FLUFF!

Chapter 19

Haruhi and Tamaki were twirling and dancing around. It was about the seventh or eighth time they've danced, and Haruhi was exhausted. She wondered if Tamaki was tired yet so that they could go sit down or something. He should be tired, she'd been standing on his feet for like over half an hour.

"Oh, sweetie, may I cut in?" A voice interrupted them. Standing there was Ranka, Haruhi's dad, in full drag wearing a red evening gown.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Haruhi asked.

"I'm a, chaperone, dear, now let me dance with Tamaki," Ranka as she took Tamaki and pulled him away before Haruhi could protest. She sighed.

"Well at least now I can sit down," Haruhi thought as she walked away. Ranka pulled Tamaki roughly away.

"It's nice seeing you again, Ranka," Tamaki said politely.

"Call me Mr. Fuijoka," Ranka replied sternly as he gripped Tamaki's hands tightly.

"Alright, Mr. Fuijoka," Tamaki said, not wanting to anger him further. His hands were starting to ache.

"Listen, child, if you even consider the idea of ever hurting my baby girl, I will rip you to shreds," Ranka threatened as his eyes darkened. "And not only do you have me to worry about, but I can guarantee you that those kind girls that you've all befriended and the rest of the boys won't be afraid to do the same."

"Don't worry," Tamaki smiled. "I wouldn't dream of ever hurting her. I love her." Ranka eye's widened at his statement, and then he smiled.

"Get on going then," Ranka responded as he let go of Tamaki. "Go back to her." With that, he walked away, leading Tamaki to return to Haruhi.

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The next morning rolled on by faster than anyone expected. Areily laid peacefully snoozing in her bed with her blue hair covering her pillow. Her face was still stained in her makeup from last night since she had just collapse into bed once she got home. However her sleep would be soon interrupted by a certain brunette.

"MERMAID!" Harley yelled as she jumped onto Areily's bed. "Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!" Every word was punctuated with a jump onto of Areily. She didn't respond. Instead Areily pushed Harley off her bed, who fell with a 'thud' onto the floor.

"What do you want?" Areily grumbled. She sat up and pulled the covers off. She was wearing what she wore beneath her dress last night: a strapless bra, underwear, and a pair of Spanx shorts. Her hair stood up on ends with all the hair spray that was in it before. Harley sat on the floor wearing her blue ducky pajamas with her wet hair in a bun and glasses.

"Kyoya kissed me last night!" Harley squealed.

"Oh my god!" Areily exclaimed. She jumped up and grabbed Harley. The two started hopping around and squealing loudly.

"I can't believe it why didn't you tell me sooner?" Areily asked once they finally calmed down and sat down on the floor.

"Because you we're sleeping," Harley responded as if it was obvious. "I also have something else to talk to you about."

"Of course, what's wrong?" Areily asked. She put on an oversized shirt.

"Is that Mori-senpai's shirt?" Harley asked as she wagged her eyebrows. Areily blushed and nodded her head. The two girls crawled back into the bed and snuggled into the comforter.

"So, what's up?" Areily said.

"Areily, um, how do you date a guy?" Harley asked timidly.

"Huh?" Areily cocked her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Like what's a girlfriend suppose to? I am supposed to bake him a cake? Make muffins? Cupcakes?" Harley said. Areily stifled a laugh and smiled. She knew that Harley had never dated anyone before. Back in America, Harley was too shy, insecure, or oblivious, to go out with a boy. Many had asked her out after her "metamorphosis" between middle school and high school, but Harley being Harley thought that it was some sort of a sick joke.

"You don't necessarily have to do any of that," Areily commented.

"What do you mean my Grandma said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," Harley responded.

"Well that's not the case with every guy," Areily said. "Listen, being girlfriend and boyfriend is just like being really, really good friends that happen to kiss and touch and stuff."

"That's it?" Harley wondered.

"Basically," Areily said. Harley smiled and hugged Areily. Areily returned it with a smile.

