A/N okay because i'm tired and lazy and i cant be bothered, i will not be putting a disclaimer on every chapter. so for every future chapter of this fanfic, i would like to say:

I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB NOR DO I OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES OR NAMES OR ANY SUCH THING. ALL RIGHTS GO TO WHOEVER WROTE THE BOOKS AND DID THE TV SHOW. THANK YOU.

Chapter 2.

Honey P.O.V

Haru-chan was late!

The door to music room 3 swung open and she stood, panting slightly, in the doorway, chest heaving and face flushed. She blinked. And then she blinked again.

I could understand that. Music Room 3 looks a lot different: it's a tropical jungle now!

I stood proudly in my floral skirt thingy and Balinese flower necklace. The girls found me adorable, and that was what little loli-shota me was here to do, so mission accomplished. Mori walked past then, with his skirt thingy and a decorative sash with triangle pattern thrown over his shoulder. For some reason he held a pineapple. why was he holding a pineapple?

I had an idea, an idea to make me cuter and to make Haruhi notice us. Oh yes, I noticed him smiling at our little cross-dresser, and to be honest I thought she was cute too.

I scaled him and slung a flower necklace around his throat before giving him a big hug and saying

"There! We match!" in my cutest toddler-esque voice. And yeah, I really did sound and act like that in real life, but I'm not actually three.

Haru-chan was smiling at us, and she was all I noticed over the heads of the swooning fan girls. I felt Mori shift beneath me, and he smiled slightly.

I laughed as Tamaki went off to sulk after being flatly rejected by Haru-chan. Her monotone 'no' was really funny!

She was talking about the party with her clients, and that sparked my interest. The party should be fun. Lots of opportunities to get her to notice us there.

Tamaki had been steadily shoving ramen down his throat ever since Haru-chan took one of his customers. It wasn't surprising really, Kanako Kasugazaki had the host-hopping disease. She had been with all of us at some point or another. He looked really depressed though; it was funny!

However, it being the fourth hour since he started and he hadn't stopped eating once, we were getting worried. Mori shuffled his feet. This is not good.

To my surprise, I didn't answer him. Someone beat me to the punch. Haru-chan tugged a lock of hair that was poking her in the eyes slightly. I'm kinda worried.

so Haru-chan knew the language? Good. This makes it all the easier. I tilted my head in Tamaki's direction. Should we stop him?

Two lifted eyebrows in response, one from each of them. Do you want to be the one who talks to him? Those identical eyebrows asked. It was kind of scary, actually. We waited in silence for a second before Haru-chan took one for the team.

"So he's upset because I took her?" she asked dully. Tamaki was immediately right up in her face, making Mori bristle.

"Shut up!" he yelled, and tears welled up in my eyes. This did not help his case with Mori at all, but I couldn't help it. He was scary!

"I couldn't care less! Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl." He proclaimed, pointing at her, before going into full mental breakdown.

"I just don't get why you're so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady!" he cried, holding his head and whipping it from side to side. He dug through a trunk he got from the corner of the room and pulled out a big blown up picture of Haru-chan before she cut of her hair. I sniffled as I looked at it. I prefer her hair short.

"Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were!" Tamaki wailed. Why does he insist on calling himself daddy? It's weird. Haru-chan and Tamaki decided to have a shouting contest, with her yelling

"Don't go blowing up my photos without asking me!" at him. She had a fair point.

Kaoru was looking at the photo while Tamaki sobbed.

"How did this," he gestured towards the picture.

"Become that?" Hikarou finished for him, sounding slightly disgusted as he no doubt recalled what Haru-chan had looked like when she first came in to Music Room 3. Good question. Me and Mori turned to look at her.

"Chewing gum." She said, pointing at her hair. "Lost my contacts." She added, gesturing at her eyes. She was beginning to adopt Mori's sentences. Yay! Her toe moved to point towards us. I want to be with you not over here with everyone staring.

Poor Haru-chan.

"Mama!" Tamaki screeched. "Our daughter is using those naughty boy words again." And then he collapsed to the floor in a sniveling heap.

"Who's 'Mama'?" I asked blankly. Mori blinked. I don't know.

"Based on preposition, I assume it's me." Kyoya said. He didn't sound thrilled at the idea.

"Do you have formal dancing experience?" Kaoru cut in, heading off another argument. Dancing, the party! Yay, I wanna see Haru-chan dance!

A nod of Mori's head. I do too.

Mori swung me round and round and I laughed happily. Haru-chan was so cute and awkward as Kanako taught her to dance. Tamaki had a face like thunder.

Kanako lost her breath at the sight of some of the new china set we had just got in. I looked at her oddly. Then she caught sight of the china-set delivery person. Oh yeah, they were engaged, weren't they? I forgot!

I happily informed Haru-chan, and I saw an idea for behind her brown eyes.

Haru-chan did not look happy to be here. Hikarou and Kaoru chastised her, and her excuse was never having been to a party before. The poor deprived thing! She looked up when Kyoya mentioned food, and hesitantly asked

"Will there be fancy tuna?"

Kyoya's pen snapped, and all of us felt like we were going to faint. Tamaki vaulted over the railing to land light as a cat beside us and ordered Kyoya, who was already on his phone, to get some fancy tune here stat! Hikarou and Kaoru were hugging Haru-chan with smiles on their faces.

"Poor little dear. Awww." They chanted, rubbing their cheeks against her hair. She blushed, and you could see her favourite phrase 'damn rich bastards' running through her mind. I looked down at her from where I sat on Mori's shoulder. Silently I agreed with the Twins, but I wasn't going to say so for risk of my health.

Everyone but Haru-chan set about dancing. It was so much fun as Keiko swung me round and round in the air. Haru-chan lent against a pillar, smiling as she watched us, oblivious to her own fan girls who were sneaking up on her.

Kanako beat them to it, asking Haru-chan to dance. The Twins discretely switched partners so that they were now dancing with each other, whispering together and going over last minute details. Mori took me from Keiko and exited the room. The twins followed not long after. Mori then turned and went back to the dancing girls.

He returned once more not ten seconds later with a frazzled Haru-chan over his shoulder. Mori is a very fast runner. He set Haru-chan gently on the floor and she quirked an eyebrow. You didn't have to be so forceful!

"Yeah yeah." I waved her off, bouncing happily, as one of the twins shoved a dress at her. I then pushed her, sending her stumbling into the changing room. She let out a cry, before we heard the rustle of fabric dropping to the floor.

When she came out again the twins set at it, doing her hair and makeup. When they were done, she looked stunning. There was no other word for it. even Tamaki was struck speechless.

As we watched her walk down the hallway away from us, Tamaki nearly sobbed.

"I can't believe…she looks so pretty."

Mori's hand twitched and his shoulder rolled. He was saying the exact same thing.

We caught Kanako and her beau outside in the spotlight, dropping rose petals on them. They were the final dance. They looked so perfect there, twirling around the courtyard. He whispered a marriage proposal to her, and I nearly cried. It was so cute!

Why are the twins eating bananas? Wait, where did the peels go? Why is Haru-chan kissing her on the cheek instead of Tamaki?

"You don't think this is her first kiss do you?" I mused out loud. This caused Tamaki to try and stop her, which caused him to slip on the peels, which caused him to push Haru-chan, which turned the kiss from a peck on the cheek to lip to lip kissing.

Mori moved slightly, leaning forwards. I don't like it. I patted his hand.

"Me neither." I wish I'd just kept my trap shut…

Haru-chan pulled away and ran back up the stairs to grip Mori's sleeve. The gesture was obvious. I didn't like that.

And I had to repress a smile, because that was good news indeed.