3AM Tea Parties, Cake, and Love

By: BluMoonKittyKitty and Hita-Chan!

Hita: Tamaki and Mori

Blu: Haruhi and Honey

Both: Kyoya, extras

Mostly Blu: Twins

**So WARNING NOW THIS STORY WILL NOT END THE WAY YOU THINK!**

BluMoonKittyKitty and I own all the stuff in here except for the actual anime and its characters. So have fun reading!

Tamaki cried the whole way Kyoya dragged him to their class. He eventually stopped crying because he was getting sick of it and decided he could just pout.

"Oh stop it you big idiot." Kyoya smacked him playfully. Tamaki stuck his tongue out at the raven haired boy. Kyoya was the only other person he could be serious around that wouldn't laugh at him and tell him to quit joking around.

"Tamaki we need to talk after class is over." Kyoya stated seriously as he nodded to the teacher and sat back in his desk.

The twins shook their heads no, smirking deviously at the contents of the notebook. Haruhi rolled her eyes; there wasn't anything really important in there anyways. Just her class schedules and a few lame doodles. The twins hung their heads at a note that Haruhi had forgotten about. They tossed the notebook back to her, sad puppy-dog eyes on their faces. "What?" Haruhi said.

Tamaki now couldn't stop trying to figure out what Kyoya wanted to talk about! It sounded so serious!

"Kyoyaaaaa can't you just tell me now?"

"No."

"Whyyyy notttttt?"

"Shut up Tamaki." Thus leading to a very sad Tamaki.

The twins were very upset the rest of the day, and Haruhi couldn't figure out why. She eventually left them to be sad on their own. She had to change into her cosplay outfit for the day's host club activities. What was the host club's activities today, anyways? She didn't remember what Kyoya had told her today was a while back. She wasn't good with dates anyhow.

Kyoya led Tamaki to the music room after class, knowing it would be empty. He sat down and Tamaki sat down across from him.

"Kyoya what do you have to talk to me about?" Tamaki asked.

Kyoya looked at him, "Tamaki, no one's around so answer me honestly. Who won't you ask Haruhi out on a date already?"

Tamaki stared at him blankly, Kyoya can't know he likes Haruhi... "Why would I do that Kyoya?"

Kyoya glared at him, "We all know you like her you idiot! So stop playing dumb!"

Tamaki shook his head, "I don't like her Kyoya. I mean sure I like her as a friend but nothing more." Tamaki told him sounding very sincere.

Kyoya was skeptic at first but now he wasn't sure, maybe Tamaki was telling the truth. "Are you sure?"

Tamaki nodded, "One hundred percent, Kyoya. I wouldn't lie to you."

Kyoya sighed and stood up. "I guess we were all wrong then." He muttered and walked to the back to get changed for the theme. They were trying 'Space Pirates' as a request from some of the guests.

Haruhi stepped into her own private changing area. "OH HELL NO!" she screamed loud enough for the hosts who were changing in the room next to her to hear. She was NOT wearing a space pirate suit made for a stripper!

"Haruhi? Do you not like the design?" Hikaru and Kaoru looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. She looked to the two of them, then back to the strips of cloth that would barely cover her.

"NO, I DON'T LIKE THE DESIGN! WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!" One thing was for sure, Haruhi was pissed. The twins took a few steps back; they always got terrified when she got like this.

Tamaki was very confused as to why Haruhi was shouting, the twins had shown him her outfit and it looked perfectly fine. The same as the rest of theirs. He stepped out in his suit and looked to see what Haruhi had to change in.

"Haruhi what's wrong?" His eyes landed on the outfit, "WHAT IS THAT?!" he screamed, picking up the small pieces of fabric.

He turned onto the twins, "WHAT IS THIS?! This is NOT what you showed me! My little girl will not be wearing this!"

The twins grinned, "But boss, won't it be lovely to see her in it?"

Kyoya stepped it out, "You two that's enough. Tamaki doesn't have any feelings for Haruhi. he told me that earlier."

Tamaki looked away then and went to go get ready out in the main room.

Haruhi ended up wearing her own uniform instead of the perverted outfit from the twins. The girls were all about her normality but wondered why she hadn't bothered with cosplay today.

"They didn't deliver my outfit on time," Haruhi lied. She was in no way on Earth wearing the thin strips of clothing the twins had suggested.

Tamaki spoke to his guests of very dangerous space adventures and how they looted a bunch of aliens of gold nuggets. The girls were very deep into the story but did notice all the glances he sent towards Kyoya and then Haruhi.

