Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story. All honour to J.K Rowling )

A/N : This is my first fanfic ever so I'm a little excited. Normally I only show what I'm writing to my closest friends ( 3), but I decided to put this story online to see if I'm just wasting my time or if I should continue to write. I really enjoyed writing this fanfic and I have to admit that Lily&James is my favourite couple. Please read and review ;D Thanks

Chapter 1: Denying the undeniable ( I know it's a weird title, but I'm tired P )

Okay, just get it over with, Lily. You know you can't handle it by yourself. You definitely need his help

His help? Are you kidding me? I DO NOT need help from James Potter!

Yeah right. 'Cause you are such a good flyer?!

Exactly!

LIAR!

"Oh, shut up!" I yelled to the annoying voice in my head. It had been going on like this all day long. Why the hell couldn't it just shut the fuck up?! People turned around and looked weird at me. Great! Now people think that I'm nuts. Talking to myself and stuff. What's next? That I'm seeing flying pigs? I snort low to myself. I'm walking all alone to the Quidditch field on my way to do something I never thought I would do in my entire life.

OK, now I'm officially saved a spot at St.Mungo's, because I swear that I just saw a pig fly right above me. Oh no, wait. It was just James Potter. They're just as thick headed so it's hard to tell the difference. To my huge annoyance James Potter stopped hanging mid air, right beside me on his brand new broom. It took my entire curb not to say anything to insult his huge ego.

"Er, I was just wondering -," I started, but before I could finish he interrupted me. "If I would go out with you? Of course, sweetie." He smirked at me and I felt anger rise inside me.

"Oh! That's not was I was about to ask you about. OMG! Can't you be serious for just like one second? I was actually trying to have a normal conversation with you!" I yelled at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Lils! Please give me a second chance," He looked at me with puppy eyes that would make any girl in the world give themselves completely to his embrace. But not this girl! NO!

I shot him a dirty look before I turned on my heel and strode away.

Damn, fucking, thick-headed, Potter! He doesn't know how much trouble I had to go through to get myself to ask him for his help!!

You should give him another chance you know… He actually said he was sorry.

Just because he said he was sorry? OMG! How many times a day do you think he's saying those words? I bet that it's the most used word in his vocabulary. Along with all those cheesy pick-up lines that's never working!

Never working? Haven't you seen all the girls who are drooling over him and worship him?

How can you not? They're all over him! It's pathetic!

Ooh.. Do I sense a little jealousy here?

Before I could answer my very stupid subconciousness, James appeared beside me. I looked at him like he was an annoying bug.

"Evans, look. I'm really sorry," I could see in his gorgeous brown eyes that he was sincere.

Damn it! What do I do now?

Accept his apology for goodness sake!

What?! No chance in hell. What on earth are you thinking with?

Your brain

My brain? Do not use my brain to produce such crazy thoughts! It's bickering against my policy!

Your policy? Aha, so tell me exactly what your policy is.

As a matter of fact, I will! My policy is to ignore that mischievous, little Potter-brat until the day I die. I refuse to talk to him more than necessary and our conversations are basically containing monosyllabic words, insulting and yelling!

I don't think you're being honest here. Only three minutes ago I remember you were about to ask him to help you. And here we come back to my point, you need his help! So just accept his apology. Is it so damn hard?!

Yes!

Okey, I'm changing tactic here. Do you wanna get as good record as possible?

Of course!

So, you obviously need his help to pass the snitch-test, right?

Yeah… I suppose

So, then you just ask him to help you! You got it?

Yes! But I don't understand why it has to be him? What about that gorgeous Hufflepuff-seeker. I bet I could get him to help me! Yeah, that was a good idea.

No, it has to be Potter.

But why?!

Because he's the best!

SO?!

Lily, be realistic. You're a hopeless case, you definitely need expert help.

What do you know about that?!

For being the smartest witch in your year, you're surprising me! Duh, I'm a part of you!! I know every little detail about you..

Okey, Okey, point taken! I surrender!

Finally! I thought you would never give up. You're stubborn as a donkey!

So are you!

To my big surprise James was still beside me when I reappeared in this world.

"Why are you still here?" I asked and frowned.

"I was watching you having an inner battle on whether you should ask me about what you were about to ask a little while ago, "

I looked stunned at him.

"How do you-? Why -?" I shook the astonishment of me.

He smirked at me. "So what's your conclusion?"

"That I should ask you what I was about to ask you," I smiled sheepishly at him.

"Go ahead!"

"Okey, here it comes," I took a deep breath. I-kind-of –need-your-help," I hastily said.

"What? I'm sorry. I didn't catch that," he looked confused at me.

My heart was beating like never before and a thousand thoughts were rushing through my brain. Should I lie to him?

No, Lily, you're not a liar, I said to myself.

I re-established my brain before I said it again. This time more slowly to make sure I didn't have to repeat it.

"Of course I can help you," he said and to my huge surprise he didn't have a complacent look upon his face. He actually smiled sweet to me.

Wow, is it just me or did Potter grow up during the summer?

"So what do you need help with," he asked. I was dragged back from my tasks.

"Er, to get into the wizard university in London I apparently need to have some kind of sport grade, and I chose to catch a snitch within a time limit of five minutes because I thought it would be easiest. But apparently I was wrong. And did I mention that I'm a horribly flier?" I looked at him to see how he reacted. Actually he looked quite calm and I could see that he was thinking hard. I guess he was probably thinking about what to say so that I wouldn't snap at him.

"Come with me," he said and turned around. He took me by surprise and I just stood there dumbstruck. When I got my senses back, he was three feet ahead of me. "Wait!" I said and ran after him. "Where are we going?"

"I thought you said you needed help, so that's what I'm going to give you."

"Now?" I said stupidly and stopped.

"Yea'. Is that a problem?" He stopped and searched my face with his gorgeous brown eyes.

OMG! I did not just say that Potter had gorgeous eyes?!? O

"No, of course not," I told him quickly.