Based on the song Mine- Taylor Swift

So this a story i have been wanting to write for a while now but have been busy with other stories and not had time to write it. Anyway i hope you like it please leave a review next chapter will be up either tomorrow or on Friday. Thanks for reading. Oh and if this goes well i will write it in James POV aswell.

You were in college working part time waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk with a fear of falling
Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts

"Excuse me miss would you like to order?" A tall guy had just approached me, the waiter I presume. I was in a cafe after all. He was very handsome; he had shaggy black hair sticking up at all angles and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. He looked like he was about to fall over he was so tired but I guess I stared a moment too long because he looked away awkwardly but smirking. Great I thought typical me making people feel awkward. Bloody brilliant.

"Erm no, not yet can you give me another minute please?" I answered awkwardly; I just wanted to be alone for a while. I wasn't even hungry to be honest; I just needed to get out. So I apparated to Diagon Alley. It was the first place I thought of and then I wound up in this cafe when I realised that it was raining and I wasn't wearing a jacket. The waiter just nodded and walked away. Damn he really was cute, if I was in a better mood I might have spoken to him more

I figured about half an hour had passed when the waiter returned again, the cafe was really busy and he looked a little bit rushed. I figured I would just order a pumpkin pasty just to be polite.

"You know when your reading a book you are supposed to turn the pages" he smirked. Great I had forgotten I had opened up my book, I was just staring at it for the last hour or so. Now he thought I was a total idiot. Not that I cared.

"Yeah" I replied quietly, waiting for this moment to be over so I could go back to daydreaming.

"What you reading anyway?" he asked as though he actually cared and this wasn't just customer and waiter talk.

"Shakespeare" I didn't think he would know who it was anyway considering it was a muggle author

"Oh as in the guy who wrote Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet?" he asked with such interest that I gulped, how did he know this stuff?

"Yeah, you like him?" how I was keeping my cool? I didn't know. It seemed like words were just flowing out of my mouth as this incredibly hot guy was talking to me. I was so used to being the library geek that nobody ever noticed. Why was he talking to me and not little miss fake tits in the corner?

"Yeah I love his work especially Macbeth" was this guy serious? How did a wizard know so much about Shakespeare? I mean I didn't attend the typical Hogwarts I was shipped off to Beauxbatons so I don't know what they learnt in muggle studies but I know for sure they didn't do Shakespeare. My friend went to Hogwarts and we were still really close so I knew all about their schooling system. I however had a muggle mother so grew up reading old classic muggle books. Unaware that I was daydreaming again he coughed and I snapped out of it.

"So you ready to order? Or do you want to read that page again?" he joked.

"Pumpkin pasty please"

"Right away miss?..." he indicated for me to tell him my name.

"Oh Myla Pink" I replied quickly.

"Well, Miss Pink I will get that order for you right away, let me know if you manage to get onto the next page"

"Will do" Damn I was good. How the hell did I just keep my cool there usually when guys I didn't know caught me off guard I would blush like mad and be unable to talk. I liked to be in control when it came to guys after all I grew up with my mother practically helpless.

"So Miss Pink, Why were you so sad earlier?" James asked. I had hung about at the cafe all day. After eating my pumpkin pasty I read my book. I was unaware how long I had been sitting there. I noticed the cafe getting quieter but I was too relaxed to move so I just sat there. Drowning my sorrows in Shakespeare. The waiter from earlier hadn't said anything to me after he delivered my pasty until it had gotten really quiet. At which point he walked over to me and planked himself in my booth and began talking to me. We ended up talking for hours until a small woman with long black hair walked over to us and asked if James could lock up, he agreed and then we went back to talking. In the hours we spent talking I learnt his name, a bit about his family, his school life and what he wanted to be. He also learned a few things about me but I didn't tell him too much. I never do. He wouldn't tell me his last name though incase I judged him like everybody else did. So I didn't push him. He was odd though. I liked him. It was going well until he asked me that question.

