National Stalk a Commoner Day (Tamaki)

A/N: I haven't watched Ouran in a while so I apologize for the OOC, if there is any.

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Tamaki ran after you, Kyoya slowly walking behind him, eyes burried in his little black book.  Tamaki looks back at him, distressed as you turn a corner, and he can no longer see you.

"Kyoya, hurry up, we're going to lose her!" Yells a distresed Tamaki to an uninterested Kyoya, who seemed to be buying something. Kyoya waves his hand at him, seemingly more intrested in some type of expensive vase he was buying. Tamaki stares at him, mouth agape, violet eyes albeit agitated, before he turns and runs after the (h/c) haired girl who had walked down the path. He follows her, slowly, trying to be stealthy -hiding behind something then quickly running off- and not get caught, failing when he knocks over a trash can that had been in the middle of the street, causing it to fall over. The blonde jumps, letting out a startled noise, trying to quickly clean up the mess he had caused before catching your attention. He had failed horribly though, when you turned around, also startled, to see the blonde stalker of yours, on the ground fumbling about.

It wasn't his fault he had never worked a day of his life, or was it? Because he certinally wasn't cleaning his mess, in fact, it was about three times its original size at this time.

"Uhm... What exactaly are you doing?" You ask, walking up behind him and crouching beside him. The easily depressed host club king, Tamaki, looked over to you, even more distressed than he had originally had been, especially since you were so much closer to him now.

"Uhm, well... You see...I knocked the garbage can over... Accidentally." He gulped, afraid of what your reaction might have been since he had just met you. You raise an eyebrow at him before looking him over and making a face of understanding.

"You're Haruhi's friend, Tamaki. Am I right?" You question him for a second time that day.

"OH? Has my daukghter HAruhi been talking about her daddy then?" Tamaki grins, proudly and fondly. Your (e/c) eyes roll as you shake your head.

"Well... A little. Why don't we clean this up and you come with me, and we'll talk about it."

-*-

"So, princess, I apologize but, I never asked for your name." Tamaki states, looking over to you with -now calm- violet eyes. You sit next to him, with a loud sigh, and you look over to him letting loose a small smile, that wasn't noticeable unless you looked for it.

"My name is (y/n)," You begin before reaching for your television remote. "I'm Haruhi's friend from middle school. Nice to meet you, I guess." You grin brightly now, turning the tv on.

"Well, princess (y/n), nice to meet you." He grins to you before looking to the television tiredly.

-*-

It had been a year and as half since you met Tamaki. As long as you have known him, you have always been learning something about him. He's over dramatic, a little crazy, really good with puppy dog eyes, he's a beggar, has to have his own way, he's the princely type, and so much more. You sit next to him on your couch, much like the first day you had met him, moving to lean on him, you scootch over and sit next to him. This time was differnet, the two of you were much closer. Your phone ran, you picked it up.

"Hello?" You mutter into the phone, there was a muffled and distressed female voice on the other end. "Tell Kyoya that he's busy, jeeze." You said slightly annoyed before adjusting you head so it was against Tamaki's shoulder once more.

"I love you." He grins down at you, pulling you onto his lap and into his arms. A smile spreads across your face as you look up at him and kiss his cheek. He blushes brightly as your head moves back down and against his chest.

"I love you, too."