A/N Last chapter! It's a bit shorter than the recent ones, but oh well. By the way, the last thought (the one in italics at the end) – you decide whose thought it is xD Thanks for the support -- let me know what you thought of this story, please, and enjoy!
"Haru-chan, Haru-chan, the pumpkin pie is yummy! Have some, have some!"
"Mitsukuni. That's enough sugar for you."
They had just finished Christmas dinner, a feast fit for at least 20 people, and were having dessert. They had spent the afternoon having a snowball fight of epic proportions, followed by lots of cozy hot showers. Before they sat down to eat, everyone had called their families to wish them Merry Christmas. So basically, Haruhi and Tamaki hadn't had a chance to talk yet. Dinner was warm and friendly, the entire cabin filled with holiday spirit. But every so often, Tamaki noticed that Haruhi kept giving him quick looks of – what was it? Admiration? There was certainly a hint of shyness in her brown eyes, but they were overpowered by something else. Though he couldn't quite place the emotion, he could understand it's general meaning through the gentle smile that danced on her lips.
He didn't want to say anything with everyone at the table, besides, he still didn't know what to say. The card seemed to cover everything except those three stupid words he just couldn't bring himself to write. His hand had been shaking furiously even when he penned "Love" at the end, and that was just a formality. How could he say it out loud, even though the words were exploding at her from inside his head? So for now, he just joked and laughed along with everyone else. Coward, he scolded himself.
"Whoa, look at the time, it's almost midnight! No wonder Hunny's falling asleep!" Kyouya sprang up from the couch where they had been talking for hours.. "The limo comes to pick us up at noon tomorrow, and we're going to have to pack. We'd better turn in for the night." Dammit. Has he missed his chance? Kyouya had delayed pointing out the time for quite a while, hoping Tamaki would ask to speak to Haruhi alone. However, they really needed their sleep, and he couldn't avoid it any longer. Soon the cabin was filled with tired bodies dragging themselves to their respective rooms to the tune of sleepy good night's and merry Christmas again's.
Within minutes, the length of the day had gotten to everyone. Hikaru and Kaoru's limbs were entwined in a slumbering mass, Hunny curled next to Mori in his bunny footsie pajamas, and even Kyouya had drifted off the second his coal-colored tresses grazed the satin pillow. Well, almost everyone.
Haruhi couldn't sleep. She lay in bed, almost swallowed by the heaps of blanket, clutching Tamaki's card. She read it so many times in disbelief that she had almost memorized it. How on earth was she supposed to react to this? Haruhi heaved a sigh and rolled over, trying to sleep. She had just closed her eyes when – she heard it. The sound was so tender, so quiet, that it only barely floated up the stairs to her bedroom. It was a steady and soft melody. Sad, almost mournful, which was what made it somehow so magnificently beautiful. Bittersweet… the word wafted through Haruhi's consciousness like a melting dream. It was the most peaceful music she had ever heard. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, yet she could feel her mouth twisting uncontrollably into a small smile. It was the sound of a piano. But not just any sound. This was…haunting, spell-binding, hypnotic…
She pushed the covers off slowly, and walked towards the door, opening it without even thinking. In a trance-like state, Haruhi floated down the staircase. When she reached the bottom, the thought occurred to her that she had no idea where she was going. She needn't worry, though, her feet were one step ahead of her. They automatically were drawn to the enchanting, otherworldly song. The strains of music grew stronger as Haruhi's feet – or at this point, she felt, her heart – led her down a passageway she hadn't yet ventured. At the end of the corridor, she saw a large mahogany door. She was nearly drunk on the intoxicating notes…there, she had turned the handle and pushed open the door.
And there he was. He hadn't changed out of his blue dinner tuxedo. His eyes were pressed shut. He hadn't heard the door open. All his emotions poured into his fingertips as they flew across the keys. Haruhi wanted to say something; she knew she would have to at some point after all, but she just couldn't bring herself to interrupt him. She just stood, mesmerized. No longer was it just the music that kept her hypnotized, but…the sheer intensity that seemed to radiate from Tamaki seemed to create a force field that no mortal could ever resist. His brows furrowed in concentration, his hair glowing in the moonlight from the window as he moved his head in time with the music, his arm muscles flexing as they worked furiously yet effortlessly…she couldn't take her eyes off him. Nor could she keep her mouth closed any longer.
"Ooh…" she let out a small gasp. Tamaki's eyes fluttered open. He caught sight of her.
"Oh! Haruhi!" he exclaimed, standing. "I didn't hear you come in!"
"That was…" Haruhi was speechless. "I never knew you…"
"Oh…Did you get my card? I hope it didn't scare you, I mean, I hope I didn't scare you, I- I-" He had no idea what to do. She was walking closer with an odd look in her eye, the same one she had when she was looking at him at dinner earlier. What was she even doing here? "Did my playing wake you? I'm so sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't--"
The next thing he knew was her hand in his hair and her lips on his. His eyes widened in shock for a moment, and then he pulled back and looked at her. He smiled at her wide shining eyes, that genuine smile again, and kissed her back. Her small arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. He encircled her slender waist and kissed her with new passion…he was happier than he could ever remember. He would have laughed out loud if his mouth wasn't so delightfully occupied. Kyouya, however, who had woken up as Haruhi passed and followed her, did indeed laugh out loud from just outside the door. Tamaki and Haruhi were lost in their own world, and didn't hear him…
"Merry Christmas, senpai," she whispered into his ear.
"I love you."
She beamed at him.
"I love you too."
I finally said it!
And they kissed again…