James Potter turned over in his bed and sighed. He couldn't sleep. His mind was currently on a beautiful red-headed girl. Like always.
He felt a smile creep up on his face as he thought about her. Merlin, he loved her so much. Her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, her kindness, her concern for others, the way she always stood up for what's right.
It was their seventh year, their last year at Hogwarts. And he was terrified. Terrified of never seeing her again. Terrified of losing her. He wanted to be there for her. To hold her, protect her, love her, and be there for her. It was their last year and James had changed. Changed not only for her, but because of her. This had led to them becoming friends, but it just wasn't enough. He couldn't be just friends with her.
With a sigh, he got up and putting on his cloak, walked downstairs to the common room.
But when he reached there, he found out that he wasn't alone. He could recognize her anywhere.
He found Lily sitting on the couch in the common room, staring at the embers in the fire. Its glow outlined her face delicately, as she tucked a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear.
To him, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He looked at her and saw that the usual twinkle in her eyes had gone.
She wasn't crying...no. She was strong, yet her body was shaking slightly, and he didn't miss the pain that flickered in those beautiful, emerald eyes.
He sat beside her and gently cupped her chin and turned her towards him. She looked at him, and he could feel her mask crumbling...feel her succumbing to the pain. It broke his heart to see her like this.
He lifted her in his lap and placing his arms around her, hugged her tightly. He rubbed soothing circles on her back and said gently, "Shh. It's going to be alright,"
She wrapped her arms, around him and let the feeling sink in...the feeling of being with him.
She felt safe with him. She knew he'd changed a lot this year…changed for good. And slowly, she started befriending him, understanding him, liking him.
Despite herself she smiled slightly and whispered quietly, "I know."
He tightened his arms around and said softly, "Don't worry. I'll catch you if you fall."
And she had fallen. Fallen for the man who'd caught her.
Lily Evans had fallen in love with James Potter.
And yes, everything was not okay right now...but with him, it just felt like it would be.
And she knew one thing; he loved her, and she loved him.
And that was enough.
A/N So...this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. Please read and review. :)
RainHolly