I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club. This chapter is short and fluffy.
Ch.4
"When were you going to tell me about the other girls?" Haruhi stood in the kitchen, still in her heels and dinner dress, drying dishes that Kyoya had just finished washing. She was too wired and buzzed to sit.
Kyoya had sent an UBER to come and pick her up after she'd texted him during dinner, telling him that she was drinking. She'd left her car at the restaurant and a friend of Kyoya's was going to pick it up. He'd welcomed her in the house with open arms, but she'd walked right past him. Talk about a cold shoulder.
Kyoya leaned against the counter next to her with his arms crossed and confusion etched in every line of his face, "What girls, Haruhi? I don't know what you're talking about."
She started to yell but remembered that Maia was asleep," The ones your family got rid of because they didn't make good business partners. Tamaki told me all about it."
Kyoya just shrugged," I didn't think it mattered enough to tell you. They were just old girlfriends. Why were you talking to Tamaki about that anyway?"
"NO, I'm the one asking the questions here. What do you mean it didn't matter? Didn't you love them? Did you even fight for them?"
"I loved them until I could see it not working anymore. That's how relationships work. Haruhi. They don't matter because I found you. You and Maia are all that matter to me."
He hugged her around the waste and she let it happen, resting her wrists on the edge of the sink," Did you fight for me Kyoya when your father wouldn't acknowledge me or did you sit back and wait to see how I would turn out?"
"I fought for you, love. Very hard. He threatened to disown me. He gave me money to give to you so that you would leave, but I put it back in his hand and told him that if you left so would I. I didn't feel anything nearly as strong as I do for you with those other girls. I love you, Haruhi, truly."
She put everything down in the dish rack, turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck," I love you too Kyoya. That's all I wanted to hear."
"We should go to bed. It's late. We both have to work tomorrow," Kyoya said pulling her toward the stairs.
"Let me finish these first," she gestured toward what was left in the dish rack," I'll meet you upstairs."
"Suit yourself. What day is Maia's performance again?"
"Friday at 6:00 p.m and mine is Saturday at 7:00p.m."
She looked towards him, but he was already gone. Sighing deeply, Haruhi kicked off her heels and stared at her wedding ring, but only for a second, trying to understand what marriage actually meant to her and what Kyoya thought it meant.
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