Chpt title: I'll Take Care of You.
A/N: Sorry for typos and errors. I don't mean to trouble you with them.
Times Are Hard And Rents Are High
What Can A Working Girl Do
But Struggle Through Another Day
Then I'll Take Care Of You
James was in the hosipital wing for three days. Beside his sat a worry strichened Lily. Her once well groomed flame bush hair was now forgotten and stingy. Her eyes were swollen with redden patchs around them. She had been working here by his bedside for two days straight. She hadn't attended a single class. One of her friends had been bringing her homework. Now a pile of book lay on the floor next to a stack of unfinished homework. Suddenly Lily had become his. After so long of resisting it was over.
Nights Are Long And Dreams Are Cold
If They're All You Wake Up To
But Should You Rise With Crying Eyes
I'll Take Care Of You
She had fallen asleep once during her stay. It was a feverish and unhealthy sleep. Her eyes kept fluttering open and closed and she fidgitted constantly. Her dreams were haunted with images of kissing James. But this time he was in a coffin. The nurse had assured her over and over that he would awaken, but she hadn't listened. What if he didn't wake up and she never got to show him how she really felt? She need him now and there was no turning back.
So Let Them Talk About Us
Let Them Call Us Funny Things
People Sometimes Do
I Don't Care As Long
As You Know I Love You
Oh, And You Know I Do
Lily no longer cared about her reputation. In the face of everything during the last few days she had lost her worries over school and friends and head girl duties. None of it seemed to matter in light of the new events. To others things migh have seemed simple. A kiss unreturned. Then a temporary illness. What was the big deal? To Lily that was the bid deal. The kiss she had given and not recieved. The near loss of her new found interest. Being James, as it was.
I'll Be There, But You Might Not See Me
It's Never Easy To Get Through
But When The Laughter Dies Away
I'll Take Care Of You
She looked down at him. His eyes closed. Sleep was usually so peaceful. But this was not ordinary. His lids were clamped tighly, causing wrinkles about his eyes. His lips were pursed so thin they were hardly visible. Worst of all was his ashen skin. It was a haunting gray tint. He looked ghostly. But she still sat there, holding onto his hand as if when she released it he would be lost. This once happy, joking young man was now still and pallid, laying in a lonely hospital bed. Lily was detremined not to leave him and no one tried to stop her. The look on her face was enough for anyone to know she was serious.
So Let Them Talk About Us
Let Them Call Us Funny Things
People Sometimes Do
I Don't Care As Long
As You Know I Love You
Oh, And You Know I Do
People had started to whisper. Now with another topic about Lily the school was buzzing. Some were saying that she had done it to him and now was guilty. Maybe it was true. But they meant by way of curses and violence. In the past she would have been horrified to hear this about herself, but now it mattered little. On her only trip out of the wing, she was retrieving clothes, she had been pointed at and taunts of "He wouldn't have you so you tried to murder him!" rung through the hallways. Slytherins were laughing openly at her mourning. But it mattered little. She held her head up high and walked alone so that she could once again be at his side. To be together with James, the only one who did matter.
I'll Be There, But You Might Not See Me
It's Never Easy To Get Through
But When The Laughter Dies Away
Then I'll Take Care Of You
In his sleep James suddenly cried her name. Gaspingly, torturedly. The single syllable disturbed her. It made her heart leap. He was thinking of her. "I'm here. I'll always be here," she had whispered in a cracked voice. She hadn't spoken since she had taken him here. And she meant to keep true to what she said. "I'm Promise." It was her vow. The rest of her life she would take care of him. When he could prank no longer she would be there, hovering over him like a gardian angel. That's what you do when you love someone.
Darling, I'll Take Care Of You
And quite suddenly something clicked in him. His eyelids lifting, revealing bright spots of hazel. They were full of life and contrasted against his waxen skin. Even with the bags under them Lily thought they were beautiful and she flung herself down over him, arms finding their way around his neck. For a moment he seemed to be startled, but she was relieved to feel his hands snake around her back. In this moment they knew they would make it and they would be together, but James let go. "Really?" he asked. Her speech had pulled him from his unconcious state. Her promise of devotion. Her eyes stared into his and she nodded. That was it. He could accept her once again, just as she had finally accepted him.
