A/N: Okay, so lately, I've been obsessing over Lily and James fanfics. They're just so cute! Even though they're wayyyyy older than me. And dead by now. But still.
So, this is a fanfic for my FAVORITE song (at this moment), Won't Stop by OneRepublic. It's such an amazing song!
Okay, so it's more like half a songfic, because I'm only fanficking (I KNOW, that's not a word) half of it.
Whatever, just read it.
Practicing Transfiguration was a bore with Lily Evans in the room.
Heck, even his best friends, the Marauders, were a bore with Lily Evans in the room.
Whoa, he told himself. Get yourself together! You don't really mean that.
But in reality, he knew that he did mean that.
James sighed and ruffled his untidy black hair, and then put his wand down.
Don't look, don't look! He chanted to himself. But his eyes and head turned, almost against their will, to the red haired girl sitting just 30 meters away, on a comfy armchair right next to the fireplace.
All his friend's laughter and surroundings were drowned out as he continued to stare at her, and her silky smooth, fiery red hair that she brushed back, frustrated, from her deep, deep emerald eyes. She was reading, as always, but this time, there was a faint smile on her lips as she read the very worn out, dog-eared book in her lap. (James knew what it was- an old Muggle fairy tale. Not that he'd, um, spied on her or something. Nope. Not at all.)
James allowed himself to stare a little longer.
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.
Then he blinked and tore his gaze away, adjusting his glasses.
He had to admit, Lily Evans was something. It had been five years (Five. Years.) Since he'd realized his love for her, but she hadn't figured it out yet. She might be top of her class, but she was so slow sometimes.
Though, James had to admit, he did try too hard and rush her a few times. And, he thought, tilting his head slightly, he was a little obnoxious. And arrogant. And the occasional toe-rag.
"Was?" he could almost hear Lily preaching him in his head. "You still are!"
Yes, he had an imaginary Lily voice in his head.
He had it bad.
Sometimes, sometimes, they'd have these rare moments when it almost seemed like Lily was considering not ripping his head off and they'd had a decent conversation or two.
But, those moments were almost immediately replaced by shouting matches in the hallways, attracting more people than one of his and Sirius' pranks.
Ah, love. James smiled wistfully and leaned back on the couch he was currently sitting in. He knew people (mostly his friends) though he was crazy to keep going after Evans, but it certainly paid off to see her, whether smiling at him for some unexpected good deed he'd done, or glaring at him, like she was trying hard not to curse him.
James knew. He was absolutely positive that waiting for her was the right thing to do.
He'd swear on this life, on his broomstick, that Lily Evans was the one.
The one he loved, the one his heart beated for. And it just won't stop.
These are the lyrics from the song:
Now I stared at you
From across the room
Until both my eyes were faded
I was in a rush
I was out of luck
Now I'm so glad that I waited
Well you were almost there
Almost mine
They say love ain't fair
But I'm doing fine...
Cause I swear it's you
I swear it's you
I swear it's you
That I've waited for
I swear it's you
I swear it's you
I swear it's you
That my heart beats for
And it isn't gonna stop
No, it just won't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a bad songfic writer. Don't rub it in.
But that song is just so sweet!
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