Romeo, But Not Juliet

Chapter 1, Prologue:

"Tell me a lie...just- one lie," I say as bravely as I can. My voice is shaking but I don't want him to notice my quivering lip or my tear stained eyes. I don't want him to see how dependent on him I've become.

He's beautiful, and amazing, and everything good in this world. I wish he'd chosen me. I wish he'd leave her for me.

But most of all, I wish I could forget him. His stupid hair, his stupid smirk, his stupid, stupid hands. Would things be better if I had never met him? Would this pain in my heart go away if he didn't exist to me?

What happens if he's my Romeo, but I'm not his Juliet? I love him, with all my heart. I mean that. Every fiber, every cell of my being wants him to love me as much as I love him. But she's his Juliet. And I am nothing. Nothing.

Even if for a second I thought I meant something to him.

Chapter 2:

"Hey, you okay?" Harry asked me, rubbing his thumb on my jaw. And I fell in love with him again. His hands, so large and comforting. I won't say we were like perfect puzzle pieces that fit together just right, because that's cheesy.

But we were like perfect puzzle pieces that fit together just right.

"Yeah," I said, licking my dry lips, "just thinking." We were watching a movie together, but of course I was thinking of him. Us. HER. Harry's girlfriend. Of course, she's beautiful and perfect too. But she wasn't, well, me. He said he was going to break up with her soon to be with me. But isn't that what they all say?

"Thinking's overrated. Let's just not think," Harry smiled. He didn't have a care in the world. Reason number 2183 to love him.

I owe a lot to Harry. He saved me when I was at my darkest. He saved me, literally. These guys were attacking me, jerks, bullies from my high school. Out comes Harry, protecting me when I couldn't protect myself. I just lay there, taking whatever they gave me. "I'm a worthless piece of shit," I remember saying to myself. I just had a huge fight with my parents. I told them I was bisexual, meaning I liked men and women. They screamed at me, and said I was a disgrace and Satan spawn. I was in so much pain, that I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. I stopped feeling. He took me to his house, and cared for me, until I could smile again. My very own angel.

He caught me off guard by kissing me full on the lips. "Mm," he mumbled against my mouth, "much better than thinking, yeah?" I threw my hands around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands grabbed at my waist and tugged me onto his lap, straddling him. He was bigger than me, much taller. So it was nice not to look up at him for once.

I love his hair. Curly, wonderful, brown locks. I always played with them whenever I could. It wasn't as soft as it looked, but that was ok. He was still the most beautiful person I'd ever met. He'd grown it out a bit, so it flopped around the sides of his face, like hair waterfalls. I could go on and on about his hair, but I'll leave it at that.

At times like this, it was difficult for me to understand why. Why he did what he did, why he could deceive me so well, why-well, just why.

His hands lay on my lower back, pulling me closer and closer. God, I needed him. How I needed him.

"Upstairs?" he breathed against my neck. I tilted my head up, in pure bliss. Harry lifted me up and walked us to my bedroom, slamming me to the wall, my legs still tightly wrapped around him. Our clothes started disappearing as we hungrily kissed for each other.

"Take me to the bed," I told him. He set me down on the mattress and pulled down his boxers, and then my underwear. Harry sighed at the sight of my naked body. I reached out a hand at his stomach. He didn't have abs, but that was ok. He was still the most beautiful person I'd ever met. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again.