Important AN: the story POV switches back and forth between Lily and James every paragraph, starting with Lily. the last line is something they both say. Fair warning its VERY fluffy and sugar sweet. A contrast to what I usually write. But for real, don't drown in the fluff.
I sit here watching you. Do you know that I'm watching? Probably not. I've just started to see you with new eyes. It took so long. Why didn't I see it before? Occasionally someone dancing blocks my line of vision, but not for long, and so I don't mind. You'll still be there when they move. Feelings this powerful scare me but I can't stop them, and I don't think I want to. You sit there on your chair at your table in the corner. I sit here on my armchair by the fire, playing with a piece of my hair. Everyone seems to know you. They congratulate you on your team's win, and they all want to talk to you. You used to talk to me. It was annoying then. Only when you stopped being stupid and childish did I realize how I felt. Sure, you still talk to me, but it's not the same. My best friend comes over and asks me if I'm having a good time. I must have said something that satisfied her because she smiled and went to dance with her boyfriend, but I don't really recall what I said. I'm still watching you; your best friend says something to you. You shrug your shoulders. I wonder what he said. My favorite song comes on. It's a slow one. I want so badly for you to ask me to dance. You stand up. I wonder where it is your going.
I sit here watching you. Do you know that I'm watching? Probably not. I think you're beautiful. Do you realize that? I wasn't joking when I told you I loved you all through the years. You didn't like it. I don't think you like me even now that I've stopped. You're staring into space in my general direction. I won't think for a second you're staring at me. You're playing with your hair, something you always do when you're distracted. I think it's cute. What are you thinking about that's so captured your attention? People keep coming over to me, but I don't pay attention to what their saying. Nod and smile, nod and smile. I might be making a complete fool of myself, but I don't care. I just keep watching you, sometimes out of the corner of my eye. Years of watching have perfected my ability to do so without anyone knowing. Not even you. Your best friend is saying something to you; you still seem distracted as you answer. I wonder what she said. She smiles at you and joins her boyfriend on the dance floor. My own best friend leaves his date and comes to talk to me. He asks me why I haven't asked you to dance yet. I shrug, too preoccupied with staring at you to muster the words for a better explanation. He walks back to his date. My favorite song comes on. Its a slow one. I know what I have to do.
Where are you going? It appears to be somewhere over here. Could you be coming to ask me to dance? No. I shouldn't get my hopes up. I was your joke and you grew bored of me. You're getting closer. The mere presence of you is enough to make my heart beat faster, and I fear it can be heard over all the music. You're standing directly in front of me.
I'm walking towards you. You probably don't realize it yet. I hope you say yes. Please say yes. I swear this will be the last time. If you reject me tonight, I'll leave you alone from now on. If that's what you want, I promise I'll a find a way to do it. You're biting you're lip and your eyebrows are joined together. You're nervous. Could it be because of me? No. I can't get my hopes up. That would just make it harder. I'm right in front of you. There's no turning back. I take a deep breath.
You asked me! You asked me to dance. I nod my head. Words fail me. You lead me to the dance floor. We begin dancing. Far apart at first, but the music makes me bold. I draw closer to you and your eyes widen. I feel your arms snake farther around my waist, pulling me closer.
You said yes! I can't believe you really said yes. You follow me to the dance floor, and I place my hands on either sides of your waist. I want to be closer but I tell myself I have to take it slow. For you. I feel your hands on my shoulders. Are you moving closer? You are moving closer! I fear I might turn to liquid in your hands and fall to the floor in a puddle. But somehow I stay solid and tighten my arms, holding you to me. It feels right, but what do I know?
I don't know anything anymore. Nothing exists outside of you. The weight of your hands on my back, the heat radiating off your body, the tender look in your eyes as they gaze intently into my own. We're so close our bodies are nearly touching. I'm seized with the overwhelming desire to make them do so. I take a breath and move one step closer.
My best friends are all watching us with small smiles on their faces. They know how long I've waited for you. Suddenly you move even closer and everything else evaporates around us. Our bodies are pushed together, the side of your head pressed against my cheek. I can feel your heart beating. It's pounding, really. But then so is mine. I can feel your breathing on my cheek. It's coming in uneven, broken breaths. I'm making you nervous. I never thought that would happen. I bend my head and inhale the scent of your hair. I don't believe I've ever smelled anything as sweet.
The song is coming to an end. Oh how I wish it would never end. I want to stay like this in your arms all night. More than anything I wish for your face to draw close to mine, and to feel your mouth against my own.
The song is ending. Will it break the spell that has been cast over us? I want nothing more than to kiss you. I've wanted it for years. I whisper your name and you look up. Before I have time to think about it I am leaning forward.
And just like that you're kissing me. It's not what I expected at all. It's ten times better. I never knew emotions could be so strong.
My lips are on yours before I really register what's happening. The most incredible thing is you're kissing me back. All I know are your lips, your tongue, your hands, your smell. I didn't know feelings this intense were possible. You break the kiss but our foreheads rest together still. Something needs to be said. You open your moth to speak at the same moment I do.
We speak the same thing at the same time.
I love you.
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