Haruhi chuckled along with the girls who were sharing the stories Tamaki had told them with her. They sounded even more ridiculous coming from the ladies, the poised ladies who were trying desperately to do the accents Tamaki had made up in his mind. Haruhi chuckled at the silliness of the stories, even at one that contained a sad backstory with a happy ending. Tamaki really didn't seem like the type of guy to come up with that, Haruhi thought.

Tamaki really enjoyed telling these stories. He was able to release his original emotions through story. Right now he was telling one of how he rescued an alien cowboy from his best friend who had lied and was now trying to kill him. He sighed lightly and covered it up quickly as a sigh of anguish for those friends.

Haruhi was quite simply astonished by how much Tamaki had thrown into his stories. She could clearly tell his two doppelganger alien friends were Hikaru and Kaoru, as they made a complete mess of everything. The quiet and mysterious Shadow Monster was Kyoya, and Haruhi...well, she didn't know what she was. There were quite a few female characters in each story, and Haruhi wasn't about to pick herself out of a bag filled to the brim with rich girls.

Tamaki couldn't keep up these stories, he felt like he was betraying his friends as he told the stories... Finally Kyoya tells them that its time to close and everyone left ready to go tell everyone else Tamaki's stories. Tamaki sighed in relief and went to go change. Kyoya tagging along with him.

Tamaki looked at Kyoya, "What is it, Kyoya?"

"Tamaki, I don't understand."

Tamaki was actually confused at what Kyoya was talking about, "Don't understand what?"

"How you don't like Haruhi!"

Haruhi was relieved she was done. She'd gone through three cups of tea and really had to pee. As soon as everyone left, Haruhi was in the bathroom, hoping her bladder didn't explode on the way in there. She came out and took off her uniform in exchange for a jacket, a T-shirt, and some blue jeans. She left the host club after grabbing her bag and avoided talking to anyone. She sat on the front steps of the school for a little while, wondering why everything was so weird between her and Tamaki since the tea party. She really didn't like feeling that way since Tamaki was her "father".

Tamaki for once was sick of Kyoya's constant questions.

"Kyoya just drop it!" Tamaki shouted, grabbed his bag and stormed out.

He ignored all of the other hosts and made his way out of the school. He hated yelling at his friends but he just wasn't able to really control himself this time. He walked out and saw Haruhi, making him freeze. His limo wasn't here... He didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. He was afraid he would yell at someone else. He didn't know what to do so he started walking off in another direction.

Haruhi spotted Tamaki out of the corner of her eye. She saw him walking away rather quickly. Leaving him to go, since she wasn't so sure he was in the mood to talk, especially to her...

Haruhi stood up, realizing she'd been sitting there, staring at...nothing. There was nothing there but gray clouds. She began walking towards her bike and pulled it closer to her by the handlebars. She kicked one leg over the seat and carefully directed it by dragging her feet on the ground to the pavement. She then pedaled, hoping the faster she went the warmer it'd make her. She still couldn't get the look on Tamaki's face out of her head. Something seemed to be troubling him, and she was going to find out what it was.

The honk of his limo scared the living crap out of him. He looked over and smiled to the driver, he hopped in and closed his eyes, ready to calm down and relax. His brain was driving him crazy. Once he got home he dropped his bag and ran for the security of his room. He knew his eyes were beginning to water. It was something he hated. He cried when he was frustrated or stressed. Which would be now. He cried and cried, not going to hold back. Everything was weighing down on him. He knew Haruhi was bothered by something and he wasn't ready to pry. Kyoya was just pissing him off lately. He had no one to talk to about it. His face turned to horror when he realized that Haruhi had heard Kyoya say that he held no feelings for the girl. He let his head fall back into his pillow.

Haruhi reached for the phone, then withdrew her hand at least twelve times before getting up the courage to call Tamaki for the second night in a row. She dialed his phone, hoping he would answer, because she needed the answer to one question in particular. "T-Tamaki?" she asked.

Tamaki wasn't going to lie, he was a bit bothered by a phone call. He answered, "Hm?"

Haruhi was shocked she didn't receive a number of high-pitched screams as a reply. "Look, something's been bugging me and if anyone can help me figure it out, it's you, right?"

Tamaki sat up a little, "Yeah, I can try." He figured he could try and sound a little nicer to the girl.

Haruhi took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes. What do you do if you think you're falling for someone who you know for a fact doesn't like you?" Haruhi was dying to know what was going on and why she felt this way towards a certain guy.

