AU One-shot
Lily was not a big fan of rain. Something bad always happened to her when it was raining. When she was 3, she slipped on a puddle and got mud all over her new white dress. When she was 10, her sister pushed her outside and locked her outside the rain. She wasn't able to go to school for a week. When she was 15, her sister left her waiting at the school's front gate at 7 o'clock PM. Her excuse was a curt "I was with Vernon's cousin today."
He didn't have a cousin.
"-What do you mean you can't pick me up?" Lily asked her sister.
"I mean, I can't pick you up. I'm meeting with Vernon's family today." Petunia's voice always sounded different on the phone.
"Right. Vernon first, right?" Lily didn't even give her a chance to answer and pressed the red button on her phone. She pocketed her phone as she sipped on her drink. She looked at the cup. Lily was written in a girly manner.
Sigh. She never got along with her sister. Sigh. Where was she gonna find a ride home now? Lily took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Excuse me, Miss. You look sorta down." A young bespectacled man spoke across me.
"Do I look that sad?" She thought aloud. Her cheeks were tinged pink. Her heart skipped a beat.
The man chuckled. "I couldn't help but notice you. My mates and I saw you angrily talk to your phone."
Hep pointed to a group of men at the back of the Café. Two of them were talking while one was reading a book.
She couldn't quite make out the title but the cover looked like it was for a medical student. She looked down at her own book, The Hobbit, a copy passed on from her father to her. She felt the frayed edges of the book.
'I miss dad.' She thought to herself, tearing up a little. She looked around and found a barista, Mia (by the looks of her name tag), staring longingly at the man in front of Lily. Momentarily, the girl, Mia glared at her for a bit before snapping at the girl who tried to call for her attention.
"I'm James. James Harold Potter." The man, James, said. He took out his hand.
"Lily. Lily Marie Evans." She shook the hand. She got her book and shoved it in her bag.
"You know," James chimed in, "there's this really nice Italian place I know downtown-" Lily cut him off.
"And it's a date." She finished for him.
She dug a pen from her bag and wrote a few digits on the tissue she got from her drink.
She handed it to James. "Here."
She stood up, grabbed her drink, and walked outside the door, ignoring the glares of Mia the barista.
She ignored the annoying sounds of cars, the smell of smoke, and the pouring rain.
For the first time, she was thankful for the rain.