Offering a small smile to Kyoya, Haruhi quickly and surely redressed herself and checked in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. Haruhi turned around to find Kyoya resettling his glasses and finger-combing his hair so that it didn't look so thoroughly debauched.

She made her way up behind him and stood on her toes before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Proper as ever" whispered Haruhi.

A small blush settled on his high cheek bones as Kyoya smiled down at her, still feeling slightly unused to such acts of affection. Not that he was complaining – no way! Kyoya was happy to know that they were soon becoming regular occurrences in the bond he had formed with Haruhi.

About to give a reply, he was startled to see Haruhi promptly turning around and walking towards the large double-doors of the Host Club.

"Haruhi?" Kyoya's startled voice rang in the room.

"I need to go pack for our trip with everyone. Don't you remember?" A teasing hint entered Haruhi's voice as she peaked over her shoulder.

Realisation hit Kyoya in the face before he registered all Haruhi had said.

On the one hand: time with Haruhi.

On the other: time with the Host Club.

Kyoya let a small sigh escape before marching over to Haruhi. With one hand he softly brushed her bangs out of her eyes before tilting her face upwards, brushing his lips softly over hers before whispering

"See you tomorrow".

Haruhi smiled against his lips and answered with a yes. She swayed through the doors to make her way home, leaving a happy Kyoya standing by the doors.

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Next Day

On Saturday morning Haruhi thought about where they were going. It was a hotel that Kyoya's family owned a large part of (although Haruhi suspected they owned it outright and just liked to give the illusion of possession to the other shareholders) on the outskirts of the city, only 2 hours' drive away.

According to its brochures, it was a safe haven where rich and famous clients could escape the public eye and hustle and bustle of the city. Included were huge suits, several pools that catered to swimming ability, riding stables, a games rooms, dancing halls…. All of these thoughts made Haruhi go dizzy.

Haruhi wrote a note to her dad, wishing him a good time with his friends (since Kyoya had already talked to Ranka) when she heard a knock at the door.

"It's open!"

The door swung open to reveal a tall, slender man with blonde hair that flowed to the middle of his back. His wide grin made Haruhi smile in return at the boy-turned-man who had given her food shopping tips as a child, and offered lifts whenever possible so that the younger Haruhi didn't have to walk on the streets alone at night.

Now involved in a campaign for developing centres for the homeless, he was more often than not busy travelling to and from America, the central base of his company. However, whenever he was in the neighbourhood he always dropped by for tea and a catch up with the Fujioka's.

"Hey Allen!" greeted Haruhi.

Today was one of the lucky days when Allen was around, and having spent the night out with her dad the night before, he had promised to give her a lift to outside the Ouran gates where she was meeting everyone.

"Morning Ms. Lawyer-san" he replied in a silky tone. "Shall we get going to where these ruffians are?"

Haruhi couldn't contain her laughter as she tried to imagine the Host Club cosplaying as ruffians. Those rich bastards could pull off most costumes, but for some reason the picture of them as the tough crowd of hooligans one can find in most cities made tears spring to her eyes.

"Yep, I'm ready to go."

Outside the Ouran gates

"Mo-o-o-o-o-th-e-r!"

Tamaki was franticly pacing around before going into his gloom corner and then resuming to pace. He turned his eyes frantically upwards, almost as if he was waiting for the sky to answer the question as to Haruhi's location.

"She isn't here yet! My lovely daughter, where are you? She could be hurt, or worse!"

Tamaki was sobbing by this point.

"What if we never find her? We won't even have a body to bury… why me, WHY?"

The rest of the club sweat-dropped.

"Calm down Tono! Our toy is coming soon." Hikaru and Kaoru reassured. They were excited to spend some time with their toy, and if this meant the possibility to annoy their lord even more; well, like they were going to give up that chance!

The other Host Club members were waiting silently by the wall, though Kyoya's eyes were focused towards the street that would lead to Haruhi's house. Not that you could tell this of course; the only thing you could see was the sunlight glinting off of his glasses.

Suddenly they all heard the rev of an engine and turned to see a red Ducati 748 driving towards them.

The motorcycle pulled up and one of the riders hopped off with a bag in one hand.

The host club stared dubiously at the duo, wondering who these people thought they were, and why on earth they were at their meeting place.

The dismounted rider pulled off their helmet and shook out their hair, knowing the fit a certain father might have if he learned that she didn't care for her hair after it had been flattened underneath a helmet.

Jaws dropped. Their Haruhi, Haruhi Fujioka, the girl who cared so little for her appearance that most mistook her for a boy on her first day, stood in front of them wearing tight black jeans and a white tank top, her cheeks a brilliant pink having been rouged by the wind.

Looking around, she smirked at the expressions on everyone's faces. Having at first resisted to her father's insistence on the jeans, she argued that they were too tight for her to move around in comfortably. But after she tried them on, she surprised herself by taking to them rather easily. The material fit her just right so that she didn't need a belt to hold them up, but neither did she feel like her lower half was suffocating.

Reaching Kyoya's stare, her eyes widened.

Kyoya POV

I automatically took a step forward, before restraining myself from the urge to go over and kiss her senseless. She looked ravishing. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in the form-fitting top that accentuated her narrow waist, and noticing just how long her legs looked and what it might be like to feel them wrapped around my waist….

STOP! Following down that path would only lead to awkward situations and a trying ride to the hotel. But still, I couldn't help but notice her wardrobe changes – I'll have to talk to Ranka later in the week.

I glanced over to see the other members trying to absorb this image in front of them, but those twins were staring too long for my liking. My eyes returned to Haruhi and she sent a small wink at me, lost on the others, before giving her attention to the other rider.

"Thanks for the ride Allen . See you soon!"

"See you later Haruhi; have a great time and if you need anything, call me" came a smooth voice from under the helmet.

My eyes narrowed. Who was this Allen? And just how much contact did he have with my Haruhi?

Note to self: check out his background later.

Normal POV

"HARUHI!" came the delighted cry from 4 of the Host Club, who had launched themselves at their female member. She elegantly side stepped their attack before spinning round to see them all lying on the ground, apart from Honey who had caught himself.

"Haru-chan!" he shouted as he swung round her shoulders to plant a kiss on her cheek. Haruhi giggled at his silliness before placing him on the ground with a smile.

She felt arms around her waist and faces rubbing against her own before sighing.

"We missed you! You should have slept over last night. It would have been…fun" both Hiitichan twins whispered in her ear.

Tamaki's eyes bulged at their behaviour and started shouting something about his daughter's virtue and incest. As Haruhi disentangled herself from different limbs her eyes caught Kyoya's and saw the annoyance in his eyes. His eyes softened as they stared into hers and Haruhi knew he was okay.

"Everyone, shall we get going?"

Haruhi's question brought everyone back to the present.

"Yeah!" most of them chorused.

As they all clambered into one limo (with a few others behind with their luggage) Haruhi ended up seated between Kyoya and Mori. She squirmed in the seat trying to get comfortable when a hand tugged her closer. She looked down to see Kyoya's elegant fingers wrapped around her own, and she resisted the urge to lean her head on his shoulder.

'This is going to be a long summer' Haruhi thought but a smile played round her mouth as she felt Kyoya's fingers stroke her own out of sight of the other Hosts.