The Piano Lesson
Summary: What if Haruhi came to the Host Club because she heard a piano?
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.
She heard it as she walked down the hall. She stopped, looking up. It made sense music would be coming from the Third Music Room, but it wasn't the kind of music she expected to hear. She reached out an unsteady hand and grasped the handle of the door. Slowly pulling down she opened the door slowly. The music swelled, hitting her was every note, crisp and clean.
She looked around to see the music's origination. A grand black piano is held open at the far side of the room. The afternoon light is flooding in to add power to the sweet song. The player is moving his fingers like he's never stopped touching the keys his entire life. He moves with the song, his eyes closed to take in the full sound.
She does not move, knowing it will disturb him. It wasn't the first time she had heard it. To be honest, she had heard him play dozens of times before. The music was usually with purpose or deep reason, like helping a boy compose the perfect song to prove his love, or pass the time away at his friend's house in wait for him. Every time this boy played the piano, he had a reason. But now, he just played for the sake of playing. There was no set rhythm or tone. He just played a sweet but sad melody of his own creation.
It was powerful, this silent screaming of the strings. She held her breathe in as not to disturb him and when it came to a part where he seemed to have completed this sadness, he looked up to see her.
He seemed to be a little surprised, seeing her standing there, staring at him. She said nothing as she stepped forward, her eyes wide. He was just sitting there, seeming to be lost for words. Nothing happened for a moment as she just walked towards him and then she just ran. He stood up, unsure of what she was doing. She stopped only when her body made contact with his and she was there, her face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. He said nothing as he looked down at her, surprised and confused.
"H-Haruhi…"
"I-It's… beautiful…" she whispered into his chest, blushing at her own silliness. She was certain he would do something silly to ruin the moment but he only pulled her closer to him. They had managed to sit on the floor, her face in his uniform as they sat there in the afternoon light, the piano gleaming in its own silent glory.
- Just a short little oneshot that I wrote at 12:00 in the morning mostly because I couldn't sleep. If it sounds weird, its probably because of that. Thanks for reading!
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