HI! I am currently writing the latest chapter, but I thought that I would go over what I have so far and improve what I can. Thanks to the person who gave me advice on what NOT to do. You know who you are... Hopefully, this won't have the appearance of a self-insert, anymore! (Which it isn't)

My OC, Halley, is in no way related to me. She is a figment of my imagination that I came up with solely for this story. Hikaru was probably getting lonely, anyway. ;)

Notes: Due to complications, everyone will be able to speak English. It would be too complicated if my character from the U.S. was the only one who couldn't understand everybody. :-P Also, I have a lot of things to do, so I will not be updating every day. In addition, I will be going over some minor details, just to make sure that everyone is familiar with a few things, like the fact that Haruhi is a GIRL.

Disclaimer:I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. There would have been romance by now and I would have been rolling in money instead of typing a story on FF.

Dream On by Aerosmith

"Half my life's
in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you"

Chapter 1:

It was a typical day at the prestigious Ouran Academy. To everyone's pleasure, classes had ended, leaving everyone to go their separate ways. The athletes went off to their respective sports, other people left to hang out with friends, and those active in their school community stayed afterward for clubs. This included Haruhi Fujioka, a member of the school's Host Club. The day seemed to drag on for Haruhi, and the exhausted girl sighed when she realized it was not entirely over. The Host Club had yet to begun, meaning she still had an hour of swooning girls and unpredictable boys to deal with.

A large group of students in the middle of a hallway interrupted her thoughts. Haruhi noticed this group and sighed. It took patience to endure those shrieking girls all the time. She was curious as to what had captured their interest this time. Did someone break a nail? Or did one of them get Tamaki-Sempai to smile in their general direction? Haruhi mouth twitched at this thought in an attempt to not smile at their ridiculousness.

This kind of thing was normal there. All of those spoiled, rich girls enjoyed partaking in loud banter, which often involved their school's Host Club. The indifferent Haruhi Fujioka, a member of the club herself, was still surprised as to how they do not ever get bored with this topic. She would have just continued walking, but she had overheard them and abruptly stopped.

"Is she okay?"

"Should I call a doctor?"

"Look, there's Haruhi, he'll know what to do!"

Many girls would be insulted if someone thought they were a boy, but this was an everyday occurrence for Haruhi. Because of an accident, she acts like a boy and works in the Host Club to pay back some debts. It was hard, but it was certainly easier than working as a lackey to the Host Club as a girl. Some people would say that she resembled a boy, anyway, since her hair was very short, unlike the other girls in Ouran Academy. They prefer to show off their long, wavy hair to attract attention to themselves, whereas Haruhi thought things like that were trivial and "didn't really matter."

Harhui was like their knight in shining armor. After brushing her short brown hair away from her huge, chocolate brown eyes, she said, "Oh, of course, what's the problem?" and smiled. It was a small, kind smile that showed her fellow classmates everything was going to be okay. A look in her eyes gave off the feeling that she was unsure, but she was not going to let that deter her from helping this girl.

A few girls fainted after seeing that smile. After all, who wouldn't want a host to smile at them like that? Although Haruhi, a girl herself, did not notice the female student's reactions to this, she unintentionally did this anyway.

The group moved to the side, revealing an unconscious teenage girl. Oh, God, Haruhi thought to herself, frowning. I hope she's okay. She ran to the girl, and knelt down next to her with a worried expression. The young girl was a complete mess! Her green Aeropostale hoodie was only zipped up halfway, revealing the white T-shirt underneath. The girl's black skinny jeans covered her legs and ragged, torn sneakers were on her feet. Her curled, dark brown locks went in all sorts of directions, sometimes covering her face, and almost hid the designer glasses she wore were dangling from the very edge of her nose.

Haruhi gently shook the girl until she started stirring. Many female students began to gasp while clinging onto each other. The bright light from the window and loud footsteps kept the girl from returning to her slumber. The girl assumed she was alone in her room, so she hadn't bothered with covering her mouth when she yawned. This disgusted a few onlookers. Still dazed and groggy from her sleep, she gave a low moan as she slowly woke up. She rubbed her eyes after stretching a bit then revealed a pair of dark brown eyes.

The girl had been asleep on the cold marble floor, so she unintentionally shivered. The girl slowly sat up, and leaned against a nearby wall. It didn't take her long to realize she was not where she should be. The brand new environment of hers was unexpected. Taking the opportunity to observe her surroundings, she stretched some more and scanned the area.

Ouran Academy was indeed an affluent school. Many rich people spend a fortune just to send their child there. It's a miracle that Haruhi, a commoner who was awarded a scholarship, survived with all of the wealthy kids there. Had she not been thought of as a gorgeous male host, she might have been a victim of bullying.

Her eyes widened at the extravagant, wide hallway with pink walls and large arches. She herself had pretty wealthy parents, but they did not have the amount necessary to make all of this possible in her own home. Hell, even if they could, they would not flaunt to this extreme. There were also beautiful flowers on pedestals in what looked like very expensive vases and gigantic windows that almost overwhelmed the entire wall. The view from the window showed that they were on the second floor, looking down at the nearby fountain. This girl suddenly felt the urge to fix her appearance, subconsciously fixing her glasses and zipping up her hoodie.

"Are you okay, Miss?"

The confused girl turned her head to see a very familiar face. If she had not known better, she would say she was face to face with a character named Haruhi from an anime she watched. The similarities were uncanny. She brushed the thought aside, thinking that she had been getting to involved in those shows of hers again, until she realized how familiar her surroundings were. Her eyes widened as she dawned upon the thought that everything resembled the show presently in her thoughts.

The girls, with the exception of Haruhi, each had an extravagant, yellow dress and dark brown shoes. A red bow was neatly placed on the front. However, Haruhi and the boys were dressed in blue suit jackets and black dress pants. Black shoes could be seen on their feet and a matching tie was visible underneath the jackets.

Her eyes became fixated on Haruhi, who was still waiting for a response. Was being in an anime even possible? No, wait, of course not. The girl frowned, surprised she had came up with such a ridiculous idea. Regardless, she had a big problem. And, as we all know, problems need fixing. The girl sighed at this, imagining her parents waking her in her nice, comfy bed. At this point, it was something she might actually prefer.