Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club in any shape or form! OHSHC belongs to the amazing Hatori Bisco. Nor do I own the song "Wedding Dress"by Taeyang.

Once Kaoru closed the door behind her, Haruhi made sure her strapless slip was securely in place before she let the oversized dress fall to the floor. She didn't want to add accidentally flashing Kaoru to her growing list of problems today. Looking over the mass of expensive material now pooled on the floor, Kaoru gave a sigh of disgust before picking it up after Haruhi had stepped out of it and having opened the door, tossed the pastry of a dress to his brother, exclaiming. "Send it back or burn it."

Making herself comfortable on the overstuffed stool in front of the vanity, Haruhi watched Kaoru through the mirror as he gently shook out the massive skirt of her new dress. Suddenly she turned toward the youngest twin, a thought coming to her. "Wait. How did Kyoya know to get me the new dress?" Kaoru, knowing full well of Kyoya's feelings and Haruhi's ignorance, chuckled quietly. "Haruhi, he knows Tamaki and the problems he unwittingly causes. Though, if you ask me.. He's done it more for you. Now, please get over here so I can lace you up."

You never knew how I felt about you

And I hated you so

Sometimes I wished you would be unhappy

Haruhi breathed in deeply and tried to ignore the urge to shudder as she moved across the room. She suddenly felt like the bottom dropped out of her stomach as a wave of nausea came over her. The dress looked horrible even in the correct size but, it was only a dress. Material things shouldn't matter. This was her wedding day, a time to celebrate the joining of lives, more specifically she and Tamaki, not to worry about what you looked like. Right?

Now I have no more

T~t~ tears left to cry

Watching as Haruhi stopped in her tracks looking slightly ill, Kaoru opened the door separating the two rooms and called to his twin. "Hikaru, I think I'm going to need your help in here…" Hearing the urgency in his brother's voice Hikaru set down the box he'd just been handed, not bothering to look in it before moving to the door. "Kaoru, really? It's just a extremely poofy, overly expensive dress.." Peeking his head through the door, Hikaru realized why his brother had called him over. Haruhi stood in the middle of the room staring at her wedding dress with a sickly, scared look on her face. Hikaru stepped into the room leaving the door open behind him as he made his way to Haruhi, who looked like she was about to burst into tears. "I know the dress is awful Haruhi but please don't cry.." Moving up next to his brother Kaoru continued, "..We could remove some of those roses if you want. It's easy, we'll just need a seam ripper."

when I'm alone, I talk to myself as if you're here

I felt so restless every night

Kyoya had always prided himself in having all the answers but now as he paced the length of the room listening to the twins trying to soothe Haruhi, he found he had no answers to his current feelings. How were you supposed to act when the love of your life stood crying in the next room on her wedding day to your best friend? Do you feel pain at her pain or do you feel happiness and hope? Kyoya continued to pace the room restlessly as he listened to Haruhi trying to answer Hikaru and Kaoru through her tears. "Thanks you guys, really.. But this is what Tamaki wants for his big extravagant wedding and well.. A wedding should be about more than a dress." He could hear her voice breaking and even as she struggled to find the words to continue, he found his heart breaking just imagining the look on her beautiful face.

Maybe I've known all along

That this would happen

Kyoya had lost himself in thought by the time Haruhi emerged from the other room, having left her Men of Honor to get dressed themselves. Haruhi now dry of her tears, came up behind the Best Man and throwing her arms around his shoulders, hugged him and briefly wondered why she felt him suddenly tense up. Did she startle him? " Thank you Kyoya, for the dress and letting us use your home and garden. I still don't know how I got Tamaki to let go of that chapel idea.."

I close my eyes

And dream an endless dream

He had known the second she had returned to the room even before she spoke. Lost in thought or not, Kyoya would know her presence anywhere. From the gentle shuffle of her footsteps to the subtle scent of her strawberry shampoo. Briefly he allowed his mind to wander to a different scenario. If he had stood up to Tamaki all those years ago in the host club and told him his own feelings for Haruhi, would they be here now? He wanted to believe that if he had, he'd be the man standing at that alter today instead of his best friend. As guilty as the thought made him feel, he couldn't help but wish it were so. Kyoya received a shock though, when her slim arms wrapped around his shoulders and she hugged him from behind. He wanted nothing more than to return the hug, and if he was honest, wanted to do more than that, but he couldn't. Not now. Instead he took a step away from her, carefully picking up the box on the table where Hikaru had left it. Turning around slowly, he gently pressed the box into her hands.

Please leave him and come to me

Baby

(Baby)

Kyoya watched as the petite brunette carefully pulled the lid from the simple, yet beautifully decorated box. If she had chosen that moment to look up she would have caught the rare, tender smile lingering on his face. "I had them made special for you, as a gift."

Haruhi took one look in the box and found herself struggling anew, to keep the tears from overflowing once more. Inside sat the most beautiful pair of handmade, beaded, ivory lace ballet slippers with silk ribbon laces. Looking closer she could see the floral pattern made with the lace overlay and how each flower had a tiny seed pearl sewn into it's center. "Are those pearls and crystals? The beading alone must have taken forever.. Ky- Kyoya, I can not except these, they are far too expensive." Even as Haruhi claimed she couldn't accept his gift, Kyoya watched as she subconsciously held the box to her chest.

Worried she might dissolve into tears at any moment, Kyoya replied with the only thing he could think of that was sure to stem the flow of tears, playful threats and sarcasm. "I could add this to your debt, but I think it would be best to make this part of your wedding present since you probably couldn't make it five steps in the shoes 'daddy' got for you. At least this time if you wanted to run, you have a passport and decent shoes

Don't hold his hand when he comes to you

Looking up at the raven haired man standing in front of her, Haruhi couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her face, even as the tears threatened to fall. There was comfort in knowing that Kyoya, despite all the years of friendship, was still the same man he'd always been. Kyoya found himself gently cupping her cheek, wiping away a stray tear from her eye. How I would love, he thought as he did so, to make you happy, especially since this should be the happiest day of your life.

Kyoya was beyond surprised when in stead of running at his touch, Haruhi continued to watch him with her beautiful doe eyes. Did he dare admit that he thought he saw hope in her eyes? Without thought to the consequences his actions would have, Kyoya found himself leaning in to kiss her when he suddenly heard noises. Brought back to his senses, the best man looked over the petite brunette's shoulder to find Hikaru and Kaoru climbing over themselves, to see what was happening through the partially open door.

Cause you should be my lady

(Lady)

As soon as Haruhi left the room, Hikaru and Kaoru took turns eavesdropping at the door as they dressed. Hikaru was just putting one of his shoes on when Kaoru in an excited whisper as he fixed his tie, "Hikaru! What's in the box? Kyoya just handed her a box and now she's close to tears again." Hopping over on one foot, still tying one of his shoes, Hikaru peeked through the doorway with Kaoru. "They're shoes for Haruhi. You saw the ones Tono got her. She couldn't even walk in them..." His voice trailed off as he caught sight of the Shadow King's vest as he turned to leave. "Kaoru, didn't Kyoya have a black magic rose for his boutonniere?" Looking up from fixing his cuff links, Kaoru replied. " Yes, he ordered the boutonnieres himself. Why?" Standing up from his crouched position Hikaru turned to his twin, perplexed. " Now it's white."

Author's Note: What's happened to Kyoya's boutonniere?! I apologize for the long wait. I had some difficulties with my laptop and it ended up having to be worked on. I hope you all are still with me and that you've enjoyed! Please feel welcome to review! I always love hearing from you.