He's Dangerous

Chapter 3

"Nice house," Harry said, looking at a picture of me as a kid. I had light pink and yellow flowers sticking out of my hair, dirt on my knees and a wide smile plastered onto my face.

"You were a cute kid."

"Thank you. You can go upstairs, my rooms the first right- I'll get drinks," I said, trying to not make it obvious that I was nervous as hell. There's a well known bad boy in my house. A bad boy that I plan to stay away from after this project. Far away, as in he's on one side of the school and I'm on the other.

When I walked into my room with the glasses filled with coke I saw Harry sitting at my desk, looking at my flipping photo slide show that was on my computer. It faded from photo to photo slowly, and I was surprised to see that Harry was smiling at my stupidity.

I cleared my throat making him swing around in the roley chair and smile at me. 

"You're also a cute teenager," he said making my cheeks flush. I swallowed hard and placed the glass on the table next to him before I walked back to my bed and sat down, putting my glass on my bedside table.

"Thanks," I muttered, completely mortified.

"So.. the scene?"

"Yep," Harry said. He rolled himself, still on the chair, towards me and landed right in front of me, smiling a closed mouth smile that sort of took my breath away. I don't even know the guy and he makes me feel like this. I cannot wait to get this project over with.

"Okay so originally Romeo takes Juliet's hand and says-"

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready to stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," Harry cut me off making me stare at him, in awe.

"Uh.. Yea- that."

Harry chuckled and said, "so how would he say that without all the poshness?"

"Uhm.. well for starts instead of 'If i profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this' he could just say 'your hand is like a holy place that my hand in unworthy to visit'," I said, unsure if it made sense to Harry.

"Perfect," Harry said, allowing me to breathe again. "And the rest," he asked, staring at me intently, making me squirm in my seat.

"Uh.. If you're offended by the touch of my hand, my two lips are standing here like blushing pilgrims, ready to make things better with a kiss," I finished as a smile spread out over 

Harry's face and he hang his head, causing his curls to flop onto his forehead.

"Have you done this before," he asked as he raised his head.

"No," I answered, and then I looked down and said, "Then Juliet says 'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm in holy palmers kiss."

"So instead of all that stuff," Harry said, looking down to his paper, frown lines forming on his forehead. "She could just say 'Pilgrim, you don't give your hand enough credit. By holding my hand you show polite devotion. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of statues of saints, holding one palm against the other is like a kiss," he said, looking up to me with worry in his eyes as he finished.

"That was really good," I smiled making Harry let out a breath, not trying to hide the fact that he was holding it.

We ran through the script that day, not acting it out but just changing it to a more modern version. We agreed that we'd act it out tomorrow and then we'd also get Thursday to act it out again. Tow days seemed like enough.