Because Love Hurts
This is my first fan fiction so please try and be nice. I know it gets off to a slow start but please bear with me! Disclaimer: we all know I don't own Harry Potter sorry guys….
Chapter 1Hi my name is Bob, I work at my job making forty something dollars a day.
Not really.
Name: James I. Potter
Age: Seventeen
House: Gryffindor
Responsibilities: Head Boy/Gryffindor Quidditch Captain
Friends: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot
In love with: Lily Evans…
Seventeen years of life and that is what it boils down to. My therapist told me to make a deary. Or whatever it's called. It's a muggle thing. It's meant to help me "work through all the complicated stuff in my head and help me make sense of who I am." As if, still I might as well try it.
And plus… chicks dig it.
I'm sitting in the prefect's carriage - I still can't quite believe I'm here – waiting for Lily and the rest of the prefects. I know she is going to FLIP when she finds out I'm Head Boy. It'll be priceless.
Lily? Where to start. She has fiery red hair and almond shaped emerald green eyes. She's perfect, and I'm in love. According to Remus I've asked her out more than six hundred and fifty times.
And she has rejected me more than six hundred and fifty times.
Every rejection cuts through me like a knife. Nobody gets to me quite the way she does. But through it all, I love I her more.
I made a promise, not two weeks ago, that this year I would not ask for anything more than friendship. That I would not pester her, and I would do my best to stop getting on her nerves. Unfortunately that is easier said than done because most of the time I have no idea what it is that I have done to get her back up.
Moony – AKA Remus Lupin. Prefect. All round good boy, sandy haired and prematurely lined. Intelligent lad.
Padfoot – AKA Sirius Black. Adopted brother (ish – he has lived with us since he ran away at sixteen). Womanising bastard. (Oh crap now Sirius can never read this.) Self-labeled "Sex God."
Wormtail – AKA Peter Pettigrew. Small, dumpy, not so great with the ladies. Generally a bit thick (okay I'm being pretty harsh but it's the truth) but a pretty good laugh behind closed doors – that's not as dodgy as it sounds.
Now, I'm putting my deary away. I can hear Lily's voice through the slightly ajar compartment door. She is going to be so mad! Wish me luck.
Sorry I think I forgot to mention… Sirius is my therapist.