Royal host

by belelle

Haruhi's a princess whom had to escape, she left her house behind, her father and her niichans. 10 years later she gets a sholarship for Ouran high school, where she'll be confronted with her past and where she'll be reunited with her niichans, the members of the host club. But telling them she is their childhood friend could bring them in danger since someone's targeting her.

40. Mitsukuni

Mistu-niichan smiled brightly "Haru-chan!" He jumped on the balcony's balustrade, swaying his legs.

"Are you not enjoying the party?" I asked as I sat next to him.

"Of course I'm enjoying it!" he exclaimed. "There are sooo many sweets!" he said. "I'm playing hide-n-seek with Takashi so I'm hiding here." He giggled. "How about you?"

"I needed some fresh air and my feet were hurting." I glared at the guilty high heels.

"Then take them off!" Mitsu-niichan said.

I quickly cast a look around me to see whether there were people or not who could spot us and when I was certain no one would notice us, I happily took them off. I breathed a sigh of relief and Mitsu-niichan chuckled.

"I'm so glad everything ended well." He said.

"So am I." I muttered.

He looked me in the eye and his serious look startled me. "You really worried me, Haru-chan."

I played with the end of my sleeve. "I'm sorry." He smiled gently.

Cautiously I looked at him. "Am I forgiven?"

He chuckled. "I could never stay mad at you for long, Haru-chan." His spread his arm, demanding for a hug. Softly laughing I complied. He squeezed me with a strength you wouldn't match with his petite size. He backed away a bit so he could look and smile at me. "Are you as sweet as you look?" he asked mischievously .

"What?" I frowned confused.

His grin grew bigger. "Time to find out then." He said and before I knew it he leaned closer, with the gleeful expression he always wore when eating one of his favorite sweets.