♡ Ouran x Reader; One Shots ♡

Anixous

requested.

tamaki x female! reader

"were you in love with him?"

"i guess, i'd never really known, i just know I felt things i never felt before. the kind of wrenching feeling. i didn't know what it was, it just tore my heart. have you ever felt that way?"

"i have,"

People would describe them as a true pairing, the chemistry among them was stronger than any bond both ever had. However, ____'s soul wasn't in it, she felt the bond, but wasn't sure what to think of it. Tamaki was a true caring guy, he had the brightest heart of anyone in the host club.

There they sat, talking about the latest events in which the host club held. The night went on efficiently, the little rain outside, set the mood for the young lovers in the dance all. Soft jazz music in the background playing, Tamaki and ___ sat a table in the back of the room talking.

Both teens were talking about their past relationships as any friends would, neither of them had a problem talking about exes, they were exes for a reason, right? However, ___'s relationships always ended in the same way, there was no love connection, she just dated to date.

"Were you in love with him?" Tamaki asked her softly.

She sat for a moment thinking of her relationship, the memories filled her brain. ___ found herself in deep thought, Tamaki admired her sad yet beautiful ___ eyes. He waited anxiously for her answer.

"I guess, I'd never really known, I just know I felt things I never felt before. The kind of wrenching feeling. I don't know what it was, it just tore my heart. Have you ever felt that?" she told him.

Tamaki let out a sad sigh, he gave her a sad smile, "I have," he started as he shifted in his seat getting comfortable. "Her name was Haruhi Fujioka." He continued.

___ watched him as she studied his face, perhaps that's where the chemistry stood between the two. They were able to be each other's shoulder to cry on, but she knew deep down inside, what they had was real, yet she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

The blonde looked up at her for a moment, he sighed softly as he continued to speak. "Speaking of which, I was told by my father I will be leaving for France again." Tamaki proclaimed to her.

___ was taken back for a moment, "What do you mean?" she asked him, she couldn't help but feel sadden by his abrupt news. Tamaki ran a hand through his hair, "He wanted me to be married to a woman named, Éclair Tonnerre." He informed her.

"Married?" she asked him, she wore her poker face well.

"Yes, I leave tomorrow morning." He said to her.

Her heart clenched in hurt, she felt her stomach turn in her stomach. ___ felt her heart swell in jealousy, she wasn't with him, yet she felt, wounded. Tamaki stood up slowly before he offered her his hand, "Shall we share this last dance?" he asked.

___ swallowed her tears and nodded, she took his hand as he began to guide her along the dance floor. A soft, peaceful song played softly as they shared a dance together. She wouldn't lie if she were to say she felt something.

She felt something she felt before but never noticed before now. Heart at ease, palms sweaty, a sad yet peaceful aura. The rain fell delicately outside as other couples danced along, ___ stole small glances as she noticed the two of them were in the center of the room.

"___" Tamaki spoke softly.

The girl looked at him with a small smile, she couldn't bring herself to have a real smile on her face. "Yes?" she answered him. Tamaki took a deep breath, before he proposed her a solution.