My Choice

Chapter 8

Hikaru held Haruhi as she slept; her chest pressed against his side, her cheek resting on his chest. Her soft, even breaths brushed against his bare skin each time she breathed in and out. Hikaru looked down at the girl in his arms, wondering how he had ever gotten the courage to make her his. Really, Haruhi is to thank for their relationship. If she hadn't spoken up and told him how she felt… Hikaru doubted he would ever have told her his feelings. He knew he was completely thick headed when it came to his own feelings and the feelings of others. He had always felt… weird around Haruhi since the day she accidently walked into Music Room 3. It wasn't a bad weird feeling, but just… something he couldn't explain. Many times he wanted to speak to Kaoru about it, but was honestly too embarrassed to do so.

"Hika…"

Hikaru tore his eyes away from the ceiling and looked down at Haruhi as she mumbled his name in her sleep. She looked so innocent, cute laying there curled up into his side. Her lips were parted slightly as she breathed, his name falling from her lips a second time.

An idea formed in Hikaru's head; What if he tried to talk to her whilst she was sleeping? Hikaru gently stroked her cheek and spoke softly, "What is it my dear Haru?"

Haruhi moaned softly before snuggling closer to him. After a moment she mumbled, "Don't be mad…"

"Why would I be mad, Haruhi?"

Haruhi sighed, her breath tickling Hikaru's chest, "No sex…"

Hikaru chuckled softly before pulling Haruhi so tightly and closely that she was practically lying on top of him. Silly girl, even in her sleep she was feeling guilty about it. Of course, having sex with Haruhi was something Hikaru wanted to do, and he was disappointed that they didn't go through with it, but he understood her nervousness, shyness. He wouldn't push the issue; instead he'd wait until she was ready.

Sighing, Hikaru closed his eyes. As the last lit candle slowly burned away, ready to extinguish itself, Hikaru thought about his future. If Haruhi wasn't in it, then it wasn't his future.

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The weekend passed all too quickly for Haruhi. The storm had passed by the time the night was over, and her father was able to return home. By Sunday the power was back on. Haruhi knew her father had suspicions about something happening between Hikaru and herself- after all, Hikaru was wearing a pair of Ranka's boxers- and nothing else- standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how to make breakfast when he had walked in through the door. Haruhi's choice of apparel hadn't done anything to sooth her father's mind as she walked out in just her underwear and t-shirt. After much convincing and promising that nothing happened, Ranka had settled down and offered to make breakfast for the couple.

Now, standing in the room dedicated to changing for the Host Club activities, Haruhi was thankful for her father's outburst. It made her think about the possible outcomes if she and Hikaru had slept together. For one, she would be disappointing her father. He placed a lot of trust in Haruhi, and if she turned around and did something that would result in her breaking his trust… No. Haruhi couldn't do that. Another reason was… well the most obvious; What if she ended up pregnant? Sure, she was on the pill- which she had started to regulate her terribly irregular menstrual cycle- and she knew Hikaru carried around condoms in his wallet… but there is still the slim possibility. And being-

"Haru-chan? Are you ready? Girls are already here."

Haruhi turned her head, holding the outfit she was to wear for the day to cover her chest, "Sorry, Honey-senpai. I sort of spaced. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Okay!" Honey smiled and dashed back out the door.

Haruhi sighed, what was today's theme again? Oh right… The American Jazz Age. It was a smart idea, but Haruhi had glared at Tamaki when he handed her the outfit she was to wear.