A/N: This story only pertains to the Anime. I haven't been able to read all the OHHC manga yet so I don't think it's fair if I use plots/details from them. This is what we all wanted. A last episode to see how Haruhi and Tamaki finally got together. It's a bit angsty so forgive me if that's not your style. There are some trigger warnings coming up. Just things like sadness, feelings of worthlessness, and abandonment issues. Nothing like alcohol, abuse, or cutting, but I just wanted to warn you anyhow. I will be creating some OCs but they wont be in the story too much. Also I know little to nothing about real Japanese culture so I will be using the words from the Anime. I know what things like Senpai, Chan, and other stuff means. I just hope I can use the terms correctly. Forgive me if I don't. Also if you like this style of writing you can check out my page. I've written for Doctor Who, JJ/Reid, Jim/Pam and I hope to do many more! Hope you like this, reviews are SOOOOOO appreciated.

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Tamaki Suoh sat at his desk, in his elaborately decorated room, thinking about what had happened that day. So much had happened it felt a week had passed and not just a single day. He should be thankful, he knew that. His father had worked things out with his grandmother and he would now be allowed to see his mother occasionally. He was able to stay with his friends and continue the Host Club. Not to mention his friends had shown such a magnificent amount of care for him that he thought he might burst. Yet despite all of this there was something still haunting his mind.

This thing was a beautiful, stubborn, brave, girl named Haruhi Fujioka. She hadn't seemed to understand his feelings when he'd jumped off the bridge for her. Though he could hardly blame her he was just recognizing his deep feelings himself. He was now analyzing every look, comment, and touch she'd ever given him. Could she possibly feel the same way? He doubted it, sometimes he was such a screw up he doubted Haruhi could ever like him. Though he could be a very fine, princely boyfriend to any other girl in the school Haruhi was so different. Normal romantic techniques would not woo her, she would shut down any of his attempts to be affectionate.

Even though he knew all these things very, very well he couldn't help but hope. Hope that she felt the same way. That maybe, just maybe she dreamt about him too, the way he did her. He longed for her small, gracefully, and beautiful body in his arms. He imagined being able to look at her anytime he wanted and not feeling ashamed or embarrassed. He felt giddy at the thought of being able to complement her. He could tell her the wonderful, lovely things about her. Everything about her was attractive. Her strong spirit, her independence, her heart shaped face, her big brown eyes, her sweetness to those in need, her voice, and anything else that could possibly be listed about a person was beautiful in her. Oh and to kiss her, that would make his life complete. To feel those small sweet lips against his, to experience her seemingly always rigid and guarded body melt into his arms.

Tamaki's heart felt like it would explode from such deep wanting. He placed his head in his hands. He couldn't imagine life without this wonderful girl and yet her life seemed to go on perfectly without him. Now that everyone knew she was a girl the boys would be around her in swarms. She would have her choice of the entire academy. He felt a solitary tear fall down his face. He knew he was being childish, but he wanted Haruhi Fujioka as his girlfriend. He wanted to be with her now and he wanted to be with her forever. He couldn't ever imagine himself feeling any differently.

"I think I love her," he said happily but slowly his smile faded to a frown.

He banged his head on his desk in frustration. He needed to find someway to convince her how he felt. Tamaki realized he felt exhausted from the hard day. He changed into his pajamas and fell dramatically onto his bed. Before his eyes closed completely he took out his phone and looked at the pictures he had of him and Haruhi. He smiled as he shut his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

Haruhi Fujioka was sitting on her bed with a very pensive look on her face. She might've looked calm but in reality her heart was racing like it never had before. Haruhi didn't like change, not at all. She could roll with the punches as well as anyone, but she liked things to stay the same. Right now she felt she couldn't take the change that had been placed upon her today. Some would think it was because everyone had found out she wasn't a boy, but she couldn't care less about that. Her problem had to do with a certain melodramatic tall blonde.

Tamaki Suoh had never been more than a friend for her. However, today he'd felt like something so much more. The way he'd jumped from that bridge risking his physical life and emotional life. He could've gone to finally see his mother. He choose her. The way he'd looked at her and held her close to him was almost more than Haruhi could bear. She'd felt a warm feeling creep into her body and she remembered wanting to stay there forever in his arms.

Tamaki, she'd realized today, was the kindest person anyone could ever hope to know. Though sometimes his kindness could be insulting, it wasn't his fault he didn't know how to act around people with a different financial status than his own. He really was getting better at that though. She smiled as she remembered him coming to help her shop at the grocery store. All the times when he'd protected her even when she'd been so rude to him. All the times he'd tried to offer her things that she could never hope to afford. Before it had pissed her off, she thought he'd thought she was a charity case. However, now she realized he knew how independent she was, he knew exactly how strong she was, but he just wanted her to have nice things. Tamaki was the only one in the host club who seemed to understand she didn't deserve nice things from him because she was just a pretty girl,or because she was less fortunate. She deserved nice things because she worked so hard. He just wanted to help, give her a break, and there was no harm in that. Though sometimes it would be hard to swallow her pride, she should accept some of the things Tamaki gave her, she knew it would make him happy.

As she thought all these things about Tamaki she realized this wasn't some petty crush. She realized he'd been there for her so many times and she'd pushed him away. She wondered if he could ever forgive her. She didn't feel ashamed for being independent. Independence and rudeness were two completely different things. She didn't want to lose her independence. She just wanted to be with Tamaki yet somehow keep her independence, if that was at all possible.

