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Author's Note: This is going to be a few chapters... they're going to be short. This is different than my usual style, but tell me what you think :)


The breeze is warm and soft against his cheek as he stands there, waiting. Sirius, his best friend—no, brother stands beside him. Sirius has this small, elegant smile that seems to say I'm proud of you, James and who would have thought? and I'm happy, so fucking happy, for you, man all at once. James' smile, on the other hand, is timid. To be honest, he's feeling a bit terrified. He doesn't have cold feet. Never. He loves Lily, more than anything. He knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, without a doubt. He knows that she is beautiful, magnificent, inside and out and that the only way he will be truly happy is with her.

No, he's afraid that she'll change her mind, decide that she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life with him. I mean, yeah he knows that she loves him and that she thinks he's charming and witty and sexy. He knows this, but he's scared it's not enough. After all, if there was ever a chance to change her mind, now would be it.

So he's nervous, so fucking nervous.

But all this anxiety and that little timid smile is swallowed up by this goofily ecstatic grin as she turns the corner and pauses at the beginning of the aisle.

She's beautiful, gorgeous, a vision in white, but it's her smile that shines brighter than her done up hair and her ivory dress. When her eyes meet his, she grins that same grin and they're both beaming.