"You can call me by my first name you know? And what do you mean? I wasn't sad" I decided the innocent act should work it usually helped me get through awkward situations.

"No thanks I prefer Miss Pink. Well you stared at a book for an hour when you came in here and you day dreamed for all of that time. You were definitely sad about something you could see it in your eyes" Bloody fantastic he was watching me.

"I wasn't sad actually I was just daydreaming"

"Sure, sure" he said sarcastically

"I was and anyway why should I tell you when I don't even know your full name?" he tensed up a bit when I asked him his name again.

"Because then you will judge me and ask why I'm working in a little cafe and it's too long an explanation to be honest" he replied looking right into my eyes.

"I have time" he sighed then took a deep breath.

"James Sirius Potter" he closed his eyes and let out the breath he was holding.

"So?" I asked, I mean big whoop he was Harry Potter's son, it's not a big deal. Well not to me anyway. He looked up, obviously surprised at my response.

"You mean you don't care?" he asked suspiciously

"Not really" I replied. He looked startled; this obviously wasn't the reaction he usually got when he said he was a Potter. Oh well. I was curious however of one thing.

"I am curious though, isn't your family like really rich? So why are you working in a cafe?" I asked. His family were like billionaires now so why was the eldest Potter working in some little cafe in Diagon Alley when he could just be at home. He just smirked and began to talk.

"Well my parents said that they had to work for their living and I would have to work for mine. They said that I couldn't live off their money forever and I agree with them. I'm currently at healing school which costs a lot of money. My parents are paying for half of it whilst I'm here whenever I'm not at school working part- time waiting tables." He was smirking as if he still couldn't believe that I didn't care about his name.

"Oh okay, makes sense. Do you still live with them?" I felt like we were playing 20 questions now.

"No, I left when I got accepted into Healing school. They live in a small town and I wanted so much more than that."He replied casually.

"Oh"

"So what about you where are you living just now?" he asked

"In a tiny little flat with my friend in the centre of London"

"No living with the parents then?"

"No I haven't lived with them for years"

"You seem guarded, whenever I bring up your parents you tense up" I froze, how was he doing this? I bet he can read minds or some other shit like that.

"We all have secrets" I responded quietly

"Yeah I suppose we do" he agreed "So no boyfriend?"

"No, I'm more like a flight risk, with a fear of falling" he chuckled.

"You are some girl Miss Pink"

"Thanks, so what about you? No girlfriend?"

"Nope, most girls don't see past my last name so I don't bother"

I sighed we were both in the same situation. He began looked in my eyes again and began to talk

"Do you ever wonder why we bother with love if it never lasts? I mean all my aunts and uncles all met their wives and husbands at school which makes me think I'm either gay or fucked" he joked. That made me laugh, he was definitely NOT gay.

"I know the feeling, but I don't think I'm gay to be honest" he chuckled again. His laugh was so cute. Myla stop I told myself, you will not be falling for anybody anytime soon. You are a flight risk remember? I looked at my watch 4.52am.

"Shit!" I jumped up "look what time it is! I have to go my roommate will be so worried!" he must have caught onto the time as well because he jumped up too.

"Crap, I have to be at healing school in 2 hours!" he looked at me again and said "Do you have a mobile?"Was this him asking for my number?

"Yes" I answered shyly

"Can I get your number?" he asked pulling .Oh god was this happening? I knew I should have left earlier. I'm a flight risk remember

"Yeah sure" I pulled out a bit, of paper and a pen that muggles use; it was so much easier than carrying a quill and ink. I wrote down my number and handed it to him. He smirked.

"It was nice to meet you Miss Pink"

"You too Mr Potter" he winked then walked to the back so he could begin to lock up. I quietly walked out the front door and apparated to my flat. Heart ready to pound out my chest. Maybe I would let myself fall this time, it couldn't hurt that bad.

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