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This chapter isn't as bold as the others, but thanks for reading anyways.

Ch.5

At the end of the day, Haruhi packed her things and headed to the club room with the twins. She had just noticed that they were all in the same class.

Hikaru spoke," Do you want to play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

They stepped in front of her and said together," the which one is Hikaru and Kaoru game."

She paused and stared at them for a second.

She pointed to her left," You're Hikaru."

She pointed to her right," You're Kaoru."

With that, she walked between them and pulled them along behind her.

The other boys were already waiting for her in the music room when she arrived with the twins. They were sitting around a large table eating cake.

Tamaki jumped up," Haruhi! Come over here. I have a seat saved especially for you."

He was so cute that she couldn't resist.

"So what do you guys actually do in the host club?"

Kyoya answered," We use our natural abilities and charm to make young ladies, such as yourself, feel like the most beautiful and special people in the world."

"Isn't that kind of bad? Don't the girls feel like you're playing them?"

"Actually, no. They are technically paying for the food service and time spent with us. They know there is no emotional attachment."

"I'm not paying for any service, so why was I invited here?"

Tamaki answered," We want you to be the newest member of the host club. You would entertain our school's male population and it would bring in a huge profit."

She looked around the table. Everyone watched her expectantly.

"I don't know."

"Whyyyyyy?" Honey yawned.

"I'm not much of a flirt and I'm not really comfortable around guys."

Tamaki took her hand," You would just have to do what you are doing right now. Show them your charming smile and just talk to them about their hopes and dreams. You'll get tons of customers especially because you're the most beautiful girl in school."

"You keep saying that. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had feelings for me Tamaki Suoh."

He gave a nervous laugh. Haruhi was unaware that the cheery carefree mood around the table had turned into a serious, jealous one.

"Give me the weekend to think about it. I'l let you all know on Monday."

"Fine." Hikaru stood," Let's go Kaoru." They left.

Mori and Honey left next without a word.

"What's wrong with them? Did I say something wrong?"

Kyoya pushed up his glasses and stood," Have a nice day... Haruhi." He left.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know. I've never seen them like that before."

When Haruhi finally made it home from school on her bike, the sun was setting. She parked it by the wall and entered the apartment, intending to make dinner. Surprisingly, Ranka was already sitting at the table waiting for her with a meal for two spread out in front of him.

"Um... Hi dad. Sorry I'm late. I was going to make dinner, but I didn't know you'd be home so early."

"I decided to take off early to spend the afternoon with you for once. Where were you?"

She sat down across from him," I had club activities. You should have called me. I would have left earlier."

"What kind of club was it?"

"It was an art club."

They started to eat," I didn't know you were into arts and crafts."

"Well..."

"I'm sorry Haruhi."

She stopped eating.

"I shouldn't have treated those boys like that. It scared me when I saw you with that blonde boy in your room, but I realize now that you're growing up. You're not going to tell me about everything you do."

"It's alright. They forgive you and I'm sorry too."

"That's not all I'm sorry for. I've been drinking... Alot. I hurt you last week and I almost hurt you again. I don't always realize what I'm doing. Sometimes I just think about your mom and..."

"Dad?"

"Before you say anything, I know there's no excuse for any of it."

"I forgive you. I know things aren't easy and sometimes it's just too much. I think about mom too. Promise me you'll slow down the drinking though."

"I promise Haruhi. Now eat. Our food is getting cold."

After a few minutes, Ranka spoke again," I know you weren't at arts club. You were with those boys. You hate arts and crafts. It's okay though. I trust your judgement."

Saturday and Sunday flew by. Ranka worked at night and slept through the day. Haruhi did her homework. Her mind was constantly plagued by wether she would be a host.

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