Dance To The Beat Of Your Heart (Ouran HSHC fanfic)

Company

Haruhi was cleaning her house where she lives with her dad, preparing for an important guest. She scrubbed the bathroom, mopped the floor, wiped counters and did dishes. She folded laundry and even dusted. Haruhi had just finished straightening pictures on the wall when there was a knock on the door. She panicked, thinking it was their guest. When she opened the door, it was just Hikaru and Kaoru. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" She half shrieked, half sobbed. The twins just grinned in response and took  her by the arms. "This is kidnapping!" She shouted at them. 

"Have fun with your friends!" Her father shouted as she was lead out the door and into a limo. 

"I'm expecting important company." She grumbled to the twins as the rode down town. 

"We know. That's why we have to make you look pretty." Hikaru finally said. 

"WHAAAT?!?! I look just fine! Why do you always have to do this?" The twins chuckled in the seat beside her and said nothing. 

They finally arrived at a salon. They pushed Haruhi into a chair and snapped their fingers for a stylist to come over. She clicked her tongue and grabbed a curling iron. 

Two hours later, Haruhi had curled hair, painted nails, and perfectly applied makeup. She looked in the mirror and groaned. "Now clothes!" Kaoru said. 

Another hour later and Haruhi was wearing a long purple dress with bows and lacy sandals. She thought she looked like a rich kindergartner on her first day of school. "Perfect!" Hikaru exclaimed.

They dropped her back off at her house just as another car pulled up. Haruhi unlocked the door to the smell of cooking food and her dad's hairspray. Haruhi's dad is a crossdresser. He looked even more fabulous than Haruhi did. She turned around to see Tamaki standing on the front steps with wide eyes. 

"Who did that to you?" He asked. He stepped closer and wound one of her curls around his finger. Haruhi began to hyperventilate. "The twins..." She mumbled. Tamaki laughed. "Of course." 

Ten minutes later, after many hugs and exclamations from her father, the three were sitting at their table. Haruhi's father prepared roast chicken, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. "I know it's not what you're used to, and Haruhi is a better cook then I am but..." Tamaki waved this comment away. "It's the best meal I've had in years!" He declared, digging in. Haruhi couldn't help but smile at this. 

When it was time for Tamaki to leave, he paused on the porch, looking into Haruhi's eyes. "You never have to dress up for me you know." He whispered, and kissed her on the cheek. Haruhi blushed as red as a tomato and watched him get into his limo and ride away. Her heart was singing. 

"I like this one." Her father said, standing in the living room. Haruhi giggled and made her way to the bathroom to rub off all the makeup.