"Thanks, mermaid," Harley said.

"No problem, by the way what time is it," Areily said as she got up and stretched.

"About twelve thirty," Harley replied.

"HOLY SHIT," Areily exclaimed, unusually loud. She then ran out of the room while ripping her shirt off. Harley quickly followed behind her, following the trail of underwear on the floor.

"Areily, what the fuck just happened," Harley said as she entered the bathroom. Areily, who had forgotten to close the shower curtain, was brushing her teeth, washing her hair, and washing her body all at the same time. She spit out the toothpaste into the shower drain.

"I forgot that I have to go to Takashi's kendo tournament and it's at one fifteen and its nearly fifty miles away!" By the time Areily was done speaking, she had already finished rinsing and was drying off.

"Shit man, don't worry I'll drive you," Harley assured. "Go change I'll meet you down stairs in ten minutes." Areily nodded her head and ran off.

Ten minutes later, Harley was outside with her motorcycle. She was wearing grey sweatpants, sneakers and a white t-shirt. Her wet hair was now in a high ponytail with her glasses on. Her face was void of makeup.

Areily came running down, wearing a white sundress, flats, purse, and with makeup and her hair done.

"Bit dressed up?" Harley commented.

"I have to go out to dinner with his family afterwards," Areily stated. They saddled onto Harley's Davidson and both put on helmets. Areily's was had the Little Mermaid on it while Harley's had a pair of red lips on hers.

"Okay it's a fifty minute drive, and we have twenty five," Areily told her.

"No problem," Harley said as she revved up her engine. A second later, they drove off in the motorcycle. Harley must have been going over ninety miles an hour because Areily could feel the wind causing her cheeks to flap. She wrapped her arms tightly around Harley's waist. They ran stop signs and red lights and all that could be heard around them was car horns and people screaming at them. Harley's ponytail kept whipping her in her face, and she could feel her hair being blown all over the place. It was about twenty minutes later that Harley finally slowed down. Harley whipped the motorcycle around in multiple circles and finally stopped when they were perfectly parallel parked between two cars. They were placed right in front of the entrance.

Areily stumbled off the motorcycle, and vomited into a nearby garbage bin.

"Gum?" Harley offered. Areily smiled kindly and accepted the mint flavored stick. Harley pulled out her phone and checked the time.

"You have ten minutes left," Harley told her.

"Thanks," Areily pulled off her helmet. Harley gasped and her eyes widened.

"What? What's wrong?" Areily asked. From the top of her head to her chin, Areily's hair was slicked flat down to her head while everything from her chin and below was fluffed up and blown out. Areily looked at her reflection in the chrome plating of the motorcycle. She screamed.

"Okay, okay, don't freak, we can fix this!" Harley said and jumped up and out of her seat. Areily couldn't speak and kept on grabbing her head. Harley started to twist and work with her hair. A few minutes later, Areily hair was in a neat fishtail braid with her side bangs out. Areily checked her hair in her reflection again.

"It's good, thanks Harley," Areily said happily.

"You have three minutes left run," Harley said. Immediately, Areily went sprinting off to the kendo dojo.

"Good luck meeting the parents!" Harley yelled as Areily ran.

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Takashi scanned the bleachers from where he stood on his side of the matt. Parents and friends filled the stands as they supported their loved ones. He was looking for Areily, but he couldn't spot her blue hair. He was supposed to start in about a minute, but he couldn't find her. She promised she would show up. She was going to show up right?

Suddenly the main doors opened and Areily came running in. No one paid her any attention except for Takashi. He watched as she looking for a seat in the bleachers and went to it. She finally looked up and saw him. Smiling, Areily waved at him. Takashi smiled, and waved back. Now he could start.

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Harley sat at a little coffee shop a few miles from the kendo dojo. She sipped her mocha as she scanned a newspaper that she bought from a magazine stand nearby.

"I didn't know you were into foreign politics," A voice interrupted her reading. It was Kyoya, in his casual clothing.