Tamaki sputtered inside for a minute, "We'll you should try and get them to see the other way. Cause maybe they do actually like you and are just denying it to themselves. So you just need to try and get them to like you. I hope that helped." He was still trying to not sound crabby.

"Thanks senpai. And one more thing before you go? I think I'm falling for you." Haruhi hung up with that and decided it was up to Tamaki's reaction whether or not she'd stay for the host club's meeting tomorrow.

Tamaki about died. Haruhi liked him? He wasn't sure how to react, right at this moment his brain was saying to tell her he wasn't sure but his heart said to go for it... He didn't understand, they'd just barely starting to hang out and now this?! Tamaki couldn't handle the dumb sound his phone was making, telling him she had hung up, so he hit end on his phone and put on pjs and went to sleep.

Haruhi had barely hit end when she crashed on her bed. She didn't bother getting out of her uniform. She was exhausted. She still woke up early the next morning, though, and decided not to wait for her dad to get out of the shower, so she rode her bike to school again. She felt the heat on her face as she blushed thinking about what she'd said the previous night.

Tamaki woke up the next morning. He felt like he was going to puke but he got up and got dressed. When he went downstairs Shima was trying to tell him to stay home because he was paler than a piece of paper, but he ignored her and went outside to his limo. He would arrive just in time, so need to hurry. Despite almost dying last night, he felt like he was dead. He felt empty for some reason... He couldn't really figure it out. So when he pulled up to school it took him a few minutes to debate if he actually wanted to go in or not. He saw Kyoya's limo and the Hitachiin limo behind him, making him sigh.

Haruhi was red-faced as she walked into the classroom. She skipped the music room that morning for fear of seeing Tamaki, then she realized she'd have to face him at some point. She sighed. Why did she have to go and say such a stupid thing to ruin their relationship?! Why wasn't she perfectly happy with Tamaki as her "daddy"?

Tamaki never moved from the limo, his brain sorting out the possibilities of events that could happen either way he chose. He sighed and told his driver to go home, he would text someone later to let them know. Shima had wanted him home anyways, he could abide by that for once. No one should truly miss/need him that day. This is good, he thought, now I can try and think things through.

Haruhi didn't spot Tamaki in the halls, and for that she was grateful, but she and him walked down the same hallway to get to their classrooms. He didn't seem to be entirely focused, so Haruhi assumed he was back in the music room, finishing his homework...again.

As soon as Tamaki walked through his mansion door, Shim scooted him upstairs, into pajamas, and then left saying "she'd be back with tea." Tamaki was lying down for two seconds before he had a huge coughing fit, making the maids come in to make sure he was okay. Shima rushed in when she heard him and patted and rubbed his back firmly, helping out with the coughing.

"Misa, go call Master Suoh and tell him that Young Master Tamaki's at home very ill."

The maid named Misa nodded and rushed off. Tamaki blinked slowly, why was he getting sick all of a sudden? He then shot up and remembered a small detail he left out by staying home: Haruhi.

"HARUHI! LET ME GO SHIMA! I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!" Tamaki shouted and finished with more coughing.

Haruhi took her seat in her desk and buried her head in her arms. The twins looked at her suspiciously; every few seconds they could see the corners of her cheeks go red, then flush pale. "Um, Haruhi?" Kaoru asked.

"You okay?" Hikaru finished. Haruhi looked up, to the side, then to the other side. They both had worried faces.

"I'm fine!" Haruhi replied with a smile. "What makes you think I'm not?"

Tamaki was shushed and told to rest, everyone filing out of his room. He wanted, no needed, to get to school. He forgot completely that Haruhi had confessed to him! He had to respond to it! But how? Should he really just come out and say he likes her too? But he doesn't really know if that's how he feels... They've only spent such little time together alone... It was kind of hard to tell. Shima soon came in later to see the Young Master asleep, snoring softly.

Haruhi and the twins went on like nothing happened, though Haruhi's cheeks would still go red from time to time. The twins figured it was a girl thing and she was hitting puberty or something, so they didn't bother to ask.
Going to lunch Haruhi was sure she'd see Tamaki in the lunchroom, but she didn't, causing her to sigh with relief. Then a thought struck her. What if he doesn't feel the same way? Did he hang up last night because he didn't know how to tell me he didn't feel the same way? Why did I say that in the first place? With a loud groan, Haruhi pounded her head on the table saying, "I'm such an IDIOT!"

Tamaki woke up and grabbed his phone, seeing it was lunch time, he sent Kyoya a quick brief text saying he was at home sick.

