This is my first story so I apologize for any spelling errors, grammatical failings, and just poor writing style. Please leave a comment criticizing the work, I know it's a little too similar to the beginning of the manga, it's going to get more cannon as I go though, so hang on. Btw, I don't own any of the characters, I'm just playing with them for a bit!

Haruhi walked through the halls of Ouran High School that early afternoon, the school of her dreams if she was honest. She had worked so hard to get here, having to pass some rather difficult entrance exams, and with some amazing grades to get the scholarship she would need if she even dreamed of attending. She had gotten in and gotten the scholarship, now attending school with the rich and famous, or at least their heirs. She was looking for somewhere to study after hours since she had some time to kill before her father could pick her up from school. She had already tried the libraries, the study center, hell even the cafeteria; everywhere she had went was crowded and noisy. Don't these rich kids want to go home to their mansions she thought wearily, I just want to fuckin' study!

Haruhi ended up randomly wandering the halls for a while, admiring the beauty of the school as she looked for that perfect, quiet spot. Suddenly, she spotted the old abandoned music room on the third floor; she had almost overlooked it due to its unassuming door. Finally, somewhere that'll be nice and quiet. Who would want to hang out in an old music room? She thought eagerly as she walked toward it. That was the day Haruhi Fujioka learned two valuable lessons; first never make assumptions, and second to always knock first. Upon opening the door she took a few steps forward before seeing a movement out of the corner of her eye,

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize…" she stammered to a halt, she then made the mistake of looking up; the noise that came out of her mouth at that moment was very unladylike, she was sure. She had managed to walk into a room full of half-naked guys! As she stared in wonder she heard a voice say,

"What's your problem?" Haruhi looked to see that the voice had come from the mouth of a hot redheaded teen. I swear I have seen this guy somewhere she thought, still in a daze.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" She quickly turned her head and suffered a severe, yet short, case of déjà vu when she realized that the second voice came from an identical copy of the first "Anyway, we're not open to the public for another twenty minutes." Oh, I remember now, those twins are in a lot of the same classes as me.

"So get out!" they both spoke in unison. Haruhi blushed and dropped her eyes to the floor mumbling an apology she was sure nobody heard. As she quickly turned to leave she took a step forward, only to bump into someone. When she looked up she saw the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon, he had creamy white skin, blond hair, and gorgeous lilac eyes, which were currently looking past her.

"Stop being rude to customers, you two!" he said sternly, purple eyes flashing. He then fixating his gaze onto Haruhi, his eyes quickly softening,

"Hello young man," he said with utmost sincerity, "and welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club!" Do my clothes really make me look that much like a guy? Haruhi wondered, well I can deal with them thinking that, it's a little less embarrassing this way; so I just won't correct him. Wait did he just say a host club? Realizing the man she had bumped into was still speaking, she hurried to catch up with what he was saying. "… and we at the Host Club have no problem catering to all orientations and fantasies," she heard him finish. Shit, he thinks I'm gay too! I thought it would be less embarrassing not to correct him, but now it's even more so. Shit, what do I do? If I correct him now he'll be embarrassed and that would be rude, especially since he is being so nice to me. If I leave now they'll probably forget all about this in five minutes; yeah that's it I'll just apologize and leave! Quickly bowing, she again mumbled an apology and tried to leave, hoping to escape the embarrassing situation.

However, before she could even manage to lift her foot to make her escape she was stopped by, what appeared to be an elementary student, running full speed toward her and jumping into her arms. The force was enough to knock her back a few steps and into a previously unseen pedestal atop which sat a very elegant vase; both of which went crashing to the floor much to her dismay. The small child in her arms just frowned, his eyes getting big and starting to tear,

"Oops, did I make you hit that? It's my fault it broke isn't it?" his lower lip quivered.

"No, no, it's my fault! I am so sorry!" Haruhi said at seeing the look on his face. Poor little kid, it is kind of his fault, but he didn't mean it. I don't want to make him cry though, I am sure the others wouldn't appreciate that.

"Yay," the small boy shouted gleefully, "then I don't have to pay for it!" What? Wait, does that mean I'm going to have to pay for it? What have I gotten myself into! Way to open your big mouth Haruhi, she scolded herself. A giant of a man walked over and quickly took the gleeful child out of her arms without saying a single word. That was weird, Haruhi thought to herself. She looked back over to the vase she had destroyed and saw a man with black hair, and glasses that looked more expensive that she could ever hope to afford, appraising the damage.

"So, the vase falling was your fault?" he asked her.

"Well, I was the one who bumped into it, but the child, he -" Haruhi rushed.

"I heard you say it was your fault for hitting it. Changing your story now?" He thoughtlessly interrupted her. Shoulders slumping and frown setting in, she shook her head vehemently. "Good, then you take responsibility. That will be eight million yen please," he said stretching out his hand as if expecting her to be able to pay him right then and there. Shitshitshitshitshit, Haruhi's mind rushed, how am I supposed to be able to pay that back? Fuuuucckkkk, I got myself into a real mess now. Think Haruhi, think! The man just stared at her in confusion before suddenly realizing, he was speaking to Haruhi Fujioka. "Wait, you're the commoner who got into Ouran on a scholarship aren't you?" Haruhi stopped her racing thoughts for a moment to nod at the man staring at her. "So you don't have the money to pay for this?" he asked. Haruhi nodded embarrassedly, she was ashamed she could not pay for the vase she broke. "Well then, you will just have to work off the debt you have accrued. Starting now you are the new errand boy for our host club. Oh, and by the way I'm Kyoya Ootori." He said.

"I'm Hikaru,"

"And I'm Kaoru" the identical redheads stated blandly.

"I'm Honey and this is Mori" the small child said in between giggles, still in the arms of the giant. Suddenly Haruhi was grabbed from behind, and spun around, captured by those same lilac eyes from what felt like an hour ago. Pulling her close, he looked into her eyes.

"And I'm Tamaki, the Host Club King!" he declared. What a drama queen Haruhi thought idly. This was shaping up to be an interesting school year.

And that was how Haruhi Fujioka went from being essentially invisible to being the errand boy to the most popular club, ran by the richest and most handsome guys, in the entire school.

I just wanted to thank you for reading my first ever chapter, and ask you to please comment. I am feeling a little lost writing my first story; I know where I want to go just having difficulty putting it into words sometimes.