"Didn't know you liked to stalk people," Harley commented, her eyes never leaving her paper.

"Only those who steal my wallet," Kyoya responded as he sat down across from her. Harley reluctantly pulled out his wallet from her sweatpants' pocket and handed it back to him. He took it back and put it into his own pocket.

"How did you find me," She asked as she stirred her coffee.

"GPS in the wallet," He replied. Harley laughed.

"That's fucking absurd," Harley told him.

"Like most of your antics," Kyoya inserted.

"Hahaha," She said sarcastically. Kyoya smirked. A waitress came by to them.

"So what can I get you?" She asked as she batted her eyelashes at Kyoya.

"Large black coffee, no sugar," he said without even looking at her. Harley couldn't help but smile at that.

"Can I also get a large chocolate muffin," Harley added. The waitress wrote that down and went away.

"What are you doing on the other side of town in the afternoon," Kyoya asked her.

"I had to drop Areily off at a Kendo dojo to watch Takashi's tournament," She replied.

"And you? Any plans for today?" He asked. The waitress came back and silently gave them the coffee and muffin.

"Nothing much," She said as she cut the muffin in half with a knife, and gave one half to Kyoya. He silently accepted it. "You?"

"Nothing," He responded before he took a small bite of the muffin.

"We should do something."

"Like what?"

"Why don't we ride around in my bike?" Harley asked. "You've never been on it right?"

"No, I haven't," Kyoya replied quietly. "And I plan not to." He took a sip of his coffee. Harley took a big bite out of her half of muffin.

"Oh! Come on!" She whined with her mouth full of muffin.

"Swallow first, then speak." Kyoya instructed her. Harley swallowed.

"That's what he said," Harley chuckled. Kyoya rolled his eyes.

"I swear you're a child," He told her. She gave him a smile.

"Come on, let me take you for a spin on my baby," Harley whined again.

"No," Kyoya replied firmly. Harley pouted and crossed her arms across her chest. He continued to drink his coffee, ignoring Harley. Harley started to look around the café. There was a lady sitting by the window, a pair of white men in business suit just entered, and there was a group older women sitting near the end of the shop.

"You promised that you would pay the child support this time!" Harley yelled suddenly. Everyone in the café turned to look at them.

"What the fuck are you doing," Kyoya seethed. Harley jumped out of her seat, throwing both their coffees on the floor.

"WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME?" Harley screamed. Kyoya went to grab her arm, but Harley jumped away farther.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME! AND DO EVER COME NEAR MY BABY EVER AGAIN!" Harley wailed, fake tears streaming down her face. Everyone in the café was looking at them now. One of the men were about to stand up and go to them. With that, Harley ran out of the café, leaving Kyoya by himself. He groaned and grabbed the bridge of his nose. This damn girl was going to be the death of him.

Kyoya left the café, after he placed some cash on their table. Once he was outside he checked his pockets. Both his phone and wallet were gone again. Groaning again, he walked past the street corner and to the café's parking lot. Harley sat there on the side of her black Harley-Davidson smirking with her arms crossed across her chest.

"I told you that I would get my way," She said as she handed him back his wallet and phone.

"How do I never notice when you pickpocket me?" Kyoya asked bitterly.

"Darling, I grew up on the streets of New York City with no money, my brother working sixteen hours a day at the docks, coming back with only enough money to pay the rent. It was either I steal from the pockets of the rich, or my brother and I would go starving. Every Friday after school, I would spend three hours just walking around Manhattan, pickpocketing people who were walking around with Gucci purses and Prada sunglasses. I would never take more than a few bills so that I would tip off anyone. I wouldn't come home until I had enough money to feed us for a week, " Harley explained looking a bit nostalgic. Kyoya features softened, and went to lean against the motorcycle besides her. "The weeks before Christmas and Thanksgiving, I would be out there every day for hours until I could afford to buy a turkey or get presents for David and the girls. No matter how many times they told me not to get them gifts, I would always feel bad because they would get me gifts you know?"

