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I'm still sitting on the kitchen island, completely thrown off guard. The words are still ringing in my ears.

Because he's in love with you.

There's no way Hikaru could have feelings for me. I mean, how could he? I certainly never noticed- he definitely doesn't profess his undying love for me like Tamaki does. He's so different. That explains why he makes so many passes at me.

My mind suddenly recalls the day the twins fought. When Kaoru called out Hikaru for liking me, he completely denied it, then proceeded to insult me. I slap my palm to my forehead. I feel like we're in elementary school: whenever the boys would like someone, they would tease them. This is all too much for me.

I glance at the clock on the oven. It's nearly 2. I might as well go up now. No point in staying down here any longer.

I hop down from the island, put the (almost melted) ice cream away, and turn off the kitchen light.

When I creep back upstairs to where the boys are, I hear the peaceful sound of light snoring. Well, at least they're asleep. Before stepping into the room, I take a deep breath and calm myself down.

I tread carefully back to my spot next to Tamaki. He's clutching on to his teddy bear, mumbling something about his "little princess". I roll my eyes. God, he's like a child. The host club's king still sleeps with a stuffed animal. After a split second, I decide against sleeping next to him after all.

Carefully, I bend down and pick up my sleeping bag. When it makes a crinkling noise, I cringe. Hopefully that wasn't too loud. Tamaki shifts, but other than that he's completely knocked out.

I bundle up the bag and walk over to the other side of the room. I crouch down again, roll it out, and as quietly as I can manage, slip back into the sleeping bag. For a minute, I don't say anything. Then, I force myself to let out a small whisper.

"Hey, Hikaru."

There's no instant reply, but soon enough, one comes. "Hi, Haruhi."

"Couldn't sleep?"

The red haired boy turns his head over to look at me. I wonder if he can really see me through this darkness. "Not really. Tamaki's going to kill us in the morning, you know."

"I don't care. It's not like we're sleeping in the same bag or anything." I turn to look at him, too. I can make out the whites of his eyes. He blinks, then shifts his gaze elsewhere.

Mori's voice finds its way back into my head. I push it out and bite my lip.

"Hikaru?" I don't dare look at him, so I keep my eyes forward.

"Yeah, Haruhi?"

"Are you in love with me?"

No answer. I mentally kick myself for being so upfront; I probably scared him off. Each second that passes is like a dagger in my chest. Moments later, he speaks.

"I think so."

My heart pounds. So Mori was right. Not knowing what to say, I take my turn at silence.

"Hey, Haruhi?" Hikaru asks in a small voice.

"Yes?"

"Do you think you could ever love me back?"

I pause. This is it, this is the defining moment. This could change it all. What am I supposed to say? Do I feel the same? Come on, I have to say something.

Memories flash in my head. Late night study sessions with Hikaru where I'd try to teach him some English. Us trapped in Nekozawa's net on Halloween. Him, feeding me that cookie. Me in his arms under the church altar. His jealous tendencies. My constant nagging. Trading lunches. Always texting each other. Cramming before exams. Inside jokes.

"I don't know."

And the truth is, I don't. I really don't know if I can love Hikaru back yet. Hell, I've just only now realized how big a part he has in my life.

He doesn't reply, and I can't bring myself to speak, either. Sometimes it's best not to say anything at all.

Minutes pass, and I lift my hand off my stomach and reach over. I take Hikaru's shaky hand in mine and squeeze it softly. He soon squeezes back and looks at me. Just in case, if he can really see me, I give a little smile.

We, shaky hand-in-hand, fall silent. The room is pitch black, and together, we stare up at the ceiling, unsure of what's to come next.