(Before You Read:

Dear Readers, this is my very first Ouran High School Host Club fanfic. Given that, I am very very conscientious about it, and I really want you, as the reader to tell me if I should continue it or scrap it. I've written many fanfictions, Supernatural and Twilight mostly, but used different names of this for the sake of my absent mind for passwords hehe. I promise I will remember this one, and if you like it, it would be great if you tell me to continue. It's kinda really bad, and if I mistake any information in this feel free to tell me. xoxo )

Haruhi Fujioka grasped the blank note clutched in between her small hands. She had wanted to write Tamaki in the space provided for the receiving end, but she had also wanted to write Kyoya and Mori and Honey and Hikaru and Kaoru. Yet she couldn't shake that itching feeling the real owner of that spot was, in fact, Tamaki Suoh, the self-given patriarch of the Ouran High School Host Club, a group of males (and one female) seeking the happiness of all women. The Host Club had recently hosted a Valentine's Day Lonely Hearts party, and part of the fun was every woman would write down a name on a card, and on Friday each recipient would get a box of chocolates. Even the "men" wrote down names themselves, and that left Haruhi with a blank note and no idea who to write on it. She took it home in a desperate attempt to find her answer there. It seemed the fates had it out for her, because it was ten minutes before her usual leaving time for school and she had all but remembered it was there. Which was why she was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a blank notecard and an expression to match.

You can do this, she told herself. Just pick up the pen and put it to the page, first a T, then an A... Better said done... Even her thoughts led her with the same resolution to her problems.

There wasn't one.

Haruhi glanced up at the small digital clock on her stove.

Five minutes left.

With a gulp, she grabbed a felt-tipped pen from her pocket and scrawled a name on the paper.

That would just have to do. With a sigh, she stepped out of the house, completely ready for the day ahead of her.

"You write your valentine yet Haruchan?"

Haruhi hadn't even noticed the bright blonde hair and big brown eyes of Mitsukuni Haninozuka until he was inches from her face. Apparently, Mori, Takashi Morinozuka, was holding his arms and Honey was dangling just to talk to her.

"I, uhh, did Honey." She nodded to him, then looked up at Mori.

"Who's your valentine, Mori?" Blotches of pink crowded Morinozuka's solemn face, a sight that cause Haruhi to giggle, sidestepping away from Honey and Mori. Haruhi didn't wait for Mori's response. Waiting for him to speak is like waiting for the first sweet droplets of rain in a desert drought.

She looked around the Music room, relieved but also a bit concerned that no one from the Host Club had approached her throughout the day. Kyoya was sitting against the wall in his corner as usual, and the two cousins were messing around as usual. As for the twins and Tamaki, they were nowhere to be found.

As if they were on cue, the Hitachiin twins pranced inside, running up to Haruhi behind her back and grabbing each of her shoulders.

"Who's your valentine Haruhi?" They shouted in unison.

"Who, huh?" Hikaru whispered.

"You might as well tell us now," Kaoru scoffed, smiling slyly as he always does.

Haruhi smiled , turning to look at the twins.

"It is a secret boys. Hikaru," she pointed to Hikaru, "and Kaoru," her other hand pointed at the other twin. Both of them got a bit visually angry that she could always tell them apart, but she knew inside they adored her for it.

"Well it better be me," each brother declared, but then looked at each other and started play-fighting. It was never real for the brothers. They loved each other too much to cause actual damage to one another. Alike almost everything the Host Club did and stood for, it was all for show. One of the many things that Haruhi knew for a fact was that even though it sounded like Tamaki poured his heart and soul to each girl that passed through, his heart was really in her possession.

The thought made Haruhi's cheeks blush a vibrant red.

Kaoru noticed this before she could hide it though, and he froze in mid-slap.

"Ohh, Haruhi's blushing. Isn't that cute." He walked over to her, holding his hand to her cheek.

"Your'e so warm," he whispered in awe.

Hikaru stood back, a scowl on his face. Kaoru's yellowish-brown eyes stared down into Haruhi's mud brown ones, and it only caused her to blush even more.

It was these moments that made picking her valentine one of hardest feats she's ever had to face.

"I uhh... stop it..." Haruhi smacked his hand away, looking down.

Kaoru gave her a weird look, rubbing his hand and cooing as if he were trying to heal it.

"No one has ever hit me like that."

At that very moment, there was a loud crash and a familiar shriek. Guided by the noise, Kaoru's eyes snapped up to the door, his incessant whining coming to an abrupt halt.

"HARRRUUUHHHIIIII!"

(That's it so far. Cliffhanger, huh? Just kidding, we kinda all know who it is *blushes creepily and smiles*. So yeah, if you guys and girls like this then just tell me and I'll continue it. Catcha on the flip side xoxo)