Yes, I love Romeo and Juliet! I know too many quotes off my heart, this novel is my life. I love it more than life, and I hope to find my Romeo, just as you guys will! Thanks for the comments guys! You're all so sweet! xxxx
***Melanie's P.O.V***
"He hates me!" I cried out, feeling limp in Harry's arms, as he held me upwards. "The only friend I have left, and he hates me!" I sobbed.
"Shh, all is not lost baby." Harry soothed in my ear.
"It is! It's all gone! My life is nothing but darkness!" I cried, tears spoiling Harry's t-shirt, but I couldn't care less, considering it was Harry.
"You sound like you're from one of William Shakespeare's stories." Harry laughed softly, thinking he was calming me down. I suppose that was yet another thing Harry had learnt about me while stalking me. He had learnt of my love for "Romeo and Juliet."
"How would you know anything of William Shakespeare?" I scoffed. How could somebody so cold hearted as Harry, possible be familiar with Shakespeare? It was full of love, compassion, and relationships that would sooner die, than bring a tear to the one they loved, where Harry was a ruthless being. Although Harry could relate to the ruthless cold war between the Capulet and Montague families, Harry would never be able to understand nor appreciate the un-dying love and commitment shared between Romeo and Juliet.
"Don't be so quick to judge Mel. I just so happen to love William Shakespeare's work. Romeo and Juliet it my all time favourite story." Harry smirked, whilst rubbing circles in my back, in a failed attempt to calm me down.
"You like Romeo and Juliet? Not just because I do?" I asked.
"No. The first thing I thought when I saw you, was I found my Juliet. Shakespeare's work in incredible, the way Romeo and Juliet speak to each other is...captivating."
"You thought I was your Juliet? You're shitting me right?" I scoffed, pulling back in his tight embrace, to see his face, to see if any lie or joke was evident in his eyes, yet I found none. Not a single spec. How could Harry compare me to Juliet?
"It's true. The first thing I said whilst watching you was quotes from novel itself. I found you beautiful, kind, precious, just like Romeo found Juliet." he smiled, kissing me on the cheek, causing me to flinch.
"You are no Romeo." I stated bluntly. "You show your 'love' by pain, whilst Romeo showed his with words, and sweet gestures." I spat.
Harry only smirked at me, dimples showing as he studied my face, staring deeply into my eyes, as if he was trying to act like Romeo, trying to show some kindness and compassion. Although normally I would scream and shout, I didn't say anything or move, grateful Harry wasn't pushing me up against a wall, touching me against my will.
'Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate?" Harry husked in a low voice. "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May." Harry looked lovingly into my eyes, stroking my cheeks faintly. "And Summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines." Harry ran his thumb over my bottom lip, and I remained speechless and he continued to speak out the lines Romeo had once used on his Juliet. "And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd. And every fair from fair sometime declines."
"What...how?" I stuttered, yet Harry shushed me, and continued.
"By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed. But thy eternal Summer shall not fade." he whispered softly. "Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest. Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade." I seemed hypnotized by Harry's words, hanging on carefully to every word he said, speaking along with him in my head, as I too, knew this quote off by heart. "When in eternal lines to time thou growest."
