It's a Beautiful Day
Now Watch Some Idiot Screw It Up
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
-Mark Twain
If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing extremely dark tinted goggles, Harry was sure he would have been blinded by the bright light.
He was then hit with a swirl of red rose petals. Where did they come from? He thought, irritated, swatting a few petals out of his vision.
"Oh! It's a boy!" An amused voice interrupted his exasperated train of thought.
Looking up Harry found himself faced with seven different students. The first one was a blond haired boy with violet eyes, who was sitting on a chair with a rose in hand. The blond rose from his chair to stand in front of Harry, extending his hand.
"Hello, fellow student and welcome to the Ouran High Host Club!" He said with a small charming smile on his face. "My name is Tamaki Suoh, and I am the president of the host club!"
"Let me introduce you to everyone!" he continued on. Placing a hand on Harry's shoulder he turned him towards the rest of the host club.
"The blond one is Mitsukuni Haninozuka," A very cute boy, who looked like he belonged in the elementary division, waved to him. He had short blonde hair, pale skin and large brown eyes. "He's also known as Honey- senpai"
"Next is Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin," Pointing to a pair of smirking red spiky haired twins with golden topaz eyes.
"Takashi Morinozuka, also known as Mori-senpai." The tallest one curtly nodded in his direction. He had short spiky black hair, black onyx eyes and a static expression.
"Haruhi Fujioka" This one had a small framed with short brown hair and large brown eyes, smiled brightly at him. No matter how Harry looked at it, he was sure that Haruhi Fujioka was a girl.
"And Kyoya Ootori" A tall, thin male with sleek black hair and sharp onyx eyes that were covered by glasses nodded.
The one thing all the host club members had in common was the fact that they were all extremely beautiful.
"Hold on. Aren't you the new student?" Haruhi said, realization drawn on her. She had heard that the new student was always wearing a hat, scarf and skiing goggles, but didn't think it was actually true until now.
"Harry Sato, a new transfer student from England, whose parents recently became 'rich' with their small line of bakeries. Which I find interesting because only the best and richest get into Ouran." Kyoya said, closing his black book shut. He had been curious about the new student ever since he had first introduced himself to the class a week ago. "You should know him, Tamaki; he is after all in our class."
The blond did a very good impression of a blowfish, Harry thought, amused as Tamaki's eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing trying to form words. He then managed to splutter out, "It doesn't matter that I didn't notice you! I'm sure that you're..." His sentence was cut off as he finally took a good look at Harry.
Harry lifted an eyebrow, even though he knew that they couldn't see it through his goggles, he was highly amused with this seemingly dimwitted blond.
"Well... I'm sure that you have a good reason for hiding your face from the world with your hideous accessories! But let's just say that some of us are simply lucky to be born as beautiful I am." He finished with a flick of his blond hair and a charming smile. "No one word can describe how inexplicably perfect I am!"
The twins were imitating the blonds' movements behind his back, while having ridiculous expressions on their faces.
A throb of pain shot through his heart- they reminded him so much of Fred and George. Harry closed his eyes for a moment trying to regain his composure. He couldn't think of them now- it would only end up hurting him more.
Tamaki's loud voice ripped Harry's mind back to reality.
"If you had to use one word to describe me, what would it be?
"Attractive? Charming? Or even perfect? How abo-"
Tamaki was unexpectedly cut off when Harry flicked his nose.
"Irritating." That was the one word that he would use to describe the blond before him. Really, Harry couldn't figure out if Tamaki was simply egotistical.
Tamaki froze, stunned into silence, while the twins fell to the ground as they laughed at the so called King of the Host Club. The blond was amusing, Harry had to give him that, even though he had a feeling it would take a while not to insult him every time he opened his mouth.
A soft laugh broke him out of his thoughts. Harry turned to look at Kyoya, his face soft and his hand was trying to cover a small smile.
When he noticed Harry looking at him, his lips immediately thinned to a wide smile. Fake.
Harry was a few millimetres taller than the other, they both had the similar builds, but Harry knew that he would be able to take the other down with no problem; war had made it so he was skilled at fighting.
They starred at each other for a while, Harry knew that the other couldn't see his face, yet he still felt the as if the other was trying to read his mind. Like Snape, Harry thought fondly. But that was impossible; no muggle was able to read other peoples thoughts, only witches and wizards could.
Raking his eyes over the dark-haired boy's body, Harry couldn't help but licked his lips, unseen thanks to his scarf; Kyoya Ootori was an interesting specimen.
