Maybe, Just Maybe
By Twilight Always
C.D.J.B
Do you want the real story, or just the lie?
I could lie . . . tell you that I'm not in love with James Potter. It's a lie I've grown familiar with, but have found no comfort in. It's a lie I live with everyday, because of my own pride and fear of maybe, just maybe, being happy. Maybe its pride, I mean, I've spent how many years hating and rejecting him? It's a lie that I've been hiding and living in for so long. I lie I've been hiding behind. I knew he loved me . . . and I knew he wanted to be with me. . . so why was it so hard for me to just tell him.
Sometimes, maybe it's that one person that you just can't stand, is the one person that you just can't get enough of. That's the thing for me, you know. I hated James, he knew it, I knew it, his friends 'The marauders' knew it, my friends knew it, the teachers knew it. . .everyone knew it. But deep down, there was something there, a burning fire that just needed to come out. But I couldn't, and it burned me that I couldn't just tell him that I was completely and madly in love with him. That I wanted to spend my life with him, that I wanted to have children with him, followed by grandchildren, and I wanted to sit on a porch and watch my children and my grandchildren grow up with him. I wanted to marry him after Hogwarts. I just wanted to be with him. Since first year, I had disliked James, for reasons everyone was clear of. 'The Marauders', the pranksters, pranked anyone in the school, ripping through the school like they owned the place. Pranking slytherines, which I have to admit, was rather funny, but he was also always pranking innocent first years, and even on the odd occasion, one of their lest favorite teachers.
But this year...something did change. He stopped being a nosey, annoying, pranker, and became. . .well, kind. . .he wasn't late for class anymore, they still did there pranks, but not as many, and James was being so. . .different. Not bad different, good different. I couldn't help but notice why. When he was with his friends in the library, I would walk in and they were all joking around, laughing hard and loud. I didn't mind it, but he would notice I was there, tell his friends to be quiet and shot me a nervous, yet dazzling smile, and then would procced to try and study hard, while I was there. That's when I started to catch on; he was trying to change, to be who I wanted him to be. He was changing - for me.
He was doing all of that, for me, he was doing everything he could think of to try and get me to realize how hard he was trying. So why couldn't I just admit to him that I loved him!
You know . . . maybe, just maybe . . . I'll tell him I love him.
Authors Note:
Hey guys! I hope you guys all liked it, it's my first story in Lily Evans P.O.V so I hope you all have some good reviews for me =) ;)
P.S. If you guys have any requests for stories you want me to do, go for it, and I'll try to do some.
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