I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club.

Ch.11

The second they were across from each other in the booth, a waiter came to bring their menus. Before, Haruhi could order a water, Hikaru ordered them both champagne. The waiter raced off as if his life depended on it.

"Is it even legal for him to serve that to us?"

"Yes. You would be surprised to know that my family has owned this business for many years. It's one of our little know investments, but it brings in a large profit."

"Of course you own it..." She mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. So there is no one else joining us?"

"No." His eyes flashed again.

"Um... So thanks for inviting me."

"You're welcome. You look very nice."

"You think so? My hair is a mess and my makeup is terrible."

"No, it looks refined and elegant. A man had his eyes glue to you the second you walked through the door. I thought I would have to kill him. I barely recognized you at first."

The waiter came back and set the glasses down in front of them.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked.

"come back in a few minutes." Said Hikaru.

The waiter left. Haruhi had picked up the menu to read it, but it was all in Italian, even the descriptions.

"Um, Hikaru, I don't know Italian. I can't read this."

"I'm sorry. I forgot. Let me help."

He came around and sat next to her. She was aware how close he was to her. Every time their legs brushed, he would look into her face. She could smell his cologne.

He pointed at the menu," This is a very thin pasta in a white cheese sause. It's good. This right here is chicken coated in parmesean. It's not bad, but overpriced for the quality. This is my favorite. They are little pockets stuffed with crab and shrip, served with salad."

"I'l have that then."

"I will, the same."

He threw his arm over the back of the booth behind her and picked up a glass.

"Let's toast to you, Haruhi."

"What?"

"Let's toast to you, joining the host club."

"Okay."

They toasted. Haruhi nearly downed the whole glass in one gulp. It was bubbly and made her all warm and tingly. She suddenly, had the weird urge to laugh. Violin played in the background and moved closer. Haruhi moved the curtain so she could see. A young man about her age was playing the violin in front of a table. He was dressed in jeans and a dinner jacket. His hair was a shimmering gold and hung in beautiful waves to his shoulders. He glanced over and winked at her. His eyes were a piercing blue.

Hikaru looked to see what she was staring at. He instantly yanked the curtains closed without a word. The waiter came back and took their orders, but the mood had shifted a bit. Haruhi ordered another glass of champagne. She would be drunk before this was over.

"Haruhi, you should slow down. At least wait, for the food."

"Fine."

A few more minutes of awkward silence passed. Haruhi stared at the flames from the candelabra and played with the table cloth. Without realizing, she had finished her second glass of champaigne and was absolutely buzzed. She hadn't even realized when the food had been set out or Hikaru had started talking or moved to the other side of the booth.

"Haruhi! could you pay a little attention to what is going on around you please?"

"I'm sorry! I tried to do that earlier, but you closed the curtains!"

"That's not what I meant. Eat your food. It's getting cold."

"I'm not a child!"

"I know that. You're a beautiful young woman."

Everything was back to normal. Haruhi began eating but couldn't quite eat the pockets without them spilling their contents first. Once, one of them exploded under her fork and almost got the creamy contents on her dress.

"Here. Let me help you."

He came around and sat next to her again. Taking her fork in his hand, he proceded to delicately puncture the pocket before scooping out its contents. Haruhi was about to take the fork back from him, but he grabbed her hand with his free one and fed her himself. It was quite romanitic.

"Um... I can do it myself."

"I know, but you looked so cute..."

He pulled his plate around and ate on her side too.

"Could you open the curtains. It's kind of stuffy in here."

"Sure."

The second they opened the curtains. Haruhi had a third glass of champagne in her hand. Now she didn't even bother to supress her laughter at nothing. A few heads turned, but Hikaru just smiled at her giddiness. The boy playing the violin came over. His eyes were locked on Haruhi.

"A song for the miss?"

"No..." Hikaru was about to deny him but Haruhi spoke over him.

"Do you know Claire de Lune by Debussy? It's my favorite song."

"Anything for you, love." He had a thick British accent.

Haruhi leaned on one elbow on the table listening and Hikaru slouched back, clearly upset.

Too soon, the music ended, "Ciao bella." He said and went to another table.

"Wasn't that nice Hikaru."

"Sure."

"What's wrong with you. You are up and down and... I don't even know."

"I don't know if you noticed, but this was a date and you have paid attention to everything but us."

"I didn't know this was a date! I thought you were just taking me to dinner."

"How can you be so dense! It's almost comical. I sat next to you and got close to you on purpose. I got us a special booth and champagne, which you've clearly had too much of. You're as red as a tomato. I fed you and I told you to dress up. Did you not notice that no one else was here with us or coming to join us?! God, Haruhi!"

"I can't believe you! Where is this coming from? You never even told me you liked me. Does this have anything to do with Tamaki or Kyoya?"

"Why would they have anything to do with this? Again. You are so dense!"

She picked up her purse and started walking toward the door though slightly crooked. Halfway through the resturant she yelled, "And you're an ASSHOLE!"

Everyone was silent and staring at them. Hikaru ran after her and stopped her at the door by putting a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She was crying.

"Haruhi..."

"Don't touch me!" He let go.

"How are you getting home?"

"I'l take a cab." With that she ran into the ,now pouring, rain, hailed a cab and got in, leaving Hikaru in the entrance alone.

The cab pulled up outside of her apartment. She payed the driver and walked through the rain as if it wasn't there. Her makeup was already ruined from crying and she had already been rained on. What was a little more water? She went to unlock the door, but found that it was already open. She walked in and then kicked off her shoes. Ranka came around the corner looking extremely angry.

"Haruhi! Do you know what time it is? Where were you? Is that alcohol I smell?" Then he saw the tears."

"Haruhi?"

That's when she broke down completely. Ranka hurried over to her and cradled her in his arms like when she was five.

"Sh... Sh... Don't cry. God, you're soaking wet. Have you been drinking? Where were you?"

"Apparently, I was on a date."

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