A/N: Just to clear things up, I don't bloody own Harry Potter

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Lily had thought it, but she hadn't spoken it.

Her diary entry for that day wasn't really an entry, but more of a piece of fiction. She'd written the story, and then wondered if she should become an author. The entry read:

October 31st, 1977

They'd been staring at eachother for 30 seconds, 30 long seconds of forever. Their gazes never broke. His hair was rumpled, glasses crooked (to match his crooked grin). His hazel eyes gleamed with mischief. She studied him, listening carefully to the silence, broken only by their breathing.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

And out.

She had never been so aware of herself before. She felt extremely self conscious, wanting to brush that lock of red hair away from her eyes, but didn't want to break the moment. She wanted to stay just like this. The way their gazes met was unbearable. Like being set on fire.

But, she decided, moments like this, are worth every second of tension.

And then, before she chickened out, she did what she had been trying to gather up the courage to do in the last 30 seconds of forever.

Three words.

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"I fancy you"

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Needless to say, Lily's October 31st diary entry was total bullshit. It was fictional.

Yes, that moment had happened. When she was patrolling with James (they were Head Boy and Girl together). Yes, those 30 seconds seemed to last forever, and yes, Lily grew very self conscious, and yes, she did feel like she was literally fucking on fire, but no, the moment hadn't ended with Lily finally 'fessing up and telling James that she liked him, it instead ended with her stuttering an excuse and running off.

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On November 1st, the very next day, Lily's diary entry looked like this:

November 1st, 1977

Words unspoken.

That phrase sounds so pretty and poetic.

But in real life, it's just ugly and heartbreaking.

Yesterday, my words unspoken were: "James bloody Potter, I know I've rejected you countless times in the past and that we are friends now and that you finally got over me, but I fancy the mother humping pants off of you.

I should've said those words.

Who knows, maybe if I did James wouldn't have gotten together with Chloe Catchlove the very next day?

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Written for:

The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt #541

The Variety Of Prompts Challenge, Relationship #3, Words #15, Writing Style #1