Tamaki was leaning against his arm, which was rested on the window pane, and he watched the rain outside. He was still wearing the light green suit, since he had been too worried to change. He glanced over toward the door to see who had come into his room.
When he saw it was Haruhi, he whirled around, and his face flushed a deep red when he saw her in the red halter dress.
"Haruhi!" he ran over to her, and practically threw himself at her, tightly hugging her. "You look so cute!!" he squealed happily spinning with her in his arms.
Haruhi groaned. Okay, so he's not mad at me. "Senpai, let go of me."
Tamaki jumped away, blushed with embarrassment. "Oh, right. Sorry."
Haruhi blushed back, but had no idea why.
"Hey, listen, Senpai. I just came in here to thank you for looking after me back in France. I really appreciate it." Haruhi nodded, and turned and started for the door.
"You were crying."
"When I found you on the ground, there were tears in your eyes. And then on the plane, you woke up for a moment, and told me you were sorry. You were crying then, too." Tamaki walked over and placed a hand on Haruhi's cheek. "But why?"
Flames seemed to flow to Haruhi's face. She subconsciously stepped backwards, causing her bag leg to buckle beneath her, making her fall over. Instantly, she found herself being lifted up, and was carried over to the giant bed in the room.
When Tamaki placed her on the bed, he sat next to her. "Haruhi, please tell me why you were crying. It's practically killing me that I don't know." He looked at her, gently brushing her hair out of her face, his violet eyes desperate.
Haruhi looked at him, her heart skipping beats at the touch. "Umm, well…" she started. "When I fell out of the building, and you couldn't catch me, you were wearing an expression that was very painful to look at for me. You see, my father wore that expression when Mom died. I could feel myself starting to cry every time I saw him. He had just lost someone who loved him very much. And when I saw you with that same expression, I thought I was going to die. I felt like I was my mother, about to leave the man she loved."
"Oh, I see." Tamaki nodded. A silence fell over the room, until they both realized it a few minutes later.
"You love me?!" Tamaki jumped up.
"I never said that, Senpai!!"
"But you did! Just now! You just said you felt like your mom, leaving the person she loved! Does this mean you love me?"
"No! Uh, I mean…Aww, damnit, I don't know!" Haruhi shouted, frustrated.
Another silence fell over the room. Both just watched each other, but were completely lost in their own thoughts.
Is it true?
Do I love him?
Does she love me?
If I do love him, does he feel the same way?
Do I love her?
Wait a minute…
"When would it have started?" they said aloud.
Yet another silence filled the air, but shorter than the others. "Well, umm." Haruhi twirled her fingers. "I might've started loving you on my first day, when you helped me find my wallet…"
"And I could've started loving you when you looked really adorable in the Ouran female uniform…" Tamaki rubbed the back of his head.
"Or maybe, it was when you comforted me when you found out my fear of thunder…"
"And it could have possible been when I started thinking of you as my daughter…"
"Because you're always so selfless, even though you don't seem like it…"
"You're always s so independent, something I really admired about you…"
"It could've started to show through at the Ouran Fair," they finished simultaneously.
Both blinked. It turns out both were slightly blushing at the memories of one another. "We really could be in love with each other," Haruhi said.
Tamaki nodded. "You know, I didn't want to marry Éclair, mostly because I thought about you."
Haruhi turned pink. "And I put myself in all that danger because I didn't want you to marry her and leave me."
"So, does this mean I love you, Haruhi?"
"I don't know, Senpai."
They thought for a moment, and finally, Tamaki shrugged. "There is a way to find out."
He leaned over Haruhi, placing his hands on her cheeks. Slowly, Tamaki leaned in and kissed her.
The world melted around them. Nothing and nobody was there, only them. Haruhi felt all the pain just drift away, and both felt extremely dizzy. What seemed like forever thought it was only a few moments, they pulled apart.
The faces mirrored each other, flushed red and wide-eyed. "Wow," they breathed.
The answer was there. "Haruhi…I love you."
"I love you, too…Tamaki."
Tamaki's eyes widened at the sound of his name. But a smile spread across his face, and one did across Haruhi's as well, and they kissed again, Haruhi wrapping is arms around his neck, and Tamaki around her waist.
A noise interrupted them. Tamaki's phone was vibrating on the table beside the bed.
Tamaki groaned and reluctantly broke away from Haruhi. He flipped open the cell phone and hit the speaker button. "Hello?"
"Hey, moron. Glad to hear you're back in Japan."
"Kyouya!" Tamaki exclaimed.
"Hey, is Haruhi with you? How is she?"
Tamaki glanced over at Haruhi. "Yes, she's with me. And everything about her is absolutely perfect." He winked at her, making her blush.
"Not the greatest thing you've ever said, Tamaki."
"You see, my phone is on speaker right now, and I happen to have Haruhi's f-"
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN 'EVERYTHING ABOUT HER IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT'??!! I COME HOME TO A NOTE THAT SAYS MY DAUGHTER WENT TO THE OOTORI HOUSE, BUT WHEN I GET THERE, IT TURNS OUT SHE WENT TO FRANCE TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS??!! IF THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH HER WHEN I SEE HER AGAIN, YOU CAN BET THAT I'M GOING TO FRICKEN KILL YOU!! DO YOU HEAR ME, SUOH??????!!!!!!"
A beeping noise signaled that Haruhi's dad, Ranka, had hung up the phone. Tamaki slowly turned towards Haruhi, looking over her many bandages, terror, fear, and shock in his eyes
Haruhi bit her lip. "Maybe marrying the evil control freak might have been the safest move?"
I like this fic. It combines some of my favorite things; stupidity, anime physics, and cliffhangers. ^.^
Thanks for reading!