Tamaki was like a shining light, she didn't want to put him out. She determined that she would be nicer to Tamaki. He deserved it after all. They could both help one another, and maybe someday he'd notice her in a different way. A way that wasn't a "Father daughter" relationship way. She realized now she'd been so opposed to that idea because deep down she wanted Tamaki to think of her as a potential girlfriend, not a daughter.

The host club were dressed as cops today much to the girls' liking. Haruhi still wore boy clothes seeing as she didn't care either way. Most of the girls had swarmed around her at the start. They'd asked her many questions and she hoped some of them still liked her even though she was a girl. They told her she was very brave to save Tamaki, and also explained how grateful they were. Though Haruhi had paid off her debt she just couldn't leave the boys. They'd become a sort of family to her.

Now the girls requested her just so they could talk to her. They asked her about her adventures with the Host Club. They got hints on the boy's real personalities. They listened, ears peeled, for any information that could help them on their quest for love. Haruhi found she enjoyed telling stories to the girls, Kyoya loved it even more. He was planning on marketing Haruhi's stories for the girls. A small book would be written by Haruhi and himself for the girls. A new story every month. Haruhi hadn't wanted to do it at first but, she was promised a portion of the earnings if she cooperated. Haruhi wasn't about to turn down a little extra pocket money.

"Oh please Haruhi!" The girls wailed impatiently. "Tell us the story of the carriage and Master Tamaki again please!"

"Alright one last time," she gave in. "But Kyoya Senpai says this is the last time I can tell it, after all I will be writing about it in full detail for all of you to purchase." Haruhi cringed at her shameless self promotion but, these girls were filthy rich they could afford to buy a small magazine from a Host Club every month.

"All the other Host members had been wiped out!" She explained dramatically. Kyoya had coached her on how to tell these stories. Give a lot of passion but not a lot of detail, that way they'd still buy her stories. She saw Hunny drag his bunny Usa Chan up onto the couch with him to sit and listen as well. Hunny enjoyed her stories too, he said it reminded him of his mother.

"I was the last one on the horse drawn carriage," Haruhi said with great hand gestures. "I saw Tamaki and I yelled to him!" She told the avid listeners. She felt herself getting sucked into the story as well. "He thought we didn't want him to be in the Host Club anymore-" Haruhi was cut off by a first year with orange hair.

"But you did want him here right? I mean everyone wants Master Tamaki here," She said shyly, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Of course they do," Haruhi said sweetly. "Honestly," She whispered. "Don't tell him I said this, but we'd be lost without him," She told the girls who all smiled and agreed. Hunny nodded his head along with the other females and stuck another piece of cake in his mouth. "Anyway, something jostled the carriage when I was holding out my hand for Master Tamaki," Haruhi spoke with great drama and angst in her voice earning her a thumbs up from Kyoya. "I fell," she paused for dramatic effect and the audience reacted by leaning forward slightly. "Then Master Tamaki jumped from his carriage as well and shouted my name." Haruhi's voice had went all dreamy, something the girls had never heard before unless it pertained to fancy tuna. "He….He caught me in mid air. He wrapped his arms around me and we fell into the water," she finished. She left out the part where he'd looked at her with such love in his eyes that she thought for sure he would kiss her. She kind of wished he had. She also left out how she'd leaned forward ready to accept his lips. The way her stomach had flip flopped, not from the water and height, but from the blonde boy in front of her was also excluded.

She was broken from her memory by the girls clapping happily. Hunny was standing on the couch arm dancing and clapping with Usa Chan dangling from his arm. Haruhi smiled at the girls. They had been so kind to her ever since they'd found out her secret. They could've been angry that she'd technically been lying to them this entire time. Instead they were excited for her.

"Haruhi that was beautiful!" A customer named Angelina complemented. Haruhi nodded in thanks.

"Yeah Haruhi you must think very highly of Master Tamaki," Another girl commented.

"Wha- What do you mean?" Haruhi asked the girl.

"You got all excited when you told that story," Angelina explained.

"Yeah your eyes lit up," a second year named Aiko said excitedly.

"Yeah Haruhi they did I saw!" Hunny contributed, stopping his dancing to join the girls' conversation.

"Aw wouldn't it be so cute if they had a forbidden love," Squealed another girl.

"Why forbidden," asked one.

"Because everyone thought she was a boy dummy," cried a second.

"Why should that matter," a third yelled.

"Oh Haruhi, tell us, how do you feel about Master Tamaki?" Angelina begged.

"Alright girls, I think it's time to go. We're closing up shop," Kyoya said goodnaturedly. The girls groaned and whined but made their way towards the door. Haruhi wished she could thank Kyoya but he'd already left.

"Haruhi that was the cutest story I've ever heard!" Haruhi felt herself being lifted up and swung in a circle. Tamaki was having one of his freak outs again. He put her down gently.

"Senpai, you're the one who did it, you were there," She laughed.

"I know but the way you told it was SOOoooOOOoo CUTE!" He sung to her. Haruhi giggled again at his silliness.

"But Haruhi?" He said in a questioning tone.

"Yeah?" Haruhi asked stepping nearer to him.

"I heard what you said," He told her scratching his neck nervously.

"Oh," She mumbled her face going red.

"For the record," She felt his lips by her ear. His warm breath tickled her and she felt the chills trickle down her spine. "We'd be lost without you too Haruhi," He whispered. She grinned happily.

"Thanks," she said finally looking up at him. He had his beautiful princely smile on and Haruhi couldn't help but smile back. Haruhi looked him up and down as he walked away to say goodbye to the girls. "Tamaki looks very good in his police man uniform," she thought with a blush. Haruhi had never blushed this many times in one day.