt of lightning split the sky.

"Sh, Haruhi, it's okay, I'm here now." The girl sat curled up as close to him as she could get, and at any other time he would've been thrilled. But she was in pain and needed him to comfort her.

They didn't go straight back to the apartment complex. She wasn't ready for that, and he wasn't about to complain. Eventually her tears dried up and the thunder and lightning stopped. It was a little after one, and she decided that it was time to go home, even if that meant facing Tamaki. Hikaru said a few words to the driver, who turned around and headed home. Just as they were passing the hotel, she saw Tamaki and the girl. She hid her face in Hikaru's side, and he was too busy with her to notice the two outside.

But something made her lift her head at that moment.

The sight before her took what was left of her heart, tore it into a million pieces, then set them one fire with a flamethrower. The girl threw her arms around Tamaki and kissed him full on the mouth.

And he didn't push her away.

"Haruhi, please. I just need to talk to you. Not for very long, just a few minutes."

She shook her head, knowing that he couldn't see her, and walked away from the door. "Just go away Tamaki. I don't want to see you. You screwed up, get over it, and move on with your life. You won't have one with me."

Tamaki pounded his fist against the door as he heard the only girl he'd ever loved walk away again. He'd flown all the way there, feeling that she'd forgive him. But she wouldn't be the Haruhi he knew if she forgave him that easily.

He would just keep coming back as many times as he needed to until she let him back into her heart.

A scream pierced the still night, jolting Tamaki from his thoughts. He knew that voice, and hearing her scream sent shivers up his spine. "Haruhi!" the pounding on the door got harder, but only silence answered him.

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