Seven days.

Seven chaotic, crazy, confusing days.

The bad thing is, they were because of him, but the worst part was that if he could have been here, if she could have just touched his face, taken in the fragrance of his cologne, ran her hands through his hair just one more time, maybe she wouldn't have taken any mind to this.

Taken mind to the fact that he left.

Haruhi sat there staring at her phone. There had been no messages ever since he left on his trip seven days ago, and it was killing Haruhi on the inside, she wasn't just gonna drop her life and interrupt on her friends' instead to talk about it, but at this point it was getting out of hand.

It was December sixteenth, their three year anniversary of getting together and Tamaki had disappeared off the face of the earth, without a text, a call, not a single sign.

Haruhi walked around the house they shared. Tamaki, in an attempt to make sure Haruhi was as comfortable as possible, bought a normal sized house with her on their second anniversary.

No fancy mansion.

No extravagant three story condo.

Just a normal 4 bed roomed house.

Of course that didn't mean that he would have gotten rid of any help to take care of it; even though Haruhi had made it a habit to remind him that she grew up cleaning and cooking and most definitely didn't need help with the space, he had insisted using his bright blue puppy dog eyes that Haruhi had grown so fond of. She always said that he only regret was becoming soft to his crazy antics because she found it hard to tell him no when he pulled those bad boys out.

A sudden pain hit her in the heart as she remembered him. His soft, blonde hair, the way it flowed when he ran his hand through it. His bright sapphire eyes twinkling whenever the light hits him. The thing that hurt the most though, was his heart.


"I told you to stop calling me that!"

"I'm sorry, Haru-cutie."

"Tamaki, it's almost like you want me to stop talking to you."

"No Haruhi! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Fine, I accept your apology, just let go of me, okay?"

"You know I love you, right Haruhi?"

"I would think so."

"You love me too, right?"

"I'm still standing here, aren't I?"

"You're so mean to me, Haruhi! Why can't you just say 'yes, my king. Your mere beauty is enough to make me love you to the moon and back!'"

"Because then I would be nice to you and I can't afford that, quite literally in fact."

"I love you too, Haruhi."

Haruhi transversed to the nearest book shelf and pulled out a giant pink polka-dotted binder which Tamaki had taken a black sharpie and written 'Our Life Together!' in very neat, but large cursive on the front of. Underneath it, Haruhi had stuck her right hand in pink paint, while Tamaki had put his left hand in blue and put their hand prints on it. There was still enough room underneath for the exact number of children Tamaki had planned on having: Three. All girls preferably but, like any good future father, he had mentioned that no matter what, he would love his children and have no partials.

Slowly and gently Haruhi opened it up. On each page there was a caption, and for the first couple pages, there were pictures to match, but as soon as it reached 'Our Engagement Day', the pictures had stopped. She never understood why he would make this giant photo album explaining their entire future, yet not have proposed after three years, her best guess was that it was just a Tamaki thing.

As she was flipping through the pages, there was a loud banging on the door and soon after a yell from her maid, Mitsuki. Mitsuki was a short young girl of about 21 with long brown hair and stormy gray eyes who was trying to earn money to go to Ouran University. When Tamaki had caught wind of this, he offered her the job immediately in exchange for her admission. In short, Haruhi liked Mitsuki a lot, she was a tad bit clumsy, but she was smart, and most importantly, she didn't put up with Tamaki's antics either.

"Mistress Haruhi! It's masters Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori and Hunny!"

Haruhi took a deep breath and did her best to put a smile on her face as she made her way to the foyer where all the former hosts were standing.

"Haru-chan! We haven't seen you in forever!" Hunny exclaimed as he gave her a quick hug and put his jacket on the wooden bench that was placed next to the door way.

"Yea, Haruhi," Hikaru started as he tried to wipe the snow off of his jacket, causing the frozen ice to fall on the ground. For a few seconds the ice just stayed there, frozen in time with it's crystallized perfection, but soon it melted, a brief and painful reminder to Haruhi that all good things eventually come to an end. Mitsuki left for a moment and came back with a towel to clean it up, though when Hikaru saw her bend down, he quickly realized his carelessness and took the towel from her. The sudden hand contact caught Mitsuki off guard and she almost managed to lose her balance.

"Where have you been for the past week? Is milord keeping you busy?" Kaoru chorused with a wink, but his smile was quickly taken from his face as the small brunette shook her head.

"Well then, what's keeping you locked up inside this house the entire time?" The firetruck red heads demanded from her. Haruhi noticed Kyoya's look of concern, he didn't have his usual smirk on his face, does that mean that even he doesn't know where Tamaki is?

"He hasn't... returned yet." She replied, curling her tiny hands into fists as she remembered that that there hasn't been a phone call or anything to even give her a hint as to where he was.

"What?" Everyone questioned in unison, even Mori had opened his mouth long enough to express his confusion.

"But he was supposed to be back four days ago!" Hikaru went on. Haruhi shook her head.

"I don't know what happened to him." She answered quietly. "It's almost as if he disappeared off of the face of the earth."

"So you've just been sitting here by yourself, Haru-chan?" Hunny asked sadly. His eyes had doubled in size and he seemed to be on the brink of tears. He was a 25 year old man with a wife and a daughter, and he still cried over basically everything, he hadn't changed one bit.

"Not exactly, Mistuki has been great company actually." She attempted to assure the blonde but all attempts were considered futile towards the trail of tears roaming down his cheek.

"How about this, we all sit down for some ootoro and try getting in contact?" Kyoya offered. Hikaru and Kaoru snorted.

"Does 'getting in contact' mean hunting him down using your secret police by any chance?" Hikaru questioned. Kyoya looked over to the copper headed twins and gave a sly smile as he pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.


"Anyway, don't worry, I bet he'll be back soon, Tamaki would never just leave here and not come back, he cares too much about you." Kaoru added. Haruhi gave a weak smile and led the guys (and Mitsuki since the holidays were coming up and Haruhi had more than enough cooking experience to actually need her to do anything) to the kitchen for some ootoro, which Tamaki always kept in stock for his dear Haruhi.

"Haruhi? I'm home."

Haruhi sat up in bed and turned on her light, standing in front of her was was a 6 foot tall blonde with the bluest eyes she's ever laid eyes upon.



Anywhosie, this story will be a whole lot of TamaHaru fluff and who knows, maybe some other relationships will be built into it, but for now, it's just a step by step guide to Haruhi and Tamaki's relationship through the years and it's gonna be so cute it will hurt you inside!

So yea, read and review please!

(Oh yea, also, it's 2 in the morning so please ignore grammar mistakes, I'll fix it later, thanks!)