This is my first Ouran story…its just Haruhi reflecting on her time in the Host Club. Hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or its characters, affiliations, and titles. Ooo, that sounded fancy! ;)
Haruhi's POV
A simple vase. My entire first year of Ouran High was affected because of a simple vase. Well, not very simple, because it WAS 8,000,000 yen. What would that year have been like if I hadn't been looking for a quiet place to study? Who would I be friends with at school? Would I pay any attention to the Host Club at all? I'll probably never know, but it doesn't hurt to wonder. Ever since that day I've been with Host Club. Yes, the Host Club full of goofy, "charming", egotistical hosts. At first I wasn't happy about having to repay the club with my service. It was before I really knew who they were on the inside. Cheesy Tamaki, insightful Kyouya, devious Hikaru and Kaoru, adorable but dangerous Honey, and strong and silent Mori. I always made it seem that it was a total burden being in the Host club. Whenever I made a comment remotely insulting it, Tamaki dove into his emo-corner of depression. I used to believe that the Host Club was a waste of my time. But now, I can't imagine how boring life would get without the characters that are part of me now.
Tamaki may seem like an idiot (trust me, he is sometimes), but he's actually also smart and caring. Kyouya is helpful and actually level-headed. The twins…well, let's just say there's a lot more to their story than it appears. And Honey never fails to surprise me when he snaps into national-weapon-of-distruction-kid mode. When you listen to the silence for a minute, you can almost hear all the thoughts that go through Mori's head. Anyways, the point is that I probably couldn't find anyone else like these guys in the entire school. Their plans are always a hassle, but they manage to keep me entertained, to say the least. So one day, with a lack of my better judgement, I decided to tell them that I actually do enjoy their insane company.
"Hey, Tamaki-sempai? I just wanted to say…I guess I don't mind being in the Host Club. It's actually fun"
The look of pure, almost evil, I'm-gonna-remember-this-forever glee he gave me let me know that I had just made a huge mistake saying that. Now I can't really say that the club is a totally waste of time and energy. Shoot.
Stupid vase.
Me: How was that? Please review!
Tamaki: Wait wait wait…why was Haruhi scared when I got exited?
Me: Well its you being all overly-happy with Haruhi…
Tamaki: What's wrong with my overly-happy face? **Goes into corner rocking back and forth*
Me: Sigh. Well…I tried. Someday, Tamaki…someday.