A/N: Sorry for typos and errors. I don't mean to trouble you with them.
Times Are Hard And Rents Are High
What Can A Working Girl Do
But Struggle Through Another Day
Then I'll Take Care Of You
James was in the hosipital wing for three days. Beside his sat a worry strichened Lily. Her once well groomed flame bush hair was now forgotten and stingy. Her eyes were swollen with redden patchs around them. She had been working here by his bedside for two days straight. She hadn't attended a single class. One of her friends had been bringing her homework. Now a pile of book lay on the floor next to a stack of unfinished homework. Suddenly Lily had become his. After so long of resisting it was over.
Nights Are Long And Dreams Are Cold
If They're All You Wake Up To
But Should You Rise With Crying Eyes
I'll Take Care Of You
She had fallen asleep once during her stay. It was a feverish and unhealthy sleep. Her eyes kept fluttering open and closed and she fidgitted constantly. Her dreams were haunted with images of kissing James. But this time he was in a coffin. The nurse had assured her over and over that he would awaken, but she hadn't listened. What if he didn't wake up and she never got to show him how she really felt? She need him now and there was no turning back.
So Let Them Talk About Us
Let Them Call Us Funny Things
People Sometimes Do
I Don't Care As Long
As You Know I Love You
Oh, And You Know I Do
Lily no longer cared about her reputation. In the face of everything during the last few days she had lost her worries over school and friends and head girl duties. None of it seemed to matter in light of the new events. To others things migh have seemed simple. A kiss unreturned. Then a temporary illness. What was the big deal? To Lily that was the bid deal. The kiss she had given and not recieved. The near loss of her new found interest. Being James, as it was.
I'll Be There, But You Might Not See Me
It's Never Easy To Get Through
But When The Laughter Dies Away
I'll Take Care Of You
She looked down at him. His eyes closed. Sleep was usually so peaceful. But this was not ordinary. His lids were clamped tighly, causing wrinkles about his eyes. His lips were pursed so thin they were hardly visible. Worst of all was his ashen skin. It was a haunting gray tint. He looked ghostly. But she still sat there, holding onto his hand as if when she released it he would be lost. This once happy, joking young man was now still and pallid, laying in a lonely hospital bed. Lily was detremined not to leave him and no one tried to stop her. The look on her face was enough for anyone to know she was serious.
So Let Them Talk About Us
Let Them Call Us Funny Things
People Sometimes Do
I Don't Care As Long
As You Know I Love You
Oh, And You Know I Do
People had started to whisper. Now with another topic about Lily the school was buzzing. Some were saying that she had done it to him and now was guilty. Maybe it was true. But they meant by way of curses and violence. In the past she would have been horrified to hear this about herself, but now it mattered little. On her only trip out of the wing, she was retrieving clothes, she had been pointed at and taunts of "He wouldn't have you so you tried to murder him!" rung through the hallways. Slytherins were laughing openly at her mourning. But it mattered little. She held her head up high and walked alone so that she could once again be at his side. To be together with James, the only one who did matter.
I'll Be There, But You Might Not See Me
It's Never Easy To Get Through
But When The Laughter Dies Away
Then I'll Take Care Of You
In his sleep James suddenly cried her name. Gaspingly, torturedly. The single syllable disturbed her. It made her heart leap. He was thinking of her. "I'm here. I'll always be here," she had whispered in a cracked voice. She hadn't spoken since she had taken him here. And she meant to keep true to what she said. "I'm Promise." It was her vow. The rest of her life she would take care of him. When he could prank no longer she would be there, hovering over him like a gardian angel. That's what you do when you love someone.
Darling, I'll Take Care Of You
And quite suddenly something clicked in him. His eyelids lifting, revealing bright spots of hazel. They were full of life and contrasted against his waxen skin. Even with the bags under them Lily thought they were beautiful and she flung herself down over him, arms finding their way around his neck. For a moment he seemed to be startled, but she was relieved to feel his hands snake around her back. In this moment they knew they would make it and they would be together, but James let go. "Really?" he asked. Her speech had pulled him from his unconcious state. Her promise of devotion. Her eyes stared into his and she nodded. That was it. He could accept her once again, just as she had finally accepted him.