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On an average Saturday night, Haruhi Fujioka would eat dinner, clean, do homework, then get ready for bed. She didn't think about what other people were doing, (excluding her father, of course) she didn't worry about what would happen when she got to school, she didn't worry about anything. So, why was Haruhi feeling this feeling? She didn't recognize it. She had this strange feeling in her gut that something odd was going to happen tonight. Scratching her short, boyish brown hair, she held onto her dinner plate, which still had bits of food left on it that she didn't eat. She was the last one to finish her dinner tonight. Haruhi got up from the comfort of the chair she was sitting in, walking into the kitchen, a chill running down her spine like running water as her small bare feet touched the tiled flooring.

She placed the plate into the sink, rinsing it off as quickly as she could. It was dim in her kitchen, the only source of light coming from the bathroom down the hall. She didn't want to turn on the living room light. It would wake up her father, who was sleeping on the recliner not too far from where the brunette was sitting a few minutes ago. His feet were hanging off the foot rest, arms sloppily all over the place like they were rag dolls. Long snores left the man's lips every once in a while. Haruhi still couldn't shake off this odd feeling in her gut that something was going to happen as she walked back to the chair she was sitting in. She'd be going to bed soon, despite it only being ten and a weekend. Looking on the small wooden table next to her, she saw the small cellphone that the twins had given her. She reached for it, gripping the metal object as she looked around the house.

Flipping it open, the bright blinded her for a moment before she adjusted it to it. She scrolled through the numbers in, passing the twin's numbers without the slightest glance. "Funny..." she mumbled to herself, "I could've sworn I had more numbers than this..." She shrugged, getting up from her chair and heading down the hallway towards her room in her pajamas. A loud knock echoed her through the house suddenly, causing a squeak to leave the girls lips as she turned around quickly, walking towards the door. Who would be visiting at this hour? She thought quietly to herself, opening the door with a swift pull.

Outside the door were Tamaki, panting, hands on his knees as he looked up the small girl.

I should trust my gut more often.

Haruhi's brown orbs looked into Tamaki's violet ones as she gave him a confused yet shocked look. Why was Tamaki at her house in the middle of the night? The boy had sweat dripping down his face, and he was panting as if he had just ran a marathon, "T-tamaki senpai?!" She shrilled, watching as the boy stood up on his feet.

"It's not what you think, Haruhi!" he said quickly, waving his hands in front of his face. There was something that wasn't right- If Tamaki was coming over to visit; he would have that silly grin plastered on his face like always. Tamaki wasn't smiling right now, in fact, it was the exact opposite. Tamaki's lips were pulled downward, his eyes glossy with bags under them. He looked tired, like he had been crying and forced himself to stop. Haruhi had never seen him like this before. "I-"

"Tamaki senpai, a-are you alright?"

"I'm-" Tamaki paused for a moment before replying hesitantly, "Fine. I just-"

"Tamaki," Haruhi replied in a sincere voice (something she didn't do often) "You can tell me." Haruhi looked at him through concerned brown eyes, wondering what was going on. At that moment, a barrier seemed to break, and the blond boy hugged Haruhi. At first, she was startled, but she didn't push him away from her embrace.

"It's horrible, H-haruhi!" he said shakily, burying his face into the crook of Haruhi's neck. "She won't let me do anything! I can't call you; I can't do at the anything!" Tears started to leave Tamaki's eyes, "S-She wants me to quit the host club!"

Haruhi's eyes widened, "W-what!?"

"I wasn't supposed to tell you-" Tamaki pulled away from Haruhi, wiping his eyes. He was surprised that she had let him hug her. "-But I-I just can't keep it a secret anymore."

"Why does she want you to quit the host club, Tamaki- senpai?" she asked, trying to stay calm.

"She says it's a waste of time and that's it bad for my reputation," he replied. His violet eyes stared down at Haruhi, still brimming with tears. He didn't want to cry in front of Haruhi. It's just something that he didn't want to do. After all, would a man cry? In Tamaki's opinion- they wouldn't. He wanted to seem like a man in through Haruhi's eyes.

"I don't understand," Haruhi replied, a slightly confused look on her face. "Why does she want you to quit the host club now? It's been almost a year, and she even visited! She didn't say anything."

"I've-" Tamaki breathed, "-Been hiding it. She's wanted me to quit the Host Club since I first made it. I just.. Haven't told anybody."


"I didn't want to worry anybody," he replied quietly. Looking around the dark neighborhood, Tamaki said, "Haruhi, I can't go back there. I just can't." The look on Tamaki's face said that he was serious, and that made Haruhi nervous.

"B-but you can't stay here, Senpai," Haruhi replied softly, "My dad won't allow it. Besides, there are only two bedrooms."

"Please, Haruhi," he said desperately, "I can't go to anyone else. All the other members of the other host clubs' family have a deal with mine. I don't want to mess up that deal."

A sigh left the girls lips. She couldn't leave him out here in the dark with nowhere to go. "Come in," she said quietly, motioning for the blond to follow her as she walked back in her house. "I'm... going to have to convince my dad."