Kyoya got the text and responded with an okay, he wasn't sure why Tamaki told him other than for club reasons which was just a meeting. He shrugged it off and watched silently as Haruhi slammed her head down, "Haruhi, don't go injuring yourself."

"I do...what I...want!" Haruhi replied between head slams. Kyoya rolled his eyes, then looked to the twins, who shrugged.

"Puberty, maybe?" they said in unison.

Tamaki was now getting sick of everyone making a fuss about him having what he was assuming was just a cold. Shima had called a doctor to come around late evening, his father had said he would come home soon to see how he was, and Kyoya had just said 'ok'. That bothered him a little bit, but he was just going to cross it off, since lately Kyoya had been bothering him. He sighed deeply and picked up the novel he had next to him. It was a rather interesting book.

Haruhi had finally stopped banging her head on the table. The twins gave her funny looks the rest of the day; she had a large bruise on her forehead now. She could feel her forehead throbbing from taking so many blows.

Tamaki just wanted school to be over so he could leave his bed. Shima had said no getting up until school's over. He sighed out of boredom. It was so boring…

The final bell rang, causing Haruhi to hop up from her seat. She and the twins went to the music room for the meeting, fully expecting Tamaki to be there. Now she was worried about him; what with not seeing the boy all day.

Tamaki sat up and went downstairs, for no reason except to get up and walk. He sighed dramatically each time he passed Shima. When his dad was on his way he was ushered upstairs again, being told he was still pale. And of course about ten minutes after he was lying down again he was coughing yet again. He wasn't too worried about the Host Club because Kyoya had told everyone he'd be gone. Or so he thought…

Haruhi walked into the club room and immediately began looking for Tamaki. He was nowhere. She panicked, thinking the worst of the situation. He'd been called back to the main house? He died? He was in the hospital? Haruhi was practically hyperventilating when Kyoya told all the hosts to sit down somewhere and announced that Tamaki was feeling ill and would not be arriving. Haruhi sighed a breath of relief, then immediately felt it was her fault. All of it.

When Mr. Suoh walked into Tamaki's room, he just about passed out. Tamaki had always been an extraordinarily healthy kid growing up. He never got sick, his immune system was perfect. He called for Shima and demanded to know if a doctor had been called. He calmed down when he knew one was coming.

"Father!" Tamaki said happily, sitting up.

His dad went closer to him and sat down next to him on the bed, "Hello, son." Tamaki was happy he didn't correct him when he said father. He then burst into another coughing fit. His dad frowned and felt his forehead, he was bit warmer than usual.

"I'm fine Father. It's just a mere cold." Tamaki grinned.

Haruhi was pacing around during the meeting, wondering how Tamaki was doing and that it was all her fault he was sick. Nobody bothered her; the twins had spread the rumor that she had started puberty and since none of the hosts knew how girl puberty worked, they didn't bother her. They weren't at all shocked when she ran out the door, calling her father to pick her up.

Really, the fact that Tamaki was sick was making her feel worse and worse. Her mouth got dry as she dialed her father, and she could barely speak into the phone.

After Tamaki's dad left, telling him he'd be back, Tamki pulled out his phone and looked at it for a minute. He flipped it open and dialed the number he wanted.

"Haruhi, I was hoping you could-" he was cut of by another round of coughing, "come over..."

Tamaki was nervous, he really just wanted someone around he could talk to. And he knew Haruhi would be that person, if she agreed to come over.

Haruhi pulled the phone away from her ear for a moment, then stared at it. She realized she should give him an answer. "Uh, yeah sure! Why not?" Haruhi giggled nervously. She really didn't want to face Tamaki, but when he was sick like this, she probably should…

"Thanks." then Tamaki hung up before he started to cough again. He was happy he'd get to see one of his friends. Haruhi was his choice selection, but he was worried that it might be a little awkward. Maybe he could just try and go around the whole scenario…

Haruhi didn't bother telling her father where she was going, but she wrote him a note saying she'd be gone for a while. She hopped on her bike to pedal herself to Tamaki's for the second time that week. She stopped at the same convenience store, picking up a candy bar for Tamaki and a bag of Skittles for herself. She knew how much Tamaki like commoners' chocolate.

Tamaki tried getting out of bed but was sent back by Shima.

"SHIIIMA! Schools over! I can walk around!" he wailed.

"Orders from your father are to not let you move from that bed." she responded. Tamaki stomped all the way upstairs and back to his bed.

