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Tamaki x Loner! Reader!
Tamaki Suoh rested his curious eyes upon _____.
She was an odd one, that's for sure, beautiful, but undoubtedly odd. She refused to wear the school uniform, she was never doing her homework, and was always late. In fact, if she wasn't the daughter of an extremely rich family, richer than the Suoh's, she'd have been expelled long ago. Known for causing trouble, the other students often avoided her, and she seemed to like it that way.
But Tamaki Suoh wasn't the type to accept that, and be done with it. In his eyes, she was intriguing, confident, and amazing. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if she ever got lonely...
Right now, she was secretly checking her phone beneath the desk, the teacher had not noticed. Well, not until she accidentally played her music at full blast, Tamaki recognized the song as 'Shissou'.
Quickly, she fumbled with it, nearly dropping it in her panic to turn it off. When she did, she laughed sheepishly, looking to the teacher who had his hands on his hips, frowning.
"Miss ____, if you aren't interested in learning, then feel free to leave!" He scolded with a glare. He hadn't literally meant she was allowed to leave, but the poor guy had never taught ____ before.
Her face lit up at the offer. "Thanks, Sir!" She beamed, grabbing her bag and skipping out of the door.
The teacher stared after her, shocked, shaking his head in disappointment.
Smiling softly to himself Tamaki silently vowed he would talk to her today and become her friend.
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Hands in your pockets, you walked down the school corridor, losing yourself in your own thoughts. Little huddles of people in their friend groups were scattered all over the place, and occasionally your shoulder collided with someone else's. You'd mutter a quick apology and carry on.
Why did people bother with friends? It was weird to you, when all they do is lie to you, stab you in the back. You weren't going to let that happen to you, not anymore. You were going to take over the family business in...three years and forty five days. Yes, you kept count. It was a reminder of how long you had left to live your life, to have freedom, before you'd be forced to take on the career, and life style you hated.
"Hey!" You felt a hand on your shoulder, and whipped around.
"What?" You flatly said, studying the face you where met with. It was a boy with neat, silky looking blonde hair, soft bright blue eyes, and a handsome smile. Tamaki Suoh, the one all the girls were madly in love with. All the girls except for you. He was just a flirty rich boy, spoiled and clueless, the same as everyone else in the school.
"I simply wanted to talk to such a lovely lady as yourself." He gave a light chuckle, but you raised an eyebrow at him, groaning a bit.
"Oh? Then get on with it." You began to walk, and he kept the pace, walking beside you, and you received a few jealous glares from other girls, which you ignored.
"That song you were playing was Shissou right?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"I love that song!" He exclaimed.
"Me too." You voice didn't carry any zeal, like his. You purposely made yourself sound bored to scare him off. It didn't work.
There was an awkward silence, but he remained at your side. After a moment or so, he gave you a sideways glace.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." You sighed.
"Why are you always alone?" He stared at you, a quizzical frown on his face.
"Well...Because I don;t see the point in friends, they're just gonna betray you." Tamaki picked up in the hint of sadness in your voice, but let you continue. "Besides, the less people you hang around with, the less drama you deal with, y'know? You have to enjoy life, can't let anyone hold you back. Times only limited..." You looked wistfully to the ground, but then let a grin return to your face. "And just because I'm alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely."
Tamaki sighed, a pitying look in his eyes. "I feel sorry for you, if that's what you believe. Friends are the most precious thing in the world, and once you find a true friend, you never let them go." His gaze softened as he locked eyes with you. "I know you don't believe me, but I want to prove it to you. So, I'd like to be your friend!" His childish attitude returned, but he was still serious.
"Whatever," You muttered, almost at a loss for words.
"Really?! Great!" He hastily, but gently, took your hand and kissed it. For some reason, you blushed at this.
"See you later, ____!" He called as he skipped away.
"Yeah..." You mumbled, marching in the other direction. Why did he care? Why did he want to be your friend? More importantly, why had you accepted?

Over the weeks, Tamaki persistently chat with you. At first, you were cold towards him, flinching at his touch and barely talking. But, you gradually grew to like him, your conversation became longer, and you were more tolerant of his random hugs.
