1000 Themes - #325 - Ouran - TamaHaru
Title: Happiness
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Words: 589
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: Tamaki/Haruhi
Where was the happiness? Where was the uplifting feeling of being loved? Where was the gentle thumping of hearts beating together? Where had the sunny day gone in this red convertible, speeding down the road and into the horizon?
Tamaki sighed again, and looked down at his knees. Had this been the right choice? Had he chosen the correct path? Was happiness really waiting for him in France? He didn’t know. He assumed he didn’t know anything. He had been told that for years, that he was a moron, a useless king, a careless idiot who only thought of his own enjoyment no matter the cost that would befall those around him. He was selfish, wasn’t he? He didn’t deserve to have such wonderful friends, such a devoted club. He didn’t. He couldn’t be happy if they weren’t happy, and they obviously weren’t happy when he was around. So…he left.
Éclair was staring at him again. He almost hated the way she would lean in close with her cold theatre binoculars nearly touching his skin. He didn’t like the way she pursed her painted lips and hid her blue eyes from him.
“Tamaki.” Her voice was so smooth and stinging; it reminded him of when actors drank scotch and hissed once the alcohol hit their taste buds. It was attractive but it hurt like hell. “You’re thinking about your friends, aren’t you?”
Tamaki looked at her, aiming his gaze into the binoculars that displayed his reflection. He wondered for a moment if she could see up his nose, but it was only a moment’s thought. He smiled. “Yes, I must admit that I am. I miss them.”
“Even though they think that you’re an idiot?”
He swallowed. “Yes,” he choked, “yes, I do.”
Éclair stared at him some more before giving up trying to see into his soul-or up his nose-and returning to gazing out in front of her. Tamaki did the same.
Then suddenly he heard his name being called over the galloping of horses and the banging of creaky wooden wheels bouncing on the cement haphazardly. He turned and was surprised to see the last person he expected to chase after him-Haruhi.
Haruhi screamed at him, told him he really was an idiot for thinking that the host club didn’t love him, that they didn’t want him there anymore. Tamaki stared at her, not believing that she was there, driving a horse carriage of all things.
Then she fell. The carriage had hit the side, and she flew backwards. He jumped up to prepare to launch himself forward, but Éclair’s hand caught him. She was about to cry. He looked between the sparkling blue eyes and then the small specks that were Haruhi’s abnormally large brown eyes.
He realized then just how stupid he really was.
“Thank you.” he said to Éclair, flashing her a charming smile that came to him naturally. He was honestly grateful for her being in his life these past few days, and he would never lie to a girl.
Tamaki leapt from the car, called out Haruhi’s name, and reached for her. Haruhi’s hand stuck out to grab his, and once their grips met he pulled her close as they fell together. They held each other close together, and as they hit the water Tamaki smiled because he had finally figured it out:
Happiness lay not in France, but in Haruhi’s arms. It lay not in the place he yearned to call home, but in the place he knew was home.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Words: 589
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: Tamaki/Haruhi
Where was the happiness? Where was the uplifting feeling of being loved? Where was the gentle thumping of hearts beating together? Where had the sunny day gone in this red convertible, speeding down the road and into the horizon?
Tamaki sighed again, and looked down at his knees. Had this been the right choice? Had he chosen the correct path? Was happiness really waiting for him in France? He didn’t know. He assumed he didn’t know anything. He had been told that for years, that he was a moron, a useless king, a careless idiot who only thought of his own enjoyment no matter the cost that would befall those around him. He was selfish, wasn’t he? He didn’t deserve to have such wonderful friends, such a devoted club. He didn’t. He couldn’t be happy if they weren’t happy, and they obviously weren’t happy when he was around. So…he left.
Éclair was staring at him again. He almost hated the way she would lean in close with her cold theatre binoculars nearly touching his skin. He didn’t like the way she pursed her painted lips and hid her blue eyes from him.
“Tamaki.” Her voice was so smooth and stinging; it reminded him of when actors drank scotch and hissed once the alcohol hit their taste buds. It was attractive but it hurt like hell. “You’re thinking about your friends, aren’t you?”
Tamaki looked at her, aiming his gaze into the binoculars that displayed his reflection. He wondered for a moment if she could see up his nose, but it was only a moment’s thought. He smiled. “Yes, I must admit that I am. I miss them.”
“Even though they think that you’re an idiot?”
He swallowed. “Yes,” he choked, “yes, I do.”
Éclair stared at him some more before giving up trying to see into his soul-or up his nose-and returning to gazing out in front of her. Tamaki did the same.
Then suddenly he heard his name being called over the galloping of horses and the banging of creaky wooden wheels bouncing on the cement haphazardly. He turned and was surprised to see the last person he expected to chase after him-Haruhi.
Haruhi screamed at him, told him he really was an idiot for thinking that the host club didn’t love him, that they didn’t want him there anymore. Tamaki stared at her, not believing that she was there, driving a horse carriage of all things.
Then she fell. The carriage had hit the side, and she flew backwards. He jumped up to prepare to launch himself forward, but Éclair’s hand caught him. She was about to cry. He looked between the sparkling blue eyes and then the small specks that were Haruhi’s abnormally large brown eyes.
He realized then just how stupid he really was.
“Thank you.” he said to Éclair, flashing her a charming smile that came to him naturally. He was honestly grateful for her being in his life these past few days, and he would never lie to a girl.
Tamaki leapt from the car, called out Haruhi’s name, and reached for her. Haruhi’s hand stuck out to grab his, and once their grips met he pulled her close as they fell together. They held each other close together, and as they hit the water Tamaki smiled because he had finally figured it out:
Happiness lay not in France, but in Haruhi’s arms. It lay not in the place he yearned to call home, but in the place he knew was home.