Haruhi arrived a few minutes later. She was shown to Tamaki's room by Shima, where she stood outside the closed door for a few moments before knocking softly. "Tamaki? It's Haruhi..."

"You can come in Haruhi." Tamaki smiled at her just standing out there. He grabbed his tea and sipped it.

Haruhi slipped into the room quickly. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Haruhi stood there awkwardly, not coming any closer.

Tamaki looked at the girl, "Great. I'm feeling great." He looked down at his hands and back to her.

"WHY'S THERE A BRUISE ON YOUR FOREHEAD?!" He then started to cough, "Have to stop shouting..." He wished Haruhi would come closer. It just proved things between them were now awkward.

Haruhi took a step closer. "You don't seem great. Don't worry about the bruise; it's nothing." Haruhi covered the mark with her hand, flinching a little bit at the pain when she applied pressure. Tamaki didn't seem to notice, so she took her hand away and did her best to pull her bangs over the mark. "I got you something," Haruhi smiled, placing the chocolate bar on the side table.

Tamaki smiled at her, trying to ignore the pain he got in his chest during coughing. "Oooh commoner's chocolate!" He grinned happily at Haruhi. "Haruhi can come closer. I'm not gonna bite you or anything." He stated looking at her seriously but with some concern.

Haruhi smiled, walking to his bedside. "I don't want things to be awkward between us," she said softly, moving the bangs out of his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have figured out what I was feeling before I told you what I did last night."

Tamaki smiled back, "I don't either. Awkwardness if the last thing I want." he blushed at her hands touching his bangs, "I was trying to not answer... Not to be rude but because I don't know yet... It's understandable Haruhi. It was a in the moment thing. I've done it too." He smiled at her.

Haruhi sighed with relief, sitting down on the bed next to him. "So...how long have you been bedridden?" Haruhi asked, then immediately felt stupid. Why would she ask such a stupid question?

Tamaki chuckled, "Practically all day. The doctor should be coming soon though to see what's wrong. I feel it has to just be a simple cold. My father is extremely worried about they're going to diagnose me with. He's afraid it will be the disease my...mother...has..." Tamaki trailed off at the end of his explaining.

Haruhi craned her neck to look at him, then blushed when he was looking right at her. She looked down, playing with her hands. How did she respond to that? "I can't help but feel like it's my fault you got sick," Haruhi said quietly.

Tamaki was stunned at her response, "Haruhi... how in the world would it be your fault?"

"Well," Haruhi looked back down to her hands, which were tugging on the cuffs of her shirt, "you got sick right after I said what I did..."

Tamaki wasn't sure how to respond, because that fact was true. "Haruhi, you can't blame yourself. Sickness runs in my family. It was a miracle that I haven't gotten sick before. So, please, don't blame yourself for my illness."

Haruhi felt a smile coming to her lips. "You really are...something," Haruhi chuckled.

Tamaki grinned, "Yes, I suppose I am." Then came more coughing, "I didn't even yell that time!" He looked down sadly and blinked like twenty times in a row.

Haruhi chuckled. "Maybe it's everytime you smile," she joked, smiling a goofy grin at Tamaki.

Tamaki laughed, "You don't really think that's possible do you?"

"Anything is possible," Haruhi glanced over at him. "Even a robber sneaking in through a window of an apartment on the second floor..." Stop! she told herself. She was making this all about her. She came over to comfort Tamaki, not get all teary-eyed. "I mean, um, you know, a lot of stuff is possible!"

Tamaki put his hand on hers and smiled sadly, "It's okay Haruhi. I don't mind, it doesn't have to be about me. You can go ahead and cry, I understand. It's hard to not have a parent around."

Haruhi looked to him, then to their hands. "No. I feel like a complete jerk walking in here and acting like this. I know my mother is in a better place, and your mother could be God knows where. It's just not right."

Tamaki sighed, "Haruhi. You aren't being a jerk." He looked down again, blinking a little at her mentioning his maman.

Haruhi stood up. "I should probably be going, I shouldn't be bothering you right now. You need some rest."

Tamaki was so confused, things were going so well! What went wrong? They were getting past awkward... He just turned to the big picture window and sighed, "If that's what you want Haruhi..."

Haruhi sighed. She was secretly hoping he'd ask her to stay... "That is, unless, you have anything on your mind," she said, turning away from the door and looking at Tamaki.

"Haruhi, I want you to stay... You're the only one I'm not frustrated with... I can talk to you about things in a serious matter and I like that." He looked over at her, but wasn't really looking at her, "I don't want to say I'm in love with you yet, if that's what you're wanting me to say."