However, you couldn't help but feel annoyed with yourself. Not only had you allowed yourself to make a friend, you'd fallen in love with him. It wasn't that you didn't trust Tamaki, he'd never hurt you on purpose, although he was so dense he might do it accidentally. But it was because with so many other girls fawning over him, you'd never have him. Not only that, but you were betrothed to some snobby boy who was the son of another rich company. But you were keeping that a secret for now...
"Hey, ___?" Tamaki asked you.
"Yeah?" You replied, as the tow of you walked to class.
"After class can you come to the host club? You never come, and I would like to introduce you to some friends of mine."
"Host Club?" You groaned. You were fine with meeting Tamaki's friends, but that damn host club...A room full of fan girls.
"You could say it's a private session, just me and you! I know you're not too fond of the other girls." He explained.
"I guess..." You reluctantly agreed. "And you know me too well!" You laughed, poking his cheek. "See ya then!" You said, sitting at your desk, You'd been put at the front so the teacher could keep an eye on you, whilst Tamaki sat at the back. Not only did destiny separate you, but the teachers too...
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You stood at the door to music room three, hesitantly opening it. You were met with rose petals, and a group of boys, politely, seemingly rehearsed too, saying: "Welcome!"
"Hey." You replied, feeling extremely awkward. Tamaki and Kyoya were there, along with five others. You recognized Kyoya from your class.
"Oh, everyone, this is ____!" Tamaki introduced you, walking over and putting an arm around your shoulders. You'd grown used to this, so you learned how to stop yourself from blushing.
"Oh, the loner you hang around with?" One boy asked, he had orange hair, and was identical to the boy standing beside him. Maybe they were the famous Hitachiin twins?
"The boss has told us lots about you!" The orange haired boys twin said.
"Oh, well, hi." You flatly stated, your defensive side coming out. Tamaki was completely aware you did this with strangers, so he wanted to he you expand your social circle. Not only that, but all the other hosts (A.K.A The twins, Honey and Haruhi) wanted to meet you badly, after Tamaki talked so fondly of you.
Tamaki introduced you to everyone, and then, took you over to his area in the hosting room, so you could have your 'private session'.
"So this is the famous Host Club?" you mused, looking around.
"Yes, are you impressed?" Tamaki asked, smiling at himself. His obnoxious moments could be irritating, yet still funny.
"Well, it's better than detention." You laughed, "Oh, by the way I skipped detention to come here."
"____!" He raised his voice, "Why do you always misbehave?"
"I dunno. Just living my life the way I want to, while I can." You grinned.
"While you can?"
"Yeah, I've only got...two years, two hundred and sixty one days."
"Why?" Tamaki asked, looking both interested and concerned. "Are you moving away then? Please don't go ___!"
"Relax, I'm not moving! But I'm flattered that you want me to stay." you cheekily laughed. His smile returned but he still looked worried.
"So, why did you say while you can?"
You looked to the side and out of the window, gazing sadly and the clouds floating by, at the birds soaring. If only you could be free to live the way you wanted to, but, alas, the world hated you.
"____?" Tamaki persisted.
"Y-You'll see at tomorrow dance." You mumbled softly, then grabbed you bag. "I'm sorry but I have to go." You said, abruptly leaving. He called after you, but you ignored him, not wanting him to see you cry.
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Standing before the mirror, you glared at your reflection. What you saw was not you. There stood a pampered girl, with curled (h/c) hair, and big (e/c) eyes. In the (f/c) dress she wore, pretty as it was she looked frail, weak, and pampered. She wobbled a little bit in her heels, but managed to stand.
Tonight was going to be hell. forced to wear a dress, check, forced to wear heels, check, forced to go, check, forced to go with Dylan, check. Dylan was the boy you were betrothed to. He wore a black suit, and had a thick British accent. He and you had only met this afternoon, and already he scolded you for the tiniest thing 'A women should not swear!' 'A lady shouldn't chortle!' 'Where are your manners? I will not be wed to someone who cannot simply perform a curtsy!' My Jesus, he was more of a mother than anything.
"Are you ready to go, dear?" He called to you.
"Yes." you replied, putting on a sweat voice even though every time he spoke you wanted to vomit. Reluctantly, the two of you headed outside and climbed into the limo. He droned on about himself for the whole ride, he was worse than a teacher. When you arrived you walked inside, greeted with the rooms vintage theme.
