"Haruhi, I have something to tell you," Kyoya said, his words and tone soft. "And I understand if you choose not to accept it, but...I...I do believe I like you."

No. No. No. Haruhi couldn't believe he was doing this. Not here. Not now. Maybe she felt the same way, but she wasn't anywhere near being able to confess. She wasn't sure she would ever be ready. "O-oh," she murmured, backing up a bit. "Oh."

Kyoya smirked, but the lack of response pained him. "Okay, Haruhi calm down."

The girl continued to back away from him, unconsciously taking a shaky step away. That was until her foot got caught on the leg of a chair, causing her to stumble a bit, but before she could fall, the elder grabbed hold of her.

"K-Kyoya," she stuttered, her voice light, airy, and uneven. His face was just inches from hers. Both of them knew this was wrong. Both of them knew that this was the last thing that they needed. That anyone needed. But for every fiber of their beings that told them to just step away, there was another one encouraging them to close the gap. The turmoil was hell, but then...

Then there was bliss. Time seemed to slow down, if not a come to a complete halt, with his lips against hers.

That was, until a familiar voice cried out the name of a certain black haired boy.

Tamaki.

Immediately, the two separated, Haruhi all but shoving her senpai away harshly.

"T-Tamaki," she said, blinking and breathing heavy. This was the absolute last thing that needed to happen, especially since she had just got back to school. This new drama would only make returning to the club hell. Well...it would become even more of a hell that it would have been after kissing Kyoya. "I-I promise this isn't what it looks like. We aren't..."

Shifting her gaze to Kyoya, she starts to feel nauseous, and she was sure that it wasn't because of the concussion.

He stared down at his shoes, which were apparently the most amazing thing in the entire world at that moment in time. It was her turn to be killed with a lack of response.

Why isn't he saying anything?!

The chairman's son shook his head, his bangs fell into his eyes, and if they weren't in their current situation, Haruhi would remind him that he had a hair appointment that Thursday. They failed to hide the tears welling up, however.

Haruhi felt her heart break.

"No," he said, clearing his throat after hearing how rough his voice sounded. "It's...It's fine. I should have expected it honestly." There was a bitter laugh, that was threatened to be cut off by a break in his voice. "I mean...look at the two of you, you look so cute. And as the President of the Ouran Host Club.I wish you nothing but the best. Now...If you um..If you would excuse me...I'll just get going."

There wasn't any time for Haruhi, or for Kyoya, to react (not that he would. Haruhi hadn't heard him so much as breathe since they had been intere) before he ducked out of the room, trying (and failing) to be discrete about swiping his tears away with his palm.

The horrible guilt that sat in her stomach couldn't be expressed as anything other than anger that was equally biting, and all of a sudden she couldn't stand to be so close to Kyoya.

"What was that," she said, voice strained as she fought to keep from raising her voice. It was a little more than slightly difficult. "W-why did you do that? Did it not occur to you that there would be a better place for this? Somewhere where someone wouldn't just walk in and see?! Do you not consider how this will affect the club?"

In all honesty, she wasn't sure as to why she was placing full blame on Kyoya, when she knew that they both had a part in whatever had just gone down, but she couldn't help but get defensive. This was, after all, her first kiss, if one didn't consider the one given to Kanako Kasugazaki at the party held just after becoming a host, and it was so suddenly interrupted.

It was no excuse though, and the first year knew this, and she also knew that after the whole fiasco was done, and things had calmed down, which would likely be when she would be laying in bed attempting to fall asleep, she would feel even worse about her outburst, but for now, she couldn't help but to continue on like this.

"I can't believe you, Senpai," she spat. "Look at the mess you made."

The boy couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't believe that Haruhi, his Haruhi, of all people, was attacking him like this.

He knew that her anger wasn't actually anger, but more like embarrassment she wasn't sure how to deal with, and he knew that he shouldn't feel as hurt as he did at that moment, he didn't know how else to feel.

