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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