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Ch.3

A week went by and Haruhi never went to the host club like Tamaki had asked or the next week. He waited outside everyday for her and checked the rose garden too. She wasn't there either. He became so desperate that he went to her classes after they were over to look for her. She was never there. He finally talked to her first period teacher.

"Excuse me. I'm Tamaki Suoh. I am looking for my friend Haruhi Fujioka. Has she been in class this week?"

"I know who you are and no, has not been in class this week. There was something about a family emergency. She took all of this week's assignments home if that's what you were going to ask about."

"Uh...yes m'am. Thank you."

She hadn't been in school! A family emergency! Maybe that was just a ruse. Maybe someone had hurt her again! He had to find her!

Tamaki contemplated going to the club room and asking the other members to help him locate Haruhi, but they didn't know her. She would find this an invasion of whatever personal connection they had. He had to find her on his own. He went to the office to get her address. It wasn't hard. He just had to turn on the charm. By the time he was done, the lady was practically throwing files at him. The place Haruhi lived was somewhere he had never heard of and there were letters after the numbers. He had never seen that before. He couldn't decipher it so he had no choice but to talk to Kyoya. Tamaki made his way to the club room after lunch to find his friend. The only people in music room 3 were Kyoya, Mori, Honey, and the twins. They were sitting around a table sipping tea and eating cake. Tamaki ran up behind Kyoya and whispered in his ear.

"I need to talk to you."

Kyoya cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses," I was wondering when you would tell me something was wrong. You have been moping for almost two weeks."

He pushed back his chair and stood. By now, the whole club was watching them.

"What's up Tamaki?" Honey asked.

"Nothing Honey. I just need to talk to Kyoya for a second."

Kyoya followed Tamaki into the hallway and closed the door behind them.

"What is it Tamaki? This must be something serious if you're not sharing it with the club."

He handed the file to Kyoya," It's about a girl. I need to know where she lives. I don't understand the address."

Kyoya stood open mouth, staring at Tamaki. He then composed himself and pushed up his glasses again, before opening the file," This is a new low for you Tamaki. Usually when someone likes a girl they just tell her instead of stalking her."

"That's not what I mean!"

"You said you didn't understand the address?"

"Yea. There are letters after the numbers."

"She lives in an apartment. Its on the South side of town, not a very nice place. Why would you...Isn't this the girl who came to the club room last week and just left? She's really pretty."

Tamaki took the folder from him and walked away, leaving their conversation hanging in the air.

After school Tamaki asked his driver to take him to the address on the file. At first, he refused, insisting that Tamaki's father wouldn't want him in that part of town, but Tamaki over-ruled him. It didn't take long to get there from Ouran. The expensive car parked across the street and Tamaki got out. Haruhi lived on the top floor. He hurried through the gate and up the stairs. Not sure what to do, he knocked. It took a few seconds but someone finally opened the door... And immediately slammed it in his face. He knocked again.

"Haruhi. Its Tamaki. I'm here to check on you."

"Go Away!"

"I need to make sure you're okay. You haven't been in school."

"Go Away!"

"I... Need to make sure someone's not hurting you!"

The door cracked open and he could see her big brown eyes.

"Hurting me?"

"I saw the bruises and have been thinking about you ever since. It scared me when you didn't come to Club Room. I thought something terrible had happened to you!" He choked on the last word and hung his head.

"Don't cry over me Tamaki."

The door opened all the way. Haruhi wore a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. For, once her hair was down.

"Come in."

All of the shades were closed and curtains drawn. Soup was boiling on the stove. Smooth jazz was playing from a radio in the corner of the family room. Tamaki, never being in this kind of setting, took it all in. He kicked off his shoes and began walking down the hallway.

"Where are you going? I said you could come in, not explore."

She followed him to make sure he wouldn't break anything.

"How big is this place. I only see five rooms and even those are kind of small."

It's an apartment. It's supposed to be small."

He found her bedroom and ran inside, touching everything. He picked up her pictures and began looking through them. The one he lingered on was of her and her mom when she was little.

"You look just like this lady. Is she your mom? Where is she?"

Awkward silence followed.

"She's gone."

"When will she be back? I want to meet her."

"She won't. She's gone forever."

Tamaki finally looked into her eyes. He hadn't realized that he was intruding until now.

"I'm so sorry Haruhi. I didn't realize... I'l just go. Clearly you're okay without me bothering you."

She grabbed his shirt but quickly let go,"Don't go. Have a seat. I'm actually glad you're here."

Tamaki sat on her bed and she sat next to him," You never told me why you didn't come to school."

"My dad is sick. He's in his room asleep right now. There's no one to take care of him but me."

"..."

"Oh. How did you get the bruises?"

"..."

"That's something I don't want to talk about right now."

"Ok. I'm sorry."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Just sitting side by side and staring at nothing in particular.

"You have a nice ro..."

Haruhi leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Tamaki didn't resist. Suddenly, the door opened and Ranka walked in. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and black jeans and his hair was in a ponytail.

"Haruhi, the soup..."

The two split apart, Haruhi turned red and looked away.

"WHO IS HE!? WHAT IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED HARUHI!? WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?!"

He grabbed Tamaki by the collar," WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!? YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE I'M ASLEEP, YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH MY HARUHI!?"

"I... That's... What?"

There was a loud commotion in the hallway. Unbelievably, all of the host club was standing in the doorway behind Ranka.

Ranka still holding onto Tamaki turned around," AND WHO ARE... HARUHI!

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