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Here's how I play, here's where you stand
Here's what to prove to get any further than where it's been
I'll make it clear, not gonna tell you twice
Take it slow, you keep pushing me
You're pushing me away
Pushing me away...

Haruhi had never felt so angry in all her life. She needed to get away before she said or done anything she might later regret. She needed to walk out her anger. Tamaki always was the main source of her problems, but she would normally ignore him. This time, he went too far. She sat down by the fountain glaring into the clear water. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. It was rare that she ever became angry; frustrated and annoyed, yes but anger was a rare mood for her.

'Why am I here? I should be getting to the supermarket before their fish go off sale.' Feeling herself coming more under her control, she slowly stood up. Turning around, she faced the last person she wanted to see at the moment and her almost quenched anger roared to life once more. She tried to walk pass him but he grabbed her arm in a gentle hold.

"Haruhi, we should talk."

"Yes, we should talk but not now." She tried to pull away but he kept his grip on her.

"Why are you so upset? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Haruhi shot him an incredulous look, "What I wanted? What made you think I wanted that?"

"Because of what you said previously, you were begging for me to make our relationship known to everyone. It was the idea that the school thought you to be a boy that held you back. I see that it isn't just the social status but you were concerned about how the students would perceive us. The son of the chairman of Ouran Academy would be frowned upon if they thought two boys were dating.' Tamaki's hand slid down Haruhi's arm to her hand, "But we can tell them the truth without fear. Nothing to hold back and we can be a couple."

Haruhi couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did Tamaki not hear a word she said in the room? "Tamaki-sempai, I don't think you heard what I said. I said nothing about what you just spouted. Do you even know what love is? I doubt you do because if you did, you wouldn't be acting this way. You're acting like a spoiled kid; my heart is not for sale.'

"So far, all I have seen is you running around trying to woo me and forcing me to wear certain clothing for your benefit. Yes, I am a girl, but I am me. The entire time we've known each other, you have done nothing but force your ideals of what a girl should be and act like. I believe the reason you're fond of me is because I'm different from the girls you host, yet you try to change me into one of them. If you love me like you say you do, you would accept me for who I am instead of trying to make me be one of your ideal girls.' Tamaki was about to interrupt, but Haruhi held her hand over his mouth, "I need you to listen to what I have to say for once.' She dropped her hand.

"You're forcing your feeling on me without regard to how I might feel. I'm not saying this to be cruel, but I do not feel that way towards you. Yes, I like you, but I like you as I like the rest of the host members. Romance is a far away concept for me at this moment; my career is my top priority. Love is possible, but right now, I am not interested. I may not know much about love, but I believe that if you truly love someone, patience and understand plays a key role. Considering the feelings of the one you love but from what I've seen from you, your type of love is misconstrued into some type of fantasy love you built inside your head. As I have said before, the host club seems pointless when it is what's on the inside that counts. Being a host and trying to win the love of someone you love plays on two completely different fields. You spout a lot of advice toward your customers concerning the subject, but you should first listen and take your own advice before you begin preaching."

Tamaki was too shocked to move or say anything. Haruhi knew she was being extremely blunt, but Tamaki wasn't the type who understood clues easily. "I appreciate your feelings, but if you keep pushing them onto me I'm going to eventually resent you. You're smothering me too much that I'm suffocating. I think it might be best if I take some time off from club so the both of us can have some breathing room. Maybe you'll have a clearer mind." She glanced at her watch seeing the time.

She left praying she wasn't too late for the sale while Tamaki remained a statue. A few birds landed on him, but he was too busy recycling everything Haruhi said. "What's wrong, Tamaki?" Kyoya arrived in his usual calm self.

"You heard?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes, and I agree." Tamaki turned betrayed eyes toward Kyoya, but the silent man kept his unwavering eyes on the host president.

"I didn't realize I was causing her so much grief."

"You truly are an idiot." Tamaki nodded with a weak grin on his face.


Haruhi headed toward her home holding two bags full of items for sale at the local grocery. Narrowing in on her house, she spotted a Royce in front of her apartment. She released a sigh as she spotted blonde and black. "Haru-chan!" A small boy jumped up and down while waving in front of the building. His silent companion patiently waited next to the energetic boy while he watched the brown-haired girl.

"What are you doing here?" She inquired curiously. As normal as it was for the host club to invade on her privacy, they never visited her separately. Hunny took her hand while take a bag while Mori took the other bag.

"I think we should talk." Hunny smiled gently at the extremely oblivious girl, who had somehow managed to capture everyone's hearts easily.

Confused, Haruhi knew that arguing would be pointless, "All right." She had a distinct feeling what the topic of discussion would be. They walked up the stairs before disappearing into the apartment.

AN: Well, here is the fourth chapter. Ten reviews.