[thankfully, Haruhi's father was out and she managed to get a taxi to Tamaki's mansion unnoticed. but she's not quite so subtle about stumbling her way up the steps to the front entrance, giddy, and she calls out to the windows.]

Tama -- [wait] Scaryface-senpaiiiiii! [she hasn't noticed any strange looks she might be recieving; she's too busy ( Read more... )

Haruhi sat in her futon cupboard, curled up into a tight ball and crying. She had her hands clamped over her ears, but it still wasn't enough to block out the storm. Silently, she wondered when Tamaki was going to come--however, she was distracted from those thoughts when another rumbling clap of thunder echoed through her house.

She hugged her legs ( Read more... )

Haruhi stood in her small, cramped kitchen, waiting for the kettle to whistle. She leant back against the counter and listened for the sound of the doorbell. Why had she agreed to let him come over again? At least she'd convinced her Dad to go to work instead of staying home with her...

A thought occured and she groaned out loud. Oh God, I hope he ( Read more... )