"Come, dear. Let's sit down." Dylan says, leading you to a table. You groan. This is going to suck...
(Tamaki's POV)
"Might I say you look lovely tonight." I smiled as the girl I was talking to blushed. She did look lovely, she was a host club regular, although sweet, I had no special feelings for her. No, I saved those for ___.
"Thank you, Tamaki!" She beamed delightedly, before going over to her friends.
I nodded happily, and scanned the room for the umpteenth time tonight. I was looking for ___. Not only was I looking forward to seeing her, but I was worried, after what she told me yesterday.I'd find out tonight, she said, but she seemed so sad, and left before I could say any more.
I hope she's okay...
But then I saw something strange. Something that made me feel something I'd never felt before. There saw was, sat at a table looking extremely bored, yet she also looked, angry? I'd only seen that look on her when a teacher was lecturing her. At the table she sat, a tall boy held his hand out to her, presumably asking her to dance. She shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. Part of me felt proud to see him rejected.
However, that all changed when he forcefully snatched her hand, pulling her up and taking her by the waist. I saw her gasp in surprise, trying to push him away, looking extremely uncomfortable. Quickly, without thinking, I walked over to the two of them, glaring at he boy.
"Good evening, ___." I said happily, and she raised an eyebrow, still trying to push the boy away. "Is this boy giving you some trouble?" I asked.
"Actually, y-" She began, but he cut her off.
"Of course not! I'm merely dancing with my wife-to-be!" He exclaimed, pulling her closer. I felt my blood run cold, and locked eyes with ____.
"W-Wife-to-be?" I repeated like an idiot.
"Yes, now if you don't min-"
"I'm going to the bathroom." ____ said, shoving him away from her, and storming off to the balcony. The boy and I watched her go, until he turned to me.
"I truly am going to have to scold her for her manners..." He tutted, shaking his head.
"She doesn't need that." I growled defensively. "I'm going to check on her." Without another word, I ran after her.
I found her on the balcony, her head aimed up at the sky, her eyes closed, and her hands clasped together. I heard her muttering to herself.
"Please, please...Just let me make my own choice about who I marry, and let me live my own life, please..." Her voice was pleading, she sounded almost broken.
"_-____?" I spoke cautiously. She gasped in surprise, but smiled softly when she saw me.
"Oh, hey." She said, barely whispering.
"Is this what you meant when you said you could only live your life the way you want while you can?" I asked and she nodded.
"Yeah. I'm betrothed to that jackass Dylan, forced to take over the family business. In two years, two hundred and sixty days." She explained miserably. "Sometimes I wonder if I should run away, and now, I'm really considering it.." She murmured.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I replied sadly. "You have two years left though, right?"
"Yeah, two years to decide if I'm gonna run away or not." She scoffed, even though tears were welling in her eyes.
"Please don't cry!" I rushed to her side, hugging her tight. And in my arms, she broke down, weeping loudly.
"I hate it so much! I just want a normal life!" She sobbed, nuzzling into my chest.
"Shh, shh. It's okay." I whispered, stroking her hair. "____, I know this is a very bad time but I-" I began, knowing it was the time. I had to confess my feelings, before it was two late. And if we only had two years to love each other, then so be it, I need her to know.
"I love you, ____. Everything about you, your strong, confident, beautiful and funny. If Dylan doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you, because being betrothed to you, makes him the most lucky man alive and I'd give anything to be in his shoes." She froze in my arms, lifting her head up to meet my blue eyes.
"Tamaki...I love you too!" She cried happily, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Good," I chuckled, my heart pounding in my chest. "Because I've wanted to do this for a long time now." I leaned down, using my thumb to gently raise her chin, and met her lips. We kissed passionately, only breaking apart when the need for air was too desperate.
We smiled at each other. "So, ____, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
She paused. "I'd love to, but.." She gestured inside, to where Dylan was. "I don't know if i can."
"____, I don't care if your betrothed, I love you, and if I can only have two years with you, them so be it. I'm going to make those two years the best two years of your life." I vowed sincerely.
She grinned widely, "Then I will be your girlfriend. But I'm gonna hold you to your words, these next two years better be amazing!"
"They will be!" I promised, pulling her in for another kiss. And they were, the best two years of my life aswell. And when that time was over... well, that's a story for another time.

