This is about how i imagine Lily wouldn't let james in, always seeing his words, as his marauder role, as lies. She knew he was a nice guy but couldn't let go of the fact he was a jerk and wouldn't let his feeling in, and hers neither.
I'm thinking about a chapter for James too. Anyway, sorry for any errors, inglish isn't my first language :/, feel free to point them out. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: The songs belong to Florence and the characters to J.K.
"You took my heart and you held it in your mouth"
"Go out with me Evans"
Bright hazel eyes
"Evans"
Jet black messed hair
"Go out with me Evans"
Crooked half smile
"Evans"
Tall lean boy
"Go out with me Lily"
Sweet boy
"And with a word all my love came rushing out"
"Lily"
Jerk
"So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing"
He was all messed. Messed shirt and tie. Messed hair and glasses. Messed smile and lies. He was messed. He messed with her.
"Potter"
"Potter!"
James
You're a mess. I am a mess.
He made her head a mess
"Evans"
He made her life a mess
"Lily"
He made her heart a mess
Lily
James
"Potter"
"I think i fancy you Evans"
"Stop it"
"I fancy you Lily"
"Stop!"
Lily
James, just stop it
Lily Evans wasn't a girl open to stupid mocking and arrogance. She didn't like the kinds of Potter, empty pretentious jerk that he was.
All about his pranks made her mad, made her want to hex him to oblivion. Made her want to stretch her skin off. Made her want to break his teeth in.
But nothing made her want to end him more them his chase for her attention. She didn't want his words, his lies. He came summoned from the heart of hell wherever she was and started proclaiming his so called feelings.
"And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing"
But nothing was worse than his whispers. When his three comrades weren't chaperoning him, when he wasn't performing for anyone but her. His sweet whispered lies. When she wasn't Evans. When she was Lily. It was the worst.
Lily
He was following her around school into her dreams. He would always lie the sweetest there.
Oh James
"It isn't easy for me to let it go
'Cause I've swallowed every single word
And every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now"
His words were the most charming. They were the worst spell.
"James"
His eyes wouldn't waver to no audience, they were fixed, bright and blown.
"No, James"
He was always flushed there, he wouldn't mess his hair, she would.
Lily
"No"
He would lie and he would lie. What a sweet, sweet lie.
"And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When we both know
The words are empty air
You give me nothing"
Cause what could be more treacherous than James Potter's words when she was the one he was saying them to. Such sweet nothings.