He had smooth alabaster skin. Harry's fingers twitched as he fought the urge to run his hands over it to see if it really was a soft as it looked. His onyx eyes were sharp and intelligent, an intelligence that he wanted to test.
Harry was well aware of his appreciation for both genders- he didn't discriminate. And he wouldn't mind having a go at the other black-haired male- if he only wasn't trying to lay low.
The other male was beautiful, yet that didn't explain the feeling of a light tough in his chest when he witnessed the others' smile. The fake smile irked him for some reason; he wanted to wipe it right off the soft looking lips.
Blinking away the strange thoughts, Harry remembered why he was in the club room in the first place.
"I simply came here to return this to you Haurhi," reaching into his pocket, Harry handed her a small led pencil. "You rushed out of the library so fast that you forgot it. I saw it drop out of your pocket"
"Thank you senpai." She said relieved.
"It's fine." He nodded to the rest of the club. "It was nice to meet you all."
With that he turned around and promptly walked out the room, the door shutting after him, leaving behind a bemused club in his wake.
Before Harry arrived in Japan he had bought an apartment in the middle of downtown. Instead of spending time searching for a house, he thought that this way was much simpler; as he owns the apartment and the land it was on, Harry had more privacy than he would have in a house.
His penthouse was an extremely large apartment, taking up the whole top floor of the 33 story building. It was composed of a large living room, a sitting and dining room, with a kitchen, two bathrooms, one master bedroom, a guest room, and a recreation room. With high ceilings and tall floor to ceiling windows that provided more than enough light. The apartment was tastefully furnished with soft colours and expensive fittings.
The living room had white walls and light brown hardwood floors. A large flat screen TV was mounted on the fireplace, and a large white 'L' shaped couch sat in the middle facing the fireplace. A glass coffee table was in front and there were two cerulean love-seats beside it. The curtains that stretched from the floor to ceiling windows were the same shade of blue as the love-seats Finishing off the room was a large full wall mirror, a large cream carpet, some elegant paintings, a few bright flowers, and a large chandelier.
When Harry entered his penthouse, he made his way to the full wall mirror in the living room, inspected himself. When he had arrived in Japan Harry had gotten his eyes fixed so he no longer had to wear glasses.
Bright green eyes, which sat on a flawlessly sculpted pale face, stared back at him. Elegant defined cheekbones, a straight nose, with perfectly lined eyebrows and light pink lips. Short bangs framed his face, with his raven black hair tousled in a messy look. He lacked his famous scar, as it had disappeared after Voldemort was killed. Harry was tall and thin, yet with muscle showing.
He looked perfect.
Perfect huh? Harry though amused running a hand through his soft black hair. He hated how others would always end up complementing his looks- he understood that people were shallow, yet he hated the fact that they would flaunt their simple-mindedness by drooling on him.
The zealous blonde's words rushed back to his mind. What would the blonde have said if he actually knew what Harry looked like? A wide smirk made its way onto his lips at the image of Tamaki sputtering with wide eyes and hands waving with his narcissistic traits.
Throwing his goggles and the rest of his uniform on a love seat Harry made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass and a bottle of Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru. With many glass cabinets, a large garnet island, two stoves, a large double fridge, any world-class chief would have loved to cook in his kitchen.
Re-entering the living room, he gracefully sprawled on the large white couch. Phone in hand he began to dial as he poured himself a glass of wine; he had a feeling that it was going to be a long night.
A ring later the phone was answered and a tired voice rasped out, "Harry. You don't see me ruining your sleep, so you better have a good reason for calling me at this god forsaken hour."
"I need you to find out everything about the Ouran High School Host Club," he replied as if the person on the other end of the phone hadn't spoken at all. "Especially one Kyoya Ootori."
Waking up in the morning was not a pleasant experience. Not at all. Harry ended up dragging himself out of bed, and into the shower before he even felt somewhat awake. He was not a morning person.
While living with the Dursley's, Harry was forced to wake up early. Even during his Hogwarts years he had to be up early for classes. Then the war came and sleep was a luxury that he didn't have most days. Now he had the chance to sleep for how long he wanted and Harry had found that he liked to sleep a lot. Some might have called him lazy; he just enjoyed the fact that he was in a warm bed without having to worry about being killed while he slept.