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Tamaki x Loner! Reader!
Tamaki Suoh rested his curious eyes upon _____.
She was an odd one, that's for sure, beautiful, but undoubtedly odd. She refused to wear the school uniform, she was never doing her homework, and was always late. In fact, if she wasn't the daughter of an extremely rich family, richer than the Suoh's, she'd have been expelled long ago. Known for causing trouble, the other students often avoided her, and she seemed to like it that way.
But Tamaki Suoh wasn't the type to accept that, and be done with it. In his eyes, she was intriguing, confident, and amazing. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if she ever got lonely...
Right now, she was secretly checking her phone beneath the desk, the teacher had not noticed. Well, not until she accidentally played her music at full blast, Tamaki recognized the song as 'Shissou'.
Quickly, she fumbled with it, nearly dropping it in her panic to turn it off. When she did, she laughed sheepishly, looking to the teacher who had his hands on his hips, frowning.
"Miss ____, if you aren't interested in learning, then feel free to leave!" He scolded with a glare. He hadn't literally meant she was allowed to leave, but the poor guy had never taught ____ before.
Her face lit up at the offer. "Thanks, Sir!" She beamed, grabbing her bag and skipping out of the door.
The teacher stared after her, shocked, shaking his head in disappointment.
Smiling softly to himself Tamaki silently vowed he would talk to her today and become her friend.
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Hands in your pockets, you walked down the school corridor, losing yourself in your own thoughts. Little huddles of people in their friend groups were scattered all over the place, and occasionally your shoulder collided with someone else's. You'd mutter a quick apology and carry on.
Why did people bother with friends? It was weird to you, when all they do is lie to you, stab you in the back. You weren't going to let that happen to you, not anymore. You were going to take over the family business in...three years and forty five days. Yes, you kept count. It was a reminder of how long you had left to live your life, to have freedom, before you'd be forced to take on the career, and life style you hated.
"Hey!" You felt a hand on your shoulder, and whipped around.
"What?" You flatly said, studying the face you where met with. It was a boy with neat, silky looking blonde hair, soft bright blue eyes, and a handsome smile. Tamaki Suoh, the one all the girls were madly in love with. All the girls except for you. He was just a flirty rich boy, spoiled and clueless, the same as everyone else in the school.
"I simply wanted to talk to such a lovely lady as yourself." He gave a light chuckle, but you raised an eyebrow at him, groaning a bit.
"Oh? Then get on with it." You began to walk, and he kept the pace, walking beside you, and you received a few jealous glares from other girls, which you ignored.
"That song you were playing was Shissou right?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"I love that song!" He exclaimed.
"Me too." You voice didn't carry any zeal, like his. You purposely made yourself sound bored to scare him off. It didn't work.
There was an awkward silence, but he remained at your side. After a moment or so, he gave you a sideways glace.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." You sighed.
"Why are you always alone?" He stared at you, a quizzical frown on his face.
"Well...Because I don;t see the point in friends, they're just gonna betray you." Tamaki picked up in the hint of sadness in your voice, but let you continue. "Besides, the less people you hang around with, the less drama you deal with, y'know? You have to enjoy life, can't let anyone hold you back. Times only limited..." You looked wistfully to the ground, but then let a grin return to your face. "And just because I'm alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely."
Tamaki sighed, a pitying look in his eyes. "I feel sorry for you, if that's what you believe. Friends are the most precious thing in the world, and once you find a true friend, you never let them go." His gaze softened as he locked eyes with you. "I know you don't believe me, but I want to prove it to you. So, I'd like to be your friend!" His childish attitude returned, but he was still serious.
"Whatever," You muttered, almost at a loss for words.
"Really?! Great!" He hastily, but gently, took your hand and kissed it. For some reason, you blushed at this.
"See you later, ____!" He called as he skipped away.
"Yeah..." You mumbled, marching in the other direction. Why did he care? Why did he want to be your friend? More importantly, why had you accepted?

Over the weeks, Tamaki persistently chat with you. At first, you were cold towards him, flinching at his touch and barely talking. But, you gradually grew to like him, your conversation became longer, and you were more tolerant of his random hugs.