Haruhi glanced over at him. "No, I just, it's just..." Haruhi paused. "I'm so confused!" she blurted out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can't believe myself! And the other hosts, for that matter! They're all up on my case about something I don't understand completely myself!"

Tamaki stood up and walked over to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Haruhi tell me what's going on." Tamaki told her firmly, "I want to know everything." He pulled her to the couch and sat down with her.

Haruhi had her head in her hands when she felt Tamaki touch her on the shoulder. "Well, the twins...they just keep bothering me about everything!" she exclaimed. "Why I've been sleeping in class, why I'm acting so weird...I don't even know the answers anymore!"

"So it's just Hikaru and Kaoru?" Tamaki asked. "Haruhi... I can help you figure this out. I don't want you to be confused or bothered by anyone or anything. And if it's something I can fix, I will." He looked at her, something was bothering Haruhi and he needed to know what. "I think I know what it is... It's me, Haruhi. You have been hanging out with me more and that's when this started. You just have to tell those two straightforward that's its because you've been hanging out with me more often." Tamaki coughed a bit and leaned back, trying to ease away the pain.

"I don't know, Tamaki..." Haruhi looked down at her hands. "Those two are really on my case, and telling them that could cause an uproar."

"They need to be told something, Haruhi. I think that would be best if they just knew the truth. Imagine how they would react to that and the fact they we lied/told them nothing. And then to fix it, we should probably limit how much we hang out outside of school."

"Yeah, I guess that's best..." Haruhi sighed. "Once a week?"

Tamaki looked at her, "Twice a week?But we keep them separated nicely?"

Haruhi too was happy with this agreement. "Fine, twice a week. How about...Monday and Thursday? Those are the days my dad works late."

Tamaki smiled, "Perfect!" He looked at the clock and sighed, "The doctor's late... Do you want to eat dinner here?"

Haruhi was happy to be offered dinner; she was starving from not eating lunch and instead repeatedly banging her head on the table. "Sure," Haruhi smiled.

Tamaki smiled, "Well we should go see if it's done yet." He slowly got up and started towards the door. He stepped out and was shooed back in.

"SHIMAAAAA! I just want dinner!" he whined.

"We'll bring it to you."

"NOO! I must eat at the dining table with Haruhi!" Tamaki shouted through the door and yet again paid the price with another coughing fit.

"Master Tamaki, lay down in your bed. We'll alert you when it's ready." Tamaki pouted and went back to his bed.

Haruhi was shooed downstairs by Shima to eat alone. She felt a bit awkward sitting there, eating at Tamaki's house without Tamaki. She sat down at the table and waited for her food when Mr. Suoh came and sat down with her. Great, at least someone she knew.

Tamaki pouted when Shima brought him food, "Why are you having Haruhi eat alone Shima?"

"Your father requested her down there with him."

Tamaki freaked out, "WHAT?! Ow..." He grabbed his side and went back to eating.

Haruhi sat quietly at the table, along with Mr. Suoh. About halfway through the meal, he cleared his throat. "I'm glad you came, Miss Fujioka." Haruhi looked up.

"Tamaki is really sick, and he called and invited me over," she replied.

"I know. He really is lucky to have such a great friend like you." Haruhi blushed.

Tamaki hoped his dad wasn't doing anything embarrassing.

"Th-thank you, Mr. Suoh," she stuttered. He smiled at her. "Why don't you go eat with him in his room? I bet he's freaking out at this very moment," Mr. Suoh chuckled. "He's very melodramatic."

"SHIMA! Pleassssse! I need to eat with Haruhi! Who knows what my father may be doing!" Tamaki cried.

Haruhi was shown back up to Tamaki's room by Mr. Suoh (she had no clue how to maneuver in such a large space). She had a plate and fork, and when she walked through the door, she was shocked to see Tamaki yelling at Shima, Shima's face red as if she'd had enough of him. She stood there awkwardly, waiting for Tamaki to finish yelling.

Tamaki then noticed Haruhi standing there, "Haruhi! You came back for me!" Shima sighed deeply and left the room.

Haruhi chuckled at the exhausted woman leaving the room. "Your father told me to come up here," Haruhi said, sitting down on one of the couches and placing the plate on the table.

Tamaki thanked his father in his mind, "Do you like your dinner?"

"Yes! It's very good," Haruhi replied. "Would you tell Shima that for me?"

I apologize for any grammatical, spelling, or any sort of mistakes you found. We hope you enjoyed!

~Hita and Blu Say Good Bye~