A/N: Hi everyone! This is my FIRST story, so I'm not really sure what you guys will think of it. This is the first story I've ever put a lot of hard-work and dedication into, so hopefully it'll be decent. I also apologize greatly if you think the characters seem too OOC. I haven't read Ouran in a while, so please bare with me.

This is just a little something I wanted to make with TamaHaru since they are my second favorite anime couple behind Ren and Kyoko from Skip Beat! The reason why I didn't make a story about Ren and Kyoko instead was because I didn't have any ideas. But if any of you like my writing and have any suggestions for those two then I'll try to work on it.

And if anyone is kind enough to review, please tell me how I did. I swear, when I get my first review I'll be crying tears of joy!

Um, with all that said, let's get right into the story, shall we? *nervous*

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Koukou Host Club. The rights belong to Bisco Hatori. (I LOVE her!)

Je t'aime, Haruhi

"Ugh," an irritated Haruhi groaned aloud, "I just don't understand any of this!"

Throwing her hands in the air, Haruhi sighed loudly, catching the attention of a certain blonde host.

"H-Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, approaching her and tapping her shoulder. "Are you alright?" His heart was beating wildly just even approaching Haruhi. He had recently come to terms with his true feelings for the brunette, and being around her made his palms sweat with nervousness.

"Huh?" she said, facing a concerned Tamaki. "Oh," she said, "sorry, Tamaki-senpai. I hadn't realized that I bothered you," she said sheepishly.

"Ah, um, that's alright," Tamaki said, "Is there anything I can help you with? You said you didn't understand something, am I correct?" he asked, unsure.

Yeah, Haruhi grumbled in her mind, I don't understand any of these damn French words and sentences. "Yeah, I don't understand some of these French words here," she gestured to the sheet of paper resting in front of her, "but don't worry, I'll figure it out somehow."

French? Tamaki thought, I might be able to help her with some words she's having trouble with. I am half French after all. Feeling absolute glee of being able to help his dear Haruhi, Tamaki grinned happily and tapped her shoulder again. "Haruhi?"

Ugh. Dropping her pencil on the table, Haruhi turned to face the blonde host, "Yes, Tamaki-senpai?" she replied.

Feeling his heart beating wildly again, he swallowed the lump in his throat, and asked, "U-Um… I'm not doing anything right now, since the Host Club is closing up, so maybe I could help you with those French words you're having a hard time with, if you'd like? I'm actually half-French if you didn't know that already," he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Oh yeah! I completely forgot about him being half French! Haruhi thought, I don't really want to bother Tamaki-senpai, but he did say that he wasn't doing anything at the moment. Oh well, why not? "Okay," she said.

Tamaki's eyes widened slightly, and he squealed with excitement as he took a seat next to her. "Okay, so what do you need help with, my princess?" he said, flashing her a dazzling smile.

As Haruhi looked at his smile, she could feel her heartbeat speeding up a bit. What the heck? she asked herself, confused. Though, she just decided to shrug off the feeling.

"Alright, so which ones do you need help with?" he asked, looking over the sheet. There were ten words and ten sentences. Some were complex, and some were not. He soon chuckled lightly, realizing she had only answered three questions out of the twenty. The three she answered were the easiest words on the sheet.

"What?" she asked, annoyed at the fact that he was most likely laughing at her.

"Nothing," he smiled, which made her heart speed up again. "It's just that…" he paused, "you haven't been paying much attention in class, have you, princess?" he chuckled heartily again.

Ignoring the word 'princess', she grumbled in annoyance, "It was those stupid stray dogs that kept on barking all those nights. I could never get one minute of sleep! So I slept through class most of the time." I can't believe I fell asleep in class!

"Don't worry, Haruhi! I'll get you back on track in no time!" Tamaki said, cheerfully giving her two thumbs up.

Haruhi just rolled her eyes at his flamboyance and got back to work, feeling just the tiniest bit better for some reason.


"So what does j'aimerai bien visiter la France un jour mean?" A cheerful Tamaki asked, after about 25 minutes of teaching Haruhi how to pronounce and understand some French words and sentences.

"Um, let's see… it means… I'd like to visit France one day. Right?" Haruhi replied. She was feeling confident about her new knowledge about France. She was thankful that Tamaki understood that she had to take it a bit basic at the beginning, so he went at a steady pace for her. Soon, they both were getting into it. Tamaki had even told her about his mother and all the amazing things he saw back in France when he lived there. Haruhi was certainly getting to know her senpai better.

