I own nothing from Ouran Highschool Host Club.

The song Mess is Mine by Vance Joy inspired me to write this story about one of my favorite animes. It wasn't really the lyrics, more the title. You'll see. Ive adapted it some and changed a few things, but that's what I'm supposed to do. Enjoy!

Ch.1

The soft buzz of the alarm clock next to the bed woke Haruhi from her dreamless sleep. Bright sunlight shone through the window and blanketed everything in warm light. The clock read 7:00 a.m. Today was the first day of school. Haruhi got out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, but not before passing her father's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and clothes littered the floor. It also smelled strongly of beer. She could see her father "Ranka" bare from the waist up and under the covers from the waist down, fast asleep. A man she had never seen before lay asleep next to him, completely naked, and thank god, turned away from the door. Haruhi shivered. If her mom had known what her dad had to do now for "extra money" she would be heartbroken. It deeply saddened Haruhi.

She finished getting clean and got dressed. Though she couldn't afford a school uniform, the chairman, Mr. Suoh, had given her one of last year's extra dresses as a gift. It was a sickening shade of yellow and a little itchy, but it served its purpose. Her hair was halfway down her back and a little messy today. Never caring much for appearances, she just pulled it back into a ponytail. Because of the absurd haircut her dad had given her in the past, she was stuck with bangs. That was the only thing she couldn't change right now. Quickly grabbing her bag and slipping on her shoes, she left the house before her dad could wake up and scold her about not curling her hair or putting on makeup. Unlike most girls, she didn't care about her appearance. Last, she put a necklace on. On it, hung a ring of her mother's. She never went anywhere without it. She left the apartment and hopped on her bike,awkwardly because of the dress, and petaled to school. She would be attending Ouran High School, the playground for the most rich, beautiful, and influential. Haruhi knew she was none of those. She had only gotten in because of an academic, all expenses paid, scholarship.

She was the only person riding a bike. All the other students arrived in expensive cars, limos, or strangely, carriages. The only bike racks were near the entrance were old and rusted, but that was the only place she had to leave her bike. In homeroom, she ended up sitting in the middle of the class because of her last name, Fujioka. She couldn't look out the window or fall asleep. The assignments already given were extremely easy, given how smart she was. She was done with them before time was up, so the teacher called her to her desk.

"Ms. Fujioka, Haruhi is it?"

"Yes m'am."

"You are the new scholarship student right?"

She turned a little red," Yes m'am."

"You will have a free period after lunch. Considering that you have already finished today's assignments I want you to go to music room 3 during that time." She winked.

"But, I don't play an instrument. I have no reason to go to the music room for free period."

"Trust me you will enjoy it. Now return to your seat please and wait for the bell."

Haruhi returned to her seat and waited like she was told.

The rest of the classes moved surprisingly fast. It was suddenly time for lunch. Checking her bag, she realized that she had forgotten her lunch. She would just have to buy something in the cafeteria. Once in line, she saw that there was a lot of expensive looking desserts and foods. Checking the prices, the only thing she could afford was a cup of pudding. Hungrily she scarfed it down, alone at a table near the door. She hadn't even eaten breakfast. Suddenly she heard someone yelling her name.

"HARUHI! YOO-HOO HONEY! IT'S DADDY!"

Her father stood in the doorway waving her bento in the air. He was the most beautiful man she had ever know and he even rivaled women sometimes. By now, the whole lunch room was silent and staring at her and him. She got up and ran toward him, pushing them both out the room.

"What are you doing here!"

"I was bringing you lunch. You didn't wake me up this morning to make it for you. I knew you would need it."

"Well I don't need it! I already bought something!"

He looked hurt," I'm sorry sweety. I just... I'm sorry about..."

"I know dad," she hugged him," I hate it too. You should go home and get so rest. I'l eat my lunch. All I could buy was pudding here."

He nodded and kissed her on the cheek," I'l see you in the morning or late tonight."

He left and Haruhi ate her lunch in the hallway, afraid to go back in the cafeteria. After lunch, like the teacher said, Haruhi went in search of Music Room 3. It was up a set of lavishly decorated red stairs and down a hallway hung with chandeliers. Soft chatter and classical music and the sound of clinking silverware could be heard coming through the door. A guy's cheerful laughter carried and a few girls laughed too. Maybe, this wasn't so bad. Haruhi pulled open the door and stepped into the room. The scent of roses wafted into her face and made her dizzy. Suddenly the music stopped and so did the talking and laughing. All eyes were on her. The few gentlemen that were in the room were dressed in victorian outfits and tailcoats. All the ladies around them were extremely beautiful and their hair and makeup were expertly done. They frowned at her. Haruhi could tell that they were dripping in money. Everyone gawked at her as if she were the strangest, ugliest thing they had ever seen. Maybe she was to them. She wasn't rich or pretty. Her clothes were old and used and her bag was covered in marks and scratches. She was poor and the only student here on scholarship. Why would her teacher send her to a room, a party like this, and expect people to like her? With angry tears she whispered an apology and bolted from the room. She didn't even realize that she had just lost her ring or the solid "Wait" that a blonde haired boy had called after her. Haruhi spent her free time in the rose garden alone. She finished the school day and went home on her old creaky bike before any other students could see her. Today had been too embarrassing.

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