TamaHaru Love

•Chapter 2: Morning•

"We should get to sleep, don't you think?" Tamaki asked. "It's getting pretty late"

After kissing me (twice, might I add), he was quite flustered, but somehow, in the back of my mind, I knew he shared my feelings. That he was just too scared to admit them to me. After all the time I'd spent with the Host Club, I started to have my suspicions about this "crush" of his.

"Yeah... I'm getting tired, too," I replied.

"Um... I can sleep on the floor if you want the bed."

Even though I had only just kissed Tamaki, I wanted to share the bed with him. The storm was still going on and I didn't want to go through the night without someone else by my side.

"I... I want you to be in the bed with me," I said shyly.

After saying that, his face turned beet-red as he shakily said, "Okay, if you insist."

That night was the night in which I slept the soundest, most comfortable sleep I ever had. There were many times where thunder startled me and I hugged closer next to Tamaki. But that made me feel even better, knowing he was there with me, comforting me. And while I knew it made him nervous, I also knew that it unsettled me just as equally. I just couldn't control myself from wanting to stay close to him. His gentle, muscular arms wrapping around me made me drowsy quickly.

I awoke to an otherwise empty bed and the sound of the shower running in the next room. I looked out the window as the bright early-morning light flowed into the room until I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, you're awake," Tamaki's voice said. "You can go back to sleep, if you like; it's still really early."

"Well, I'm already up, so it would be difficult," I replied.

He had on another robe identical to the one I wore, his hair wet from the shower. He seemed calmer in the morning than he had the past night. He must have regained his charm overnight. As I gazed out the large window, he instantly appeared in front of me and kissed me again, his lips trembling on mine.

"I wanted to tell you, since I didn't last night, that I love you, too," he whispered. "I all honesty, I'd been meaning to for a while. But I was too scared to admit it."

So I was right.

"I really do love you, Haruhi. I love the way you can be so stubborn, and the way you laugh and smile, everything about you."

I blushed as my hands began to shake. I was so in love with him that it made me nervous to be around him now. If I had a weakness other than thunderstorms, it would be called Tamaki Suou. The worst part was the fact that I was so nervous I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn't move away from him, neither physically nor emotionally.

"You're too kind to me, Tamaki-senpai," I said turning my head away.

"You don't need to call me that anymore, Haruhi," he said. "Just call me by my first name. You are my girlfriend, after all."

Girlfriend?! The word startled me to the point where I didn't know what to say to him. At this point, I was clearly the one who was more embarrassed than him. But I didn't want to say anything to correct him; I wanted to be his. He was grinning at me, hugging me close to himself. After a minute, he let go and pulled a huge curtain over the window that blocked out most of the light.

I started to sweat. It seemed like he was doing these things to make me anxious. At the same time, though, I knew that he wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to.

"Tamaki, what are you doing?" I asked slowly.

"The gardeners are outside," he answered.

It was even more nerve-racking to be with him alone in the dark. He leaned down and kissed me slowly. His warm lips were soft and tasted minty. I didn't want to stop kissing him. I couldn't stop kissing him. We stood in front of the curtained window for about five minutes, unstopping.

"We should get you home soon," Tamaki whispered in my ear.

I pulled him as close as I could and dug my face into his robe. I could hear his heart beating fast.

"I'm staying with you," I replied stubbornly.

Now what? After last night, I was glued to his side, possibly for the rest of our lives. We settled on me going home, him coming with me. I told him my dad would be out for a few days. We changed and he walked me home, this time holding my hand.