L'Amoureuse
Lazy Days
Summary: A series of L/J centered one-shot/drabbles, each of which will be based upon a quote. There will be fifty total. A response to my own challenge, 50 Phrases.
Disclaimer: No, I am not JKR. If I was, I would not be writing on Fanfiction. I also would not have a babysitting job.
50- 'You have the most beautiful eyes- starry eyes.'
Chapter 4- Close Your Eyes To See
James Potter was a mystery to me, even after we started dating. For four long years he fought, bullied, pranked, joked, and flirted his way into my good books. But- for what? What made me, Lily Evans, so worthwhile?
I had some good qualities, I'll admit. I had nice hair, a nice figure (when I didn't overdo it at the feasts), and I was a nice enough person. But wondering what was so special about me haunted me for a few months after James and I started dating. It got to the point that I had to ask him what he thought was so special about me. And I got the strangest answer.
'What do you mean, what's so special about you? I could think of a hundred thousand reasons I fell in love with you.' I looked up, intrigued. That was a lot of reasons.
Seeing my disbelieving face, James started talking again.
'Okay, I'll give you five reasons. You really don't see yourself clearly, do you.' He shrugged. 'You made me work hard to get you to notice me, and that made it all the more worthwhile. You're one of the brightest women I know- it's hellishly intimidating but even more sexy. You don't fawn all over Sirius, Remus, Peter and I- you know that we're people, and not just objects. You are gorgeous- don't make that face, we both know you are. How many was that? Oh yeah, four. Well, for the fifth, I guess I'll go for the first thing I noticed about you. You have the most beautiful eyes- starry eyes.'
What the bloody hell were starry eyes?
He took his leave then, to go map out some Quidditch strategies, and left me to wonder. The truth was, while I thought that yes, I had nice eyes; I was much more attracted to his. If anyone had 'starry eyes', it was James Potter.
The color was indescribable- it was a mix of melted chocolate and hazel and summer and love and flecks of gold and mirth and laughter- all in one eye. You could look at his eyes and constantly find something else that was beautiful about them- they were never ending. Most people say that hazel eyes aren't beautiful, that they are boring and plain. James's eyes could never be boring or plain. There was too much emotion, too much laughter, too much intelligence and understanding in those eyes for them to ever be boring and plain. The fact that they were hidden behind glasses made them even better, because you could only see them from up close, and then you got the full effect of the devastating color surrounded by dark lashes and laugh lines. Even at age 17, James Potter had perpetual lines of laughter around his eyes.
So for him to say that I had starry eyes was what I considered blasphemy. I had pretty enough eyes, but they were nothing compared to James Potter's eyes- those leg-weakening, heart-warming eyes- and I knew that.
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Author's Note: short, I know! I really enjoyed writing from Lily's perspective, though, I never really do it.
In other news, I am now AVIDLY RESEARCHING A BETA. Anyone interested in beta-ing either this story or my other story, Hard To Find, please review/PM me!