"Haruhi," he said, finally shifting his gaze up to meet her brown eyes. "What happened...neither of us knew that he was going to come back. He forgot something silly, but decided he couldn't wait until tomorrow to get it. We both know how he is. I get you aren't happy with that, but you don't have to take it out on me. Just calm down. Please."

He definitely had good intentions, and she knew that, but for whatever reason, she couldn't help but even more worked up.

"I really can't, Senpai," she snapped, the sheer volume of the exclamation surprising even herself. She didn't stop there, though. Instead, she clenched her fists and continued on. "Were you not thinking? No, forget it. I know that you weren't. I can't believe you!"

Haruhi knew that she wasn't really angry at her senpai; she wasn't even mad at him. But she was just so stressed from having missed school and so embarrassed from the invasion of her privacy; she couldn't help but get so worked up.

With her heart racing, she ran a hand roughly through her hair, trying to get ahold of herself before she said something that she truly regretted. "You know what, Senpai," she said as she forced her eyes away from his, taking as deep of a breath she could manage. "I think...I think I should just go home. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Hurriedly, the girl grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder and made her way out of Music Room 3, leaving Kyoya alone with the now forgotten calculator that laid broken by his foot on the floor, heart still visible behind the broken screen.

The boy didn't even remember it being dropped, but he could guess it happened some time between the time of Haruhi tripping and Tamaki making his appearance.

Kyoya decided to leave it in it's place as he collected his own belongings and dejectedly made

his way out of the school, wanting nothing more than to just be home.

Over the course of the next few days, Haruhi followed the same strict routine. Wake up, go to school, club, study, sleep. Wake up, school, club, study, sleep. Wake up, school, study, sleep...

It wasn't good for her to be submerging herself entirely in whatever work she had to make up from her missed classes. The doctor had stressed the importance of rest and going easy on herself, but how else could she keep her mind off of what had happened not a week ago?

She couldn't stand to be in the same room as the youngest Ootori boy, in fact, the very thought of it made her stomach to be in knots and caused her to become anxiety ridden.

Regrettably, conversation or even just seeing Kyoya couldn't be avoided, but she definitely did her absolute best to minimize any contact with him for the time being. She waited for the bell to ring in the room of her first period class now, ate lunch by herself in the courtyard (or at least tried to, but the occasional customer would see her by herself and ask where the rest of the group was, to which she would reply "They're inside. I just needed some time to myself and fresh air. I'm still recovering, you know."). She still participated in club activities, but as soon as they were over, she claimed her head hurt too much for her to stay any later and ducked out of the club room and made her way home.

Her strange behavior was noted by all members, as was the tension between Tamaki and Kyoya, but the others decided it was best to leave it be for now, hoping that the strange behavior would stop soon and that whatever the issue was, that it would sort itself out soon.

Meanwhile, Haruhi just hoped that she would wake up from whatever kind of nightmare she had become trapped in.

_AUTHOR'S NOTE_

Hello everyone! Sarah here, back after over a year and a half away.

First I just want to say that I am so, so, so sorry for leaving you all hanging like that, but I had quite a few medical issues that needed to be worked out (like I was just in the hospital two weeks ago) and unfortunately, I'm still not doing so well. My migraines have become so bad that it's like an every day thing now, which leaves me unable to write and when I do feel okay enough, I didn't have the motivation.

I'm going to be completely honest with you and say that I have no idea when the next chapter is going to be posted. It may be next week, it may be next month, but it also may be next year and I'm so very sorry guys.

I'm just about to start my senior year and Ii'm trying very hard to get everything under control in my life right now, especially since I plan on going to school all the way on the other side of the country.

Thank you all for sticking with me this far, and thank you for tolerating my shitty writing (I went back through and edited each chapter the best I could without totally rewriting the story before posting this chapter). Hopefully, you have been able to see some of my more recent works on Tumblr.

I love you all so, so much and I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed this chapter of Love and Other Headaches.

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