There was a small silence before Kyoya responded.

"I didn't know that money could be that big of an issue."

"That's because you've always had it," Harley told him. "Even if you don't like spending it, you still have it." She turned to look at him.

"You make a good point," Kyoya mumbled. He leaned down and kissed her. Harley melted like butter in a pan as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on her waist.

When they pulled apart, Harley went a reached around him. She opened the storage box that was attached to motorcycle. She pulled out two helmets: a The Little Mermaid one and a black one with a pair of red lips.

"Pick your poison," Harley smirked at him. Sighing, Kyoya eyed the helmets and reluctantly took the black one. Harley put on the mermaid one and straddled the front of the bike.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," He grumbled as he straddled the back.

"You better hold on," Harley warned. Kyoya wrapped his arms around her waist. This action had the front of his body pressed in to the back of her body. Harley felt her cheeks warm up. With that, she revved up the engine and went off.

Harley loved going fast. The best thing ever was feeling the wind lash at her cheeks. Sometimes she was even tempted to take off her helmet so that she could feel the wind through her hair, but she promised David never to take off her helmet. So when she ended going over seventy miles an hour, it was no big deal. She simply made sure to get onto the high way as soon as possible so that she couldn't create too much of a mess with her speed. However as soon as she went over fifty, Harley felt Kyoya hide his face in her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at the face that the great Kyoya Ootori was getting a bit car sick.

When Harley finally spotted the bike, she pulled up by the side of the road in the small shoulder. Kyoya quickly got off the motorcycle as if it would kill them and took off the helmet. His hair stuck up in odd angles and his cheeks were tinted green. Harley giggled at the sight.

"You're a fucking maniac," Kyoya growled at her. This caused Harley to howl with laughter. "You're crazy! Who gave you a license to drive that thing?!"

"No one," Harley replied.

"What? You never got a Japanese license for this thing?" He asked.

"Nope!" Harley popped the 'p.'

"Aren't you afraid of being pulled over?" He said.

"Nope!" There was another popping of the 'p.' "I go to fast for anyone to call the cops."

"How did you get that bike then?"

"Shipped it from the good old U. S of A, my friend. It was my dad's; the only thing I've ever liked about him." Harley patted the handle bars of the bike. "Good old baby." She took off her helmet and let her hair down.

"There's still a lot I don't quite know about you yet," Kyoya remarked. "And a lot of them seemed to be small yet personal details." Harley winked at him.

"I got to keep myself interesting," She told him. "Besides those small details are supposed to entice you to want to get to know me more." She smiled at him. The sun's light shone on her brown hair making her natural curls look almost auburn, and her green eyes were filled with laughter. Her white t-shirt lifted up a bit revealing a bit of her waist. Kyoya couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Someone's a bit confident," Kyoya mocked.

"What can I say? You're contagious," Harley replied. Kyoya chuckled. He gestured towards her to come towards him. She did, and he grabbed her hands. "Kyoya, can I ask you something?"

"Depends," Kyoya replied.

"Are we dating?" Harley asked him. She looked down a bit, like she was expecting him to reject her.

"I would think we are since I've kissed you a couple of times already and we've spent most of the day together," Kyoya responded as if the answer was obvious. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Harley found herself smiling once again that day.

"Just making sure," She said. "We better get back home, and I promise to drive slower." Harley handed him his helmet back. Kyoya accepted it, but rolled his eyes since he knew that was a lie. Yet he followed her back anyway to her damn bike and wrapped his arms around her waist once again and hoped to god that they would survive the ride.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter! It was more of a filler but I saw in the review that most of you wanted something fluffy since the last few chapters were a very plot filled and what not. Please remember to review! By the way the whole I'll write you an oneshot based on this fanfic thing is still going on. Just go back to my last author's note on the last chapter for the info.

BUT A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THE USER ElegantLove WHO MADE FREAKING FAN ART FOR THIS FIC! THANK YOU SO MUCH MY DEAR!

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