A not so classic James and Lily love story part 1- say what?

My day was ruined when James Potter showed up at my door. Before that it was going great, my family and I were planning a party for my older cousin's wedding. My father hired a piano player, the best he could find in the country. I had no idea it was iPotter!/i By the way I'm Lily Evans. And James Potter has been in love, so he says, with me since first year. And in second years he asked me out, I thought I was too young, and said no, but I also told him my reason. Ever since than he never stopped asking me out, until about four months ago, he really changed, he had stopped playing tricks, grew into a real man. Did I just say that? Think that? UGH!

"Evans is that you?" He asked me with surprise in his voice.

"Yup," I answered back. "So…why are you here?"

"Oh well you see," Potter looked so nervous, it was cute… oh god no! I didn't realize I wasn't listening until he was finished. "You get all that?"

"What, oh I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, what did you say?" I asked Potter.

"I'll shorten it for ya, I'm the piano player, where do I set up?" Why me?

"Uhhh, ov—over there," I said pointing to imy /ipiano. Potter walked over to it and started to play furies by Beethoven. I never heard it so beautiful before in my life! "Wow, you're amazing James!" He stopped right than and there in the middle of the song. Hit wrong notes kind of what you would hear when something bad happens. Like a idun, dun, duuuunnn!/i What could be wrong?

"you—you called me James!" I rolled my eyes, I mean how thick can you get?

"Well that is your name."

"But you never call me that." He was about an inch away from my face; I never realized how amazingly warm and safe his big hazel eyes made me. I started to lean in to him, but than I heard my name being called.

"Lily is the musician here yet?" My father called. He was already dressed in his tux. He looked younger and happier, as he came out of the kitchen.

"Yeah dad, he's here. Would you like to meet him?" I asked my father. I could barely see him in the doorway of the kitchen.

"That would be splendid, darling just splendid!" My father walked toward James, and extended a hand to him; a hand which James gladly shook, "Hello, I'm Edward Evens, very nice to meet you. And you are who, my dear boy?"

"Ah, so sorry, I'm James Lenato Potter, it's very nice to meet you too sir! It is a true pleasure to be here, playing for your niece's wedding." He said. Smooth, very formal, polite, egger, sweet, handsome…Oh god no! No! No! I will not have that, no feelings for James—I mean Potter!

"Well James let me introduce you to my youngest daughter L—"

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Mr. Evans, but I already know Lily Evans here." My father gave a look that said i'where did you to meet?'/i James seemed to understand and answered his unspoken question. "I've –well I know her from school."

My father got a weird, far-out look in his eyes, "you said your surrey name was Potter correct?" James nodded yes. "Ah Lily has spoken so much about you, I should have known she was very far off. You seem to be, upon first true meeting everything I want Lily to—never mind."

"Lily doesn't like me much. In fact she hates me."

"I don't hate you! I just—" but my sentence was cut off short because Fredrick, the groom, came rushing towards us.

"Has anyone seen the entertainment? This is an emergency!" Fredrick looked half dressed in his tuxedo. A green tie, was loosely around his neck, he only had one sock on and a shoe on the sockless foot, and no shoe on the foot with the sock. His hair was half done. His pale grey eyes looked freaked out, disturbed, and sad, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes too.

"Yeah, I'm the…entertainment. What'cha need?" James said. His arm brushed my neck as he put it down, I felt pure electric on the spot. It felt so good.

"I need to change one of the songs, you're to play I need to change I'll be there to not alone. You know the one from that musical? Please tell me you know it."

Fredrick looked frantic. "I might, how's it go?" Fredrick started to sing something. He can inot/i sing, so it sounded pretty bad. James' eyes got bigger. "Yeah I know that song; it's one of my favorites!"

"Perfect, you know you're singing too right?"

"Of course," James said sweetly. "Do you need help, or should I change and warm up?" James was wearing a normal pair of black jeans, with a hole in the left knee. And a very funny shirt, which read: It takes skills to fall on flat surfaces. It had a picture of the man from the front of the bathroom door on it, falling backwards, over nothing.

"Oh…uh…warm up, I'll be fine. Run through all of the songs please!"

"Sure." Fredrick left quickly his brown hair made his eyes look dreamy and tired. My father looked at me and mouthed 'get dressed!' Than left as well.

"So, I guess it's just you and me than Lily." James said shyly.

"I guess so." I said as I blushed.

"This is going to sound so dumb, but when does the wedding start?" I had to laugh at that, who wouldn't the way he said it was so funny.

"In about five hours."

"Oh good," James sighed.

"But" I started, "it'll take us an hour to get to the site, it's an outdoor wedding, and hour to get everyone seated, and greet them. So really you have three hours." James looked scared.

"Why aren't you dressed?" He asked in a quaky voice. Wow, he must really be nervous.

"You're not my husband; I can look bad from time to time." To my surprise James laughed. But before he did I heard him wish he were my husband. I sighed, how sweet!

"Get dressed, than maybe would you want to stay and talk, it'll keep my nerves down."

"Sure," I replied simply. But I was so happy he asked me, I think I might like the new and improved James, he seemed, likeable.

I ran upstairs to my room, to get changed and look…well nice. I came down an hour later and James was wearing a tuxedo, his hair was… still looking messy, but he managed to make it look like that was the point of his hair. It suited him nicely. I've never seen him more handsome in my entire life. He looked up from his playing, and saw me for the first time. His jaw dropped. He stood up, and went over to me.

"You look…wow. Just—you look beautiful. Stunning actually," James baffled. I looked down at my purple dress; with its creases, lines and indents, and slight puffiness of it. I did indeed look beautiful. And the light green hem made my eyes pop; and, also added to the beauty of the dress.

"You don't look to bad yourself James. Mind if I sit?" I said while gesturing to the piano bench. A set for two…

"Not at all," James said, as he gestured for me to sit with him. I blushed.

"So, will you play me something iJames/i" I said as I stressed his name, making him blush. He nodded silently. "Wait! What's Not Alone?" I asked.

"It's the song the bride and groom are dancing to, so, I ireally/i can't mess it up." He said nervously.

I touched his hand, he looked at me happily. "You won't mess up."

"This might sound weird, but since we have two hours since we have to the wedding, I was wondering if you'd help me practice."

"Sure! It sounds like a lot of fun!"

"Really, you mean that?" James questioned.

"Only if you play and sing Not Alone."

"Deal," And with that James started to play, about fourteen seconds into the song he started to sing. I've never heard such a beautiful song in my entire life. He was perfect. His voice seems to fly off the walls, his voice carried so much passion, it was as if the song was written for him, and only him to sing. When he was finished I started to clap. He looked at me a smiled, I felt my heart flutter. And this time, I didn't mind.