"I can do it, I swear."
"Sure."
"No, really. I'll show you!"
"Harry---"
Before I can say anything else, Harry's up off the couch and making his way to the kitchen.
"No, this is safety hazard," I say, shaking my head at him as he searches for my knife drawer.
"You underestimate me, Rosie."
"Harry, just because the guy on America's Got Talent could juggle knives doesn't mean you can."
"Want to bet?" He grins and slides open the knife drawer.
"You will end up killing one or both of us if you try to juggle those, and I don't want to die because of an idiotic Brit who thinks he can juggle knives."
Harry rolls his eyes. "I'm not idiotic."
"Alright, fine. You're not idiotic, you're just standing beside my knife drawer claiming you can juggle sharp knifes because you saw some moron on America's Got Talent do it." I cross my arms over my chest and Harry let's out a laugh.
"Fine, I'll do it with fruit, then."
"Don't hurt my fruit."
"Have you no faith in my juggling?"
"None whatsoever."
Harry reaches into the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, retrieving a green pear and two ripe red apples.
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Fanfiction2014 Watty Award Winner rose does not like harry. and harry does not like rose. but perhaps the looming threat of a ruthless mastermind and a shady corporate conspiracy can change that for them. because to her, he was like the moon-part of him was a...