"Yes!" he exclaimed proudly. "Exactly! You're a fast learner, Haruhi!" he smiled as he ruffled her hair. He froze as she tensed up and Tamaki realized that he was ruffling his Haruhi's soft hair. He slowly extracted his hand and studied her face nervously, awaiting her reaction.

"…Tamaki-senpai? What's wrong? Aren't you gonna go on to the next sentence?" Haruhi asked.

He mentally blew a sigh of relief. It seemed that she didn't mind him ruffling her hair a bit. He smiled.

"Of course, princess! Hmm, is this the last one? Wonderful! After this, would you like to go out and eat out at this exquisite French restaurant with me? Maybe we could try frog legs! The people back in France love them! Though, I never had the guts to eat any," he rambled on and on.

"I don't think I'd be able to afford anything at any restaurant you eat at, Tamaki-senpai," she said, cutting him off. She also didn't feel comfortable eating at a big fancy restaurant. She was used to much more simple restaurants. She didn't have any fitting clothes for that, anyway.

"It's fine, Haruhi! Isn't it normal for a father to spoil his lovely daughter?" After he said that, he sweat-dropped, realizing he addressed himself as a 'daddy' to her once again.

"I'm not your daughter!" she yelled, irritated. When was he going to get that into his flamboyant head of his?

"O-oh. Right. Sorry," he said apologetically, his violet eyes turning a bit sad and he felt as though he was being scolded by a parent.

Haruhi's eyes widened, looking at her senpai as if he had grown a second head. Did he just apologize for calling her his daughter? He never did that! She suddenly started to feel bad, and turned towards the worksheet again. "I-it's alright. I just got a bit annoyed because you would always say that I was your daughter. Just… don't do it again, alright?" she said softly.

Tamaki's eyes suddenly become full of cheerfulness again, and he smiled widely. "I promise!" he yipped.

Haruhi smiled a bit and got back to the last sentence again. "Hmm, I'm not really sure what this is, actually. What is it?" she said, pointing to the words.

Tamaki looked down at the paper and his eyes widened at the size of dinner plates.

20. What does je t'aime mean?

It was a small, simple sentence indeed, but to Tamaki, it meant so much more. Especially when the girl he loved was sitting right next to him. "U-Uh… um… It… um… means…" he swallowed, suddenly losing his voice.

"Tamaki-senpai?" she asked, a little concerned. What happened to him? Is there something wrong with this sentence? "Tamaki-senpai, are you okay?"

"Umm…." Suddenly, to Tamaki, the room felt very uncomfortable and tight. He knew he could just tell her what it meant, and her, being the dense girl she was, would think nothing of it. But it suddenly just felt like this was the right time to bare his heart out to the girl he knew he loved for a long time, yet he was unsure of the feelings she had for him.

I… I don't know what I should do… WAHHH! Kyouya! Save me! Tamaki tried to use telepathy to contact the mother of the Host Club, but it didn't seem to work. So, afraid of rejection, he did the seemingly most logical thing. Finally finding the ability to speak, he opened his mouth to answer.

"It means… I love you."



"Oh, really? Wow, I never would of guessed." Haruhi said, writing the answer down on the paper. She grinned with triumph as she realized she finished the worksheet. "Thanks, Tamaki-senpai! I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here to help!" she said, cleaning up her things and standing up.

Tamaki, on the other hand, was frozen in place, feeling as though a bunch of needles were poking every inch of his body. He frowned, a bit disappointed. I kind of saw that coming, knowing her, but… he sighed, giving up. He decided to just bask in the glory that they had finally gotten the worksheet over with, and helped her clean up.


BlazinChen: So? How did you guys like the first chapter? I bet you guys are cursing Haruhi right now for being so dense *grin* But don't worry! There more to come!

And you guys know what? I actually intended for this to be a one-shot, but after like…the seventh to the last paragraph, I decided that I wanted this to go on a bit longer, seeing as how this is my first story, so I wanted it to be a bit more memorable.

I don't know when I'll find the time to update, but no doubt I WILL finish this, trust me on that! I might only make this story two chapters long, or maybe three. I'm not sure. I actually had never intended to write a story on fanfiction, but I was just so bored when I was checking to see if this Skip Beat! story I really like updated, that I just went, "You know what? I'm just gonna suck up and write the damn story! *victory pump*" So hopefully you like it! I feel kind of proud of this one, so I might write more! Unless I get bad reviews for this *shiver* Anyway… matta ne!