Disclaimer: I own nothing! Ouran High School Host Club belongs to its respected author Bisco Hatori. This is a KyouyaxHaruhi story. Please give me reviews of what you guys think and your ideas! I would love to hear them!

Summary: One day Haruhi notices Kyouya working like no tomorrow and suggests he take a break. He smoothly says he wishes he could waste his time like a commoner. Haruhi gets irritated by his insensitivity and snaps back well I wish I had the extra time and money like you rich bastards. The next morning Haruhi is Kyouya and Kyouya is Haruhi? How will they deal?

Things Can Get Worse

Ch-1: Haruhi's Point of View- *Present*

I woke up this morning with a really high ceiling over my head. My first thought was, 'How did my ceiling get so high?' I felt really tired more than usual as if I had low blood pressure. I felt weird… I shook my head and it was true; I was in someone else's bedroom. 'How did I get here?' I looked for a clue that could tell me where I was and looked at the nightstand next to the bed. There lie a pair of glasses. 'Those look like Kyouya-sempai's glasses.' I looked at the clock and it was 8 o' clock in the morning.

As soon as I thought that a tall well-dressed butler came in and said, "Good morning young master." I became even more confused. "I came to wake you up, but you already are so I'll take my leave."

I yelled. "Wait!" I froze as did the man and he faced me again with a confused expression asked, "Did you require something?" I thought panicking, 'Was it just me or did I sound like Kyouya-sempai?'

I feared my question more than ever now. "Where am I sir?" The elderly gentleman looked even more confused and replied, "You are home in your bedroom master Kyouya. Are you feeling well?" His expression turned to concern. My expression turned from shock to no expression and hurriedly said, "Thank you. No I'm alright. You may go." The butler bowed and walked out of the room. I bolted to a nearby mirror and saw… Kyouya-sempai. His violet eyes wide awake from my emotions and only wearing pajama bottoms. No boxers… I… Well, Kyouya-sempai blushed and tensed. I closed my eyes muttering, "It's just a dream. I'm dreaming and it's just a dream." In my mind I knew I was in Kyouya-sempai's body. NOOOOO! How did this happen?! I then heard a phone ring it was coming from the nightstand next to the glasses. I ran to the cell phone and checked the caller I.D. It was me that was calling…

-Kyouya's P.O.V.-*Present*

I opened my eyes and felt strange. Well it could have something to do with Haruhi's father Ranka stare adoring into my face. Ranka grinned even more and said, "Good morning my little adoring daughter of mine!." I quirked an eyebrow. 'Daughter?' He grabbed me and hugged me as Tamaki would from time to time do. I looked then at what I was wearing, a frilly pink nightgown. 'HUH?!' I looked at my hands and they were too small to be mine. I threw Ranka off of me and ran towards the bathroom and locked the door behind me. The door muffling Rankas rant of "Haruhi are you feeling well? Come on open up my precious baby girl!" I looked at what he was talking about. I saw that commoners hair, eyes, and body. I shook my head muttering, "No, no, no!" I felt around: first the waist. 'Not mine.' I felt her chest then. 'Most definitely not mine.' I gulped and blushed in embarrassment. 'Her breasts are small, but felt nice.' I removed the thought from my head immediately.

"Ok calm down. There's a reasonable explanation for this." I rambled on and made a quick decision. I shuddered at what I had to do. Act like I was Haruhi. "Dad?" I called out and opened the bathroom door. Expecting the correct reaction I took a step back as Ranka zoomed in from the living room and almost engulfed me in a hug. I remained calm instead of treating him like Tamaki.

"Are you sick? Do you need some chicken soup? I made some just in case!" He rambled worried for his Haruhi was acting weird. I smiled a charming smile and said, "Thanks Dad." I saw the relief on Rankas face that Haruhi is just fine and he left to the kitchen. I think. One fact is that I'm not Haruhi. I thought, "If I'm in Haruhi's body, she must be in mine.' I worried over that fact and searched for the cell the twins gave to Haruhi. I found it on her desk area and dialed in my number. ~Ring~ Ring~ Ring~ 'Come on answer you blasted girl!' I fidgeted impatient. And I heard my voice.

"Hello? Kyouya-sempai?"