Hey… I'm really sorry this took so long - I went to the city for a few days. Hope you can forgive me. I admit, so far, this fanfiction has consisted of several guys dragging Haruhi around.. but don't worry, as soon as the plot starts she'll take a stand, I swear it. :3

The other form of procrastination I've indulged in, is reading other people's fanfiction. I'd just like to put forward the name of a brilliant author, who's story I have not been able to stop reading (and at 182k words, it's taken me a few days). If you like the anime Hellsing, I recommend 'maroongrad's "To possess a vampire". It's a long read, but highly worth it!

Here it is! TamakixHaruhi!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club (Or Hellsing).

Tamaki's hand was brushed away, and Haruhi marched past him and down the stairs.

"HARUHIIIII! Wait for daddy!" He yelled, and ran after her, taking her wrist as he ran past and dragging her down countless flights of stairs while talking to himself.

"Daddy knows the perfect hiding place!"

It seemed like they were running down stairs for at least ten minutes when Tamaki pulled Haruhi to the side, and through a door. They were both plunged into darkness when he pulled shut the door, and the only sounds were of their heavy panting.

"Where… are… we?" Haruhi asked, in between breaths.

He stepped closer to her, so she could just make out the huge silly grin on his face. He produced a lighter from his pocket, and she looked at him, shocked.

"No, no, it's not what you think!" He said, and bent down, putting the flame to several convenient candles. He straighten and looked at her, thinking how beautiful her face looked in the flittering candlelight.

She realised he was staring at her, and that his expression had turned from exhilarated and happy to a look of compassion and understanding. He still smiled, but it was slight – he knew his eyes spoke his happiness more than his smile could.

She looked at him, head tilted slightly, lips slightly pouted, in a questioning way which he found irresistibly cute, and accidently ruined the mood by breaking the silence.

"Senpai, why do you call yourself my father?"

The question took him by surprise – he was busy thinking about how cute his daughter was. He had never questioned it before, and he thought for a moment, brow furrowed, as he came up with an answer.

"You must be my daughter! I see no other reason I would care for you so much."

Tamaki's eyes widened in realisation, and he continued with his sentence.

"But I'm not you're father… So I must… love you?"

Haruhi jerked back, and uttered an incredibly intelligent "HUH?!".

At this rate, she wouldn't have been surprised if the whole world had confessed their love to her that night, anyone but Tamaki.

He was just so… moronic and happy… he didn't have time for love! He was too busy making many other women happy.

Though, she reasoned, that was just on the surface. Really, underneath, he was caring and worried about everyone, even when he didn't have to. He came up with crazy ideas sometimes, but they were only for the benefit of everyone around him, and Haruhi didn't really mind, despite how she let on. She was snapped out of thought by a worried Tamaki.

"Umm... You're not saying anything… should I be worried?"

But… what could she say, really? She didn't think she felt the same way… but who knew, right?

"I don't know what I can say…"

He frowned slightly "Okay… as long as you're not mad."

"Why would I be mad? I just need some time to think, that's all."

He nodded, smiling a little. That had gone better than he expected, and he hadn't even meant to say that he loved her… It kind of came out on its own.

He sighed; it was a pretty obvious rejection though. While he was glad she hadn't stormed out and refused to talk to him, he wished she'd told him how much she'd loved him all along and how they could get married and live happily ever after.

Of course, he was being unrealistic, but it was to be expected, seen as he had slipped into his inner mind theatre and was becoming more unaware of the girl standing in front of him by the second.

"Umm… senpai?"

Haruhi waved a hand in front of a dreaming Tamaki's face.

"YES HARUHI! OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU!"

"EH?!" Shouted Haruhi.

Right about then the Host Club burst through the door.

"You know, tono…." Said Hikaru.

"You shouldn't shout when trying to hide." Finished Kaoru.

Haruhi leaned back against the wall as the Host Club started talking animatedly to Tamaki. How had he changed so much in the past minute? And how was she going to choose between the Host Club?!

One thing was certain, she was never going to get used to Tamaki's mood swings.

*Sigh* Again, sorry it's late!

Have a good day ;)