Perfect Harmony: Tamaki x Reader

Chapter 1: Cookie Monster

"So, I can eat the rest of your cookies?" A hushed voice asks.

"Yes...you may." I whisper groggily.

A few seconds later, I feel pressure on my stomach. I wake up and feel my chubby younger brother crushing my rib cage. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! YOU'RE THE BEST!" 

"OW! Quit acting like a spaz!" (Brother's name) runs out of the room and does a goofy dance. 

"COOKIES! I'm on my way!" Cookies? Did the little brat just say cookies? Oh hell no! No one is going to eat my cookies!

"LEAVE MY COOKIES ALONE!" I sprint into the kitchen, but it is too late. The snicker doodle cookies I had bought from the local bakery are all over the floor and in my brother's mouth. 

I kneel down to the ground and yell, "Why, Lord! Why!"

My mother, half-naked, sprints into the kitchen as if the house was on fire. She panics, "What's going on?! Are you hurt, (y/n)?!" 

With a blank expression on my face, I stare at the ground and slowly look towards my mom. There is only silence, until it is broken by my brother's crunching. "I'm. Going. To. Hurt. You." I whisper quietly. 

With a creepy grin on my face, I run towards (b/n) with outstretched arms. He exclaims, "Mom! She's gone cookie crazy! What do we do?" He looks at Mom with his big eyes. 

"(y/n)! Stop chasing him!" Now, my mother joins in on our game of tag. 

"He ate my cookies, though!" I cry out.

"I don't have time for this nonsense! I need to be at the market right now! People are waiting for me." Mother explains.

As we continue to run in circles, (b/n) slips on a pile of dirty clothes. With Mom's pink, laced thong on his head, he looks at me with a dazed expression. I stop in front of him and laugh in his face. Before I can give him a nickname, Mom bumps into me and knocks me into the filthy pile.

Infuriated, Mother looks at me with her raging (e/c) eyes, "This is the last time I leave you in charge of your brother." 

"It's not my fault! He took something that wasn't his in the first place!" I protest.

"You're 16 years old, (y/n). You should know right from wrong. You need to take more responsibility and grow up! Now that your father isn't here, you need to step up to the plate and act your own age! That's all I'm asking you to do." There is a moment of silence. Her (h/c) hair falls out of her messy bun as she walks towards her room. 

As I struggle to get out of the pile of muck, (b/n) puts something in the palm of my hand. "I'm sorry, (y/n). I thought you said I can eat them. This is the last one." 

The light brown snicker doodle cookie looks like a lump of coal now. It has flakes of hair on it. "But it's..." I try to explain, but I couldn't finish the sentence. (b/n) is looking at me with his puppy dog eyes. I can't hurt him anymore than I already have.

Instead, I smile, "It's perfect. Thank you for thinking of me." He grins a wide, toothless smile. "(b/n), why did you think I said yes to your question?"

He looks at me with a puzzled expression, "Because you did say yes. You don't remember?" 

I think long and hard about this morning. I don't remember the question or responding to it at all. 

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" 

I ponder, "It's nothing. Go change into the clean clothes I laid out for you yesterday. You have a busy day ahead of you." 

He smiles and runs to his bedroom. 

Mother walks out of her room wearing a white apron and khaki pants. "Is he ready?" 

"Yes, he's changing into his clothes right now." I explain.

"He needs to hurry up or else I'm going to be later than I already am." 

Mom brings (b/n) along with her to the market. Since he's still young, he isn't allowed to go to school yet. Even though he is old enough for preschool, we don't have enough money to pay for it. The only reason why I'm able to go to Ouran is because of my scholarship. If it wasn't for my singing ability, Ouran wouldn't even turn their heads toward me.

I wave goodbye to Mother and (b/n). I take a quick glance at the wall clock. 8:30 a.m. Wait...What? I squint my eyes as hard as I can, but the numbers don't leave the instrument. I'm hella late...I stare at the clock in shock for a minute longer, then sprint the heck outta the apartment building. 

I run as fast as I can down the sidewalk. I have an extra set of clothes in my locker. Once I get to school, I can change into the uniform. I think to myself. In the meantime, I'm in booty shorts and an oversize sweater with the words, "I'm A Potato" on the chest area. This is really embarrassing, but it can't get any worse. My stomach growls loudly. I spoke too soon.

Since my mother works at the market on weekdays, I usually take the bus to school. On normal days, usually. On late days, I have to walk a good 45 minutes. Could this day get any better? As I quickly brush my tangled (h/l) (h/c) hair with my fingers, I feel eyes on me. Oh no. I'm not in the mood for creepers. I think to myself. 

Not wanting to seem obvious, I pretend I'm fixing my sneaker and quickly look behind me. A dark limousine with tinted windows is on the side of the road. Maybe it's just a coincidence. There are lots of rich people in this area after all. Shrugging the thought off, I start to walk again, but this time the limo moves slowly. Being the huge dork that I am, I make a pattern of walking and stopping. Suddenly, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk and fall on my face. 

"Ah!" I squeal. I feel the impact of the rocky concrete on my body. This is one horrible day.

Before I compose myself and stand up, I feel someone's hand touching my shoulder. Suddenly, warmth tickles the tip of my ear. A deep voice whispers,

"You should watch where you're going next time, Miss Potato." 

As I swing my head around, I accidentally head-butt the weird creeper. He grabs his nose and grunts in pain. Before he can lay a hand on me again, I run away. 

When I think I've lost them, I start to walk again. Honestly, I feel kind of bad for injuring that guy. What if he was trying to help me? Speak of the devil, the limo pulls to the side and stops beside me. The backseat window rolls down and I see a familiar face. 

"Hello, Miss Potato. Sorry for scaring you back there." Tamaki apologizes. His nose is gushing out blood like mad. 

In shock, I apologize as well, "I should be the one apologizing. I'm really sorry for busting up your face...with my head." 

He chuckles, "You're funny. What's your name, Miss Potato?" 

"Oh...my name is (y/n) (l/n)."  

Tamaki squints his eyes, "You seem very familiar."

There is an awkward moment of silence...Until he gets out of his limousine and motions for me to go in it. "Please. Let me take you to your destination. It's the least I can do for all the trouble I've caused."

As I am about to say no, I feel a stinging sensation on my knee, "Ouch."

Tamaki looks down at my knee. With a worried look, he says, "You can't walk with an injury like this. Please, get in. Don't deny my invitation. You WILL ride with me." 

I look into his dark blue eyes that are full of concern. His beautiful blonde hair glistening in the sunlight. He looks so angelic.

"Okay..." I hesitate while I limp to the limo.

What's the worst that can happen?