However, you couldn't help but feel annoyed with yourself. Not only had you allowed yourself to make a friend, you'd fallen in love with him. It wasn't that you didn't trust Tamaki, he'd never hurt you on purpose, although he was so dense he might do it accidentally. But it was because with so many other girls fawning over him, you'd never have him. Not only that, but you were betrothed to some snobby boy who was the son of another rich company. But you were keeping that a secret for now...
"Hey, ___?" Tamaki asked you.
"Yeah?" You replied, as the tow of you walked to class.
"After class can you come to the host club? You never come, and I would like to introduce you to some friends of mine."
"Host Club?" You groaned. You were fine with meeting Tamaki's friends, but that damn host club...A room full of fan girls.
"You could say it's a private session, just me and you! I know you're not too fond of the other girls." He explained.
"I guess..." You reluctantly agreed. "And you know me too well!" You laughed, poking his cheek. "See ya then!" You said, sitting at your desk, You'd been put at the front so the teacher could keep an eye on you, whilst Tamaki sat at the back. Not only did destiny separate you, but the teachers too...
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You stood at the door to music room three, hesitantly opening it. You were met with rose petals, and a group of boys, politely, seemingly rehearsed too, saying: "Welcome!"
"Hey." You replied, feeling extremely awkward. Tamaki and Kyoya were there, along with five others. You recognized Kyoya from your class.
"Oh, everyone, this is ____!" Tamaki introduced you, walking over and putting an arm around your shoulders. You'd grown used to this, so you learned how to stop yourself from blushing.
"Oh, the loner you hang around with?" One boy asked, he had orange hair, and was identical to the boy standing beside him. Maybe they were the famous Hitachiin twins?
"The boss has told us lots about you!" The orange haired boys twin said.
"Oh, well, hi." You flatly stated, your defensive side coming out. Tamaki was completely aware you did this with strangers, so he wanted to he you expand your social circle. Not only that, but all the other hosts (A.K.A The twins, Honey and Haruhi) wanted to meet you badly, after Tamaki talked so fondly of you.
Tamaki introduced you to everyone, and then, took you over to his area in the hosting room, so you could have your 'private session'.
"So this is the famous Host Club?" you mused, looking around.
"Yes, are you impressed?" Tamaki asked, smiling at himself. His obnoxious moments could be irritating, yet still funny.
"Well, it's better than detention." You laughed, "Oh, by the way I skipped detention to come here."
"____!" He raised his voice, "Why do you always misbehave?"
"I dunno. Just living my life the way I want to, while I can." You grinned.
"While you can?"
"Yeah, I've only got...two years, two hundred and sixty one days."
"Why?" Tamaki asked, looking both interested and concerned. "Are you moving away then? Please don't go ___!"
"Relax, I'm not moving! But I'm flattered that you want me to stay." you cheekily laughed. His smile returned but he still looked worried.
"So, why did you say while you can?"
You looked to the side and out of the window, gazing sadly and the clouds floating by, at the birds soaring. If only you could be free to live the way you wanted to, but, alas, the world hated you.
"____?" Tamaki persisted.
"Y-You'll see at tomorrow dance." You mumbled softly, then grabbed you bag. "I'm sorry but I have to go." You said, abruptly leaving. He called after you, but you ignored him, not wanting him to see you cry.
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Standing before the mirror, you glared at your reflection. What you saw was not you. There stood a pampered girl, with curled (h/c) hair, and big (e/c) eyes. In the (f/c) dress she wore, pretty as it was she looked frail, weak, and pampered. She wobbled a little bit in her heels, but managed to stand.
Tonight was going to be hell. forced to wear a dress, check, forced to wear heels, check, forced to go, check, forced to go with Dylan, check. Dylan was the boy you were betrothed to. He wore a black suit, and had a thick British accent. He and you had only met this afternoon, and already he scolded you for the tiniest thing 'A women should not swear!' 'A lady shouldn't chortle!' 'Where are your manners? I will not be wed to someone who cannot simply perform a curtsy!' My Jesus, he was more of a mother than anything.
"Are you ready to go, dear?" He called to you.
"Yes." you replied, putting on a sweat voice even though every time he spoke you wanted to vomit. Reluctantly, the two of you headed outside and climbed into the limo. He droned on about himself for the whole ride, he was worse than a teacher. When you arrived you walked inside, greeted with the rooms vintage theme.
