Disclaimer - I do not own Ouran, 'cause I'm not awesome. D;

Beware: Haruhi doesn't act like herself in this story.

So if you hate this pairing, hate Haruhi not acting like herself, hate stupid endings or hate me, don't read on.

"At last," she whispered, allowing the faint sound of her breathing reach his ear.

It was raining, harder than before, and Hikaru started to think that standing in the rain won't get Haruhi feel better anytime soon.

Quickly, he carried her to the nearest area supported by a roof and kissed her on the cheek affectionately.

Hikaru smiled and held Haruhi close to him.

"We're alone now."

The two were tied in a beautiful, calming position; arms wrapped around each other, both staring into each other's eyes with obvious devotion. The feeling came over her again, and this time, she was sure it was real.

She was in love with him.

Madly.

But...no, Haruhi thought to herself, clutching Hikaru's blouse harder. T-This is wrong...I can't really be in love with...

"Haruhi," Hikaru laid his hands firmly onto the girl's shoulders. "Are you alright?" Haruhi gave a faint nod and smiled, facing Hikaru with sweet, loving eyes. "Y-yeah," she coughed, tightening her grip onto Hikaru's sleeve.

Hikaru nodded and reached for her forehead.

"You've got a fever," he said moments later, revealing the cause of Haruhi's suffering. Haruhi nodded and closed her eyes, letting a raindrop slide down her delicate skin.

"Is it bad?" Her hoarse voice croaked, still refusing to let go of Hikaru's touch. "I-I think so," Hikaru frowned at the girl in love, now even more afraid to leave her side.

But he knew that it was the right thing to do.

"Stay here," Hikaru got up from his position. "I have to call a doctor."

Haruhi was dragged by Hikaru's motions, and refused to let go of him after Hikaru's convincing.

"N-No," Haruhi kept a firm grip onto Hikaru's back. "I won't let go! I don't want to!"

"I'm doing this for you, Haruhi," Hikaru pleaded once more, "Please. Let go. I want to save you from your pain."

Haruhi felt tears stream down her eyes as she tugged at Hikaru's clothing another time.

"You don't get it, Hikaru!" Haruhi yelled, as more tears flowed down her cheeks. "You're the only one! You're the one for that job! I don't want to miss a single second with you!"

"Hikaru, I love you!"

"...Just please," Haruhi pleaded. "Please don't leave me. Please trust me! I can take care of myself!" Hikaru paused for a moment, and then turned to a desperate Haruhi, eyes filled with love for the person who he knew as himself.

Not Kaoru, not Tamaki, not anyone.

But himself.

"...Haruhi," He whispered, holding her tight. "Please know."
"Please know that I love you too."

And they stayed in that position until dawn, and the rest of the Host Club, curious about their whereabouts.

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"HARUHI!" Tamaki cried. "WHERE HAS MY DARLING HARUHI GONE?!" "According to the tracking devices I've placed on you all," Kyouya adjusted his glasses. "They're just right outside the commoner's market. We can all go there together." Tamaki fell upon his personal corner of woe. "Why must my lovely daughter Haruhi fall into the hands of such a dirty-minded brother?! AND WHY MUST THEY BE SO FAR AWAY?!" Kaoru sighed. "Milord, the market is just four blocks away." Tamaki continued on with his crying. "That is just too far! It's as if they were running away together! NOOO!"

"Get over it, Milord, the two are in love, anyway."

"WH-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, KAORU?!"

"AAAGH! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME! GET HIM AWAY!"

End.