Harry's bedroom was cream and gold colored, with dark hardwood floors and a soft white carpet. A large emperor sized bed sat in front of a wall, in the middle of the room, a fireplace ahead of it, with elegant French Louis styled furniture. A long white chaise lounge was stationed beside the large glass double doors, which lead to the balcony. While a love seat stood by the double doors of his room. A walk in closet was beside the washroom, and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Carefully changing into his school uniform, with his extra winter wear, Harry made his way to the kitchen indenting to make himself a plate of scrambled eggs and a cup of tea before school.
Class was dull as always- excluding the fact that he could feel two pairs of eyes staring at him the whole entire time.
Of course Harry knew it was Tamaki and Kyoya- who wouldn't? Tamaki was hard to miss, as he was always flaunting himself in class. And since Kyoya sat directly behind him, it wasn't hard to figure out who was trying to burn a whole to the back of his head.
He ignored them, like how he ignored everyone else. His classmates believed he was antisocial, but he just didn't want to talk to them. What would be the point? He found them annoying, shallow, irritating every way he looked at it he just can't find it in himself to be involved with the people around him.
His decision to attend Ouran had been purely for the fact that he had nothing else to do. He had everything planed out; finish high school with as little problems as he could manage.
Meeting the host club was just a bump in the road- and it would remain that way, ignoring them was the best option.
Though bumping into Haruhi Fujioka was not at all planed
"Ah! Harry- senpai. I'm sorry." She said with a frantic bow, as he helped her up from the ground.
"It's perfectly fine Fujioka." He assured, unlike the rest of the school, Haruhi was realistic and down to earth, what with her being the only non-rich person in the whole school.
"Oh senpai, have you seen a school bag around? I seem to have lost mine." She asked with a a thoughtful frown on her face.
Harry smiled, was it just him, or did she always seem to forget things?
"No, but I'll keep an eye out for it." He assured, ruffling her short hair, chuckling as she scowled at him.
Hummed under his breath as he walked through the empty hallway, Harry gazed out the large windows. It really was a beautiful day, clear skies and warm sun.
Looking towards the small pond, he noticed a red haired girl by holding a school bag. Nothing unusual, ignoring her he continued on his way- but when she began to throw books into the pond, he stopped in his tracks.
Why would a girl be throwing her school things into the pond? Answer she doesn't, not unless it's not her own things.
Haruhi had said something about misplacing her bag, didn't she? Harry sighed; this was getting way too troublesome.
When Harry arrived at the music room, the scene he saw was that of Haruhi and the same red head from before arguing with Tamaki, both of them wet.
The girl was definitely denying stealing Haruhi's bag.
"This might help." Harry called out from the entrance, his frigid voice ringing throughout the club room. He was holding pictures of the red haired girl throwing Haruhi's books into the lake. He had taken them with his cell phone once he realized it was Haruhi's bag she was vandalizing.
The girl ended up running out crying. Harry sighed at the high school drama he just witnessed.
Looking back to Haruhi and Tamaki, Harry intervened in their small heart to heart.
"Why don't you get changed, Haruhi?" Harry said, tone leaving no room for argument. "You can't go around with wet clothes."
"So is there a reason you came back?" Kyoya asked his face blank of all emotion.
Before he could say anything Tamaki intervened. "Of course it's beca-"
"No not really." Harry interrupted; chucking when Tamaki looked like he was stabbed in the heart, he really was enjoying tormenting Tamaki too much.
"Why don't you go give these towels to Haruhi-chan, Tama-chan?" Honey said, handing him a pile of towels, successfully redirecting Tamaki's focus. Giving a small nod, Tamaki set out towards Haruhi.
"Hey," the twins began. "Isn't Haruhi still chang-"
A loud scream drifted from the changing room.
"Never mind." The twins said with a smirk.
Tamaki soon came out of the change room with Haruhi right behind him. She was in a girl's uniform, a long yellow dress, with a small red bow.
"Haruhi is a g-g-girl." Tamaki mumbled out face red.
"Well isn't this an interesting development." Kyoya said with a perfectly straight face, voice dripping with sarcasm, causing Harry's mouth twitch upwards, what a strange group of people.
"Hum, a big shock." Harry hummed, his voice unconvincing, riddled with amusement.
A/N: Yay! I finished this chapter! Though I have to say this chapter and the next will be boring, because I want them to be more like introductions to how Harry interacts with the other hosts, then the action will happen in chapter 3 or 4 depending on my mindset.
Oh and I forgot to say this in the prologue: WARNING! This does contain SLASH.
Hope you enjoyed!