"Come, dear. Let's sit down." Dylan says, leading you to a table. You groan. This is going to suck...
(Tamaki's POV)
"Might I say you look lovely tonight." I smiled as the girl I was talking to blushed. She did look lovely, she was a host club regular, although sweet, I had no special feelings for her. No, I saved those for ___.
"Thank you, Tamaki!" She beamed delightedly, before going over to her friends.
I nodded happily, and scanned the room for the umpteenth time tonight. I was looking for ___. Not only was I looking forward to seeing her, but I was worried, after what she told me yesterday.I'd find out tonight, she said, but she seemed so sad, and left before I could say any more.
I hope she's okay...
But then I saw something strange. Something that made me feel something I'd never felt before. There saw was, sat at a table looking extremely bored, yet she also looked, angry? I'd only seen that look on her when a teacher was lecturing her. At the table she sat, a tall boy held his hand out to her, presumably asking her to dance. She shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. Part of me felt proud to see him rejected.
However, that all changed when he forcefully snatched her hand, pulling her up and taking her by the waist. I saw her gasp in surprise, trying to push him away, looking extremely uncomfortable. Quickly, without thinking, I walked over to the two of them, glaring at he boy.
"Good evening, ___." I said happily, and she raised an eyebrow, still trying to push the boy away. "Is this boy giving you some trouble?" I asked.
"Actually, y-" She began, but he cut her off.
"Of course not! I'm merely dancing with my wife-to-be!" He exclaimed, pulling her closer. I felt my blood run cold, and locked eyes with ____.
"W-Wife-to-be?" I repeated like an idiot.
"Yes, now if you don't min-"
"I'm going to the bathroom." ____ said, shoving him away from her, and storming off to the balcony. The boy and I watched her go, until he turned to me.
"I truly am going to have to scold her for her manners..." He tutted, shaking his head.
"She doesn't need that." I growled defensively. "I'm going to check on her." Without another word, I ran after her.
I found her on the balcony, her head aimed up at the sky, her eyes closed, and her hands clasped together. I heard her muttering to herself.
"Please, please...Just let me make my own choice about who I marry, and let me live my own life, please..." Her voice was pleading, she sounded almost broken.
"_-____?" I spoke cautiously. She gasped in surprise, but smiled softly when she saw me.
"Oh, hey." She said, barely whispering.
"Is this what you meant when you said you could only live your life the way you want while you can?" I asked and she nodded.
"Yeah. I'm betrothed to that jackass Dylan, forced to take over the family business. In two years, two hundred and sixty days." She explained miserably. "Sometimes I wonder if I should run away, and now, I'm really considering it.." She murmured.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I replied sadly. "You have two years left though, right?"
"Yeah, two years to decide if I'm gonna run away or not." She scoffed, even though tears were welling in her eyes.
"Please don't cry!" I rushed to her side, hugging her tight. And in my arms, she broke down, weeping loudly.
"I hate it so much! I just want a normal life!" She sobbed, nuzzling into my chest.
"Shh, shh. It's okay." I whispered, stroking her hair. "____, I know this is a very bad time but I-" I began, knowing it was the time. I had to confess my feelings, before it was two late. And if we only had two years to love each other, then so be it, I need her to know.
"I love you, ____. Everything about you, your strong, confident, beautiful and funny. If Dylan doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you, because being betrothed to you, makes him the most lucky man alive and I'd give anything to be in his shoes." She froze in my arms, lifting her head up to meet my blue eyes.
"Tamaki...I love you too!" She cried happily, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Good," I chuckled, my heart pounding in my chest. "Because I've wanted to do this for a long time now." I leaned down, using my thumb to gently raise her chin, and met her lips. We kissed passionately, only breaking apart when the need for air was too desperate.
We smiled at each other. "So, ____, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
She paused. "I'd love to, but.." She gestured inside, to where Dylan was. "I don't know if i can."
"____, I don't care if your betrothed, I love you, and if I can only have two years with you, them so be it. I'm going to make those two years the best two years of your life." I vowed sincerely.
She grinned widely, "Then I will be your girlfriend. But I'm gonna hold you to your words, these next two years better be amazing!"
"They will be!" I promised, pulling her in for another kiss. And they were, the best two years of my life aswell. And when that time was over... well, that's a story for another time.