Gimme Shelter
A/N: I am not a goddess of literature like J.K Rowling, so sadly I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or plots in the awesome novels. Thanks! Please R&R!
Lily sat in her dormitory staring blankly out the window watching the sky turn to an eerie green and illuminate from the lightning. She silently braced herself for the loud boom of thunder only seconds away. She let out a sigh, as terrifying as thunderstorms were there was something oddly calming about the beauty of one. It was so untamed, free, natural. Her emerald green eyes gazed the room for some sign that she was going to be okay in this whole mess. She found nothing.
This whole dumb thing started when that arrogant prick James declared his love for me….again. But this time, it was different. I could tell in his eyes he was serious. I don't know what to do. It's corny, I know. But James is like that thunderstorm, untamed. It would be nice to not feel so uptight all the time. What am I thinking? This is nonsense. I love him. I can't love him. I love him. This sucks.
Only a few dorms away James Potter was staring at the very storm the love of his life was longing to be only moments earlier. He nodded to his best friend Remus as he left to go to the Great Hall for a late snack. James propped himself up on the bed to sit Indian style and think about the giant mess he had caused for the girl he cared about most in the world. He tussled his already messy jet black hair and leaned back to purposely bang his head against his headboard.
I am an idiot. I hate myself. She never loved me, she never will. She never even gave me a chance and it's entirely my fault for acting so arrogant and tough. A week ago, a week ago today she saw the real me and she still didn't think I was good enough for her. Well, the truth is, I'm not. She's amazing. The way she smiles when she tells me to get lost is the most beautiful thing in the world, even more beautiful than an angel. God, that was lame. The guys would make fun of me for years for even thinking that. I need her. I wish she was still talking to me. I wish Sirius was still talking to me. Thank God Remus has a heart; otherwise he wouldn't be talking to me. I really screwed up this time. I am an idiot. I hate myself.