The idea of this fanfic was to play with Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, with Harry playing the role of Romeo and Louis as Juliet.
If you've ever read/researched the play, I hope you notice the small similarities - I have stayed fairly close to the original storyline, I hope you understand it won't be completely the same (two rival families) but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
I've also set it in the 21st century and I haven't written it in Shakespearean language, sorry!
Also, if you haven't noticed:
Mark: Mercutio
Ben: Benvolio
Clever, huh?
I hope you enjoy this, any constructive criticism would be nice to hear. If you like it, tell your friends!
This isn't very good - you have been warned.
**NOTE: MY STORY IS IN NEED OF A TITLE, I WOULD BE GRATEFUL OF ANY SUGGESTIONS, THANKS!**
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"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend"
[William Shakespeare]
When it comes to sexuality, I've always considered myself straight. I've never been attracted to men, but something has changed. I can't quite work out what has changed, but something definitely has. Desperate times called for desperate measures so I sought advice from my good friend and bandmate, Mark. He told me I was insane, that this was some phase and it will soon disappear. He also suggested that he, Ben and I were to attend (crash) The Capulets post-concert halloween party in Central London tonight:
"It will be an excellent way to get your mind off your feelings. I'm sure there will be lots of girls there." He said.
I didn't refuse, a party is a party after all and I enjoy parties.
I decided not to dress up too much, I didn't want people to notice me, considering my friends were only there to pick up women and I was only there because my friends wanted me to pick up women. I went with a silver masquerade mask which concealed half of my face and a slim-fit tuxedo, my terrible attempt of keeping it low key. After styling my hair and assuring myself several times that I wouldn't be noticed, I set off to Ben's house.
Ben lived in a fine terraced house in central London. It was sleek and modern, lacking in soft furnishings and homeliness. I did not envy it at all. I stepped up the few white marble steps and faced the striking black door, knocking it twice.
"It's a halloween party, not the Phantom of the bloody Opera!" He chuckled. I simply rolled my eyes at the immature remark and continued to smile.
The atmosphere of the club felt hungry. As if all the young adults that filled the dance floor were desperate for a partner, a lover, a one night stand. Pulsating lights beamed from the black ceiling, creating a mist of coloursthe air grew thicker with the sharp scent of alcohol as I made my way towards the bar. The barman made minimal amount of effort with the halloween theme, he wore a white t-shirt with red stains splattered across the front. I perched on the barstool as I waited for my order, scanning the room for a friendly face. I caught sight of a young man, his face painted bright white, fake blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He intrigued me. The way he moved, arms flailing around, his small lips parted as he breathed steadily. I abandoned the drinks to learn more about this mysterious stranger. Slowly, I made my way closer towards him, however he soon stood from the barstool and made his way to the toilets. In the spirit of Halloween and not being oneself, I followed him.
The toilets were white and brightly lit. They were almost empty, except the boy stood by the sinks who was staring at his reflection in the mirror, mumbling nonsense under his breath. I didn't want to disturb him, I just wanted to observe. But the way he stood, the way he spoke, the way his eyes sparkled under the artificial lights made me wonder how they would look in the gleaming sun. The thought of this stranger caused my heart to pound against my chest. I needed to know more; I needed to touch his soft hands and kiss his sweet lips.
I needed him to be mine.
