Author's Note: Yey! Here's my take on a somewhat less clichéd Lily-James fanfic. Hope you like it!
The history/past of every character and answers on questions I know would be brewing in you mind will be answered on the following chapters. This is just a little sneak peek on the present. Btw, Lily and Sirius are already dating. In fact, they have bought a house on their own, er, manor.
Lily's POV are italicized.
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Lily gazed in her bathroom mirror with eyes, as exquisitely green as emeralds, glistening with unshed tears.
Why, she asked herself. Why now when everything is as it should be did he decide to come back now? Is it because of his desire to wreak havoc into my life as I had done to his? Is it because of revenge?
But whatever the reason is, she knew deep inside her heart, that He had come back for her. Uncertainty crept into Lily Evan's mind while she continued to gaze blankly at her pale yet as usual, breathtaking reflection revealed in the mirror in front of her. As she was about to turn to put on her bathrobe, she noticed for the first time that her unsteady exhales of breath fogged up the glass.
James.
He used to doodle our linked names on a fogged mirror every morning before giving me a sweet yet chaste kiss on my lips.
Oh god. Is it every one's purpose to bloody remind me of Him?
She forced herself not to shed a single tear. For she knew the moment tears trickle down her cheeks, she has enough reason to hate herself. Hate herself for being foolish. For being weak. For loving him.
Why does only he have this strong and impenetrable hold upon me? Am I being bloody hypnotized or something?
[F L A S H B A C K] – Yesterday, in her exclusive and luxurious office.
Her rich auburn hair twisted in a messy bun, with loose tendrils framing her alluring face, Lily hurriedly scrawled a note on a Post-it and pressed it onto the file she's been scanning for typographical errors, incorrect details and grammar mistakes. Once satisfied to some extent, she was about to press her buzzer to call for Marlene, her secretary, when said secretary burst into her office, her face flushed with suppressed excitement and glee.
"Ms. Lily, these…flowers came for you just five minutes ago." Marlene said, answering Lily's unspoken inquiry.
Lily abruptly stood up and rushed towards the dozens and dozens of red roses held by glittering crystal vases, which were carried by a couple of janitors.
"Are they from Sirius?" Lily asked, unable to contain her joy and admiration for her beau.
"No, ma'm."
"Huh? Then who are they from? Let me guess, is it from Mr. Wood?" Lily inquired, this time, incapable of hiding her frustration and irritation.
"I think the CEO has already gotten over you, Ms., 'cause he was seen escorting his newest business partner outside the building." Marlene trailed off, always freshly supplied with gossip.
"Then, who's it from?"
For some unknown reason, Lily's hand shook as she opened the card. Still, no words could possible describe the emotions surging in her veins the moment she read the note. It bore something heart achingly familiar and close to her heart..his elegant handwriting. There was no name written, but she knew it was him. Undeniably. And He knew only she would recognize it.
James, always the conceited one. He knew I have never forgotten about him in the first place. More importantly, he knew I never will.
It's not my fault. I needed to end it. He was smothering me. I couldn't take it anymore.
" Marlene, give me a few minutes."
With Marlene gone, she collapsed on her seat and placed her head on her hands. Great, just when I thought I could have peace and quiet at last, here comes trouble.
[ end flashback]
She cancelled six meetings just to take a day off. A day allotted solely for thinking. I have Sirius now. Four years of a loving and devoted, not to mention, successful and gorgeous boyfriend. And now, he suddenly decides to come home? After four long years?
The moment news got out that she had broken up with James, her long-time and believed to be" fate-destined" boyfriend, her string of suitors got even, if possible, longer. But out of her thirty or more admirers, she chose the "forbidden" one. The partner-in-crime. The bestfriend. The blood brother. Sirius Orion Black.
With her silk bathrobe hugging every curve in her body, she left her room and descended the stairs to the kitchen, with the very intention of talking and releasing all her problems to her trusted head of the house, who has been with her ever since she was born.
"Corazon?" She called out, almost like a whisper. With a huge burden on her shoulders, speaking is almost a heavy chore for her.
No sight of Cora. Where is she? She was about to shove open the kitchen door, when she stopped dead in her tracks and listened.
Can it be? In her own house? I mean, in my and Sirius' house, er, manor? How dare he!
To confirm her suspicions, she pushed open the door, feigning nonchalance. And true enough, he was there.
A soft gasp escaped her lush red lips as an enigmatic and soulful pair of eyes met hers.
The ghost of her past. A figure in her nightmares she yearned to fill her senses every night.
Her once-forgotten fantasy.
James Potter.
Is back.