Turn Around
I find it funny how I can stand here, my arms draped around his, while you pretend you can't see us. While you pretend that you don't know that I'd rather you be the one holding me right now. Instead, you're paging through a book, absorbing the words, not looking at us. Not looking at me. His fingers interlock with mine, and he's caressing my cold hand with his thumb. I look at you, silently pleading. I want you to save me.
How did I get myself into this mess? How is it I'm standing here with the one boy I swore I'd never get close to? Now he's here, holding my hand, whispering in my ear like I'm his.
I'm his.
I want you to stand up and whisk me away and take me somewhere. Anywhere. I don't want to be standing here with him. I want your hand to be the one joining mine. I want you to be the one in his spot.
I don't need James like I need you.
I don't want to hear him laughing in my ear, telling me how much he loves me. He can't love me. He doesn't know me. Not like you do.
You glance up from your book, but only for a moment. It wasn't even me you glanced at. You looked at the table resting in front of you. I mentally sigh, trying to return the laughs and smiles he keeps throwing my way, but you're the only one who has my attention.
I feel like my insides are burning. I'm going to combust at any moment. I yearn for you to notice me, to notice my eyes that are screaming for you to yell at James, to tell him that I'm yours. That I've always been yours.
He's whispering to me that we should take a walk before dinner. I'm sighing to myself
again. Has he not understood yet that I do not fancy a walk with him? You are the only one on my mind.
As I began to cave in, you put your book down. You stand, meeting my eyes for only seconds. My lip is quavering. You pretend you didn't see it. I'm well aware that you did, however. You're trying to stay strong. You know that I belong to James now. You know that you and I are hopeless.
A solitary tear drops from my eye and rolls down my pale cheek. I brush it away as quickly as it fell, but I had been caught.
"Lily, love, what's wrong?"
I wish he wouldn't call me love.
I shake my head, and as I do I look at you for a moment. Your head is hung and you're about to walk out of the common room. I resist the urge to break free of James's grasp and run into your arms.
Don't leave, Remus, I beg silently. Save me, please.
"Come on, love, let's go on that walk before it gets too late."
He's speaking again, and I wish to smack him across the face. He can see that I am hurting, but he hasn't the slightest clue why. He's ready to lead me out, but I am reluctant. I scan the room, pretending to look for my coat.
"Let's go," I say.
Again, I'm giving into James Potter and you aren't doing a damn thing about it.
I hear the click of the portrait a moment later, and you're gone.
A/N: I'm surprised with myself, but also very pleased. Another random HP one-shot. I don't really write HP, but I'm getting really inspired lately. That can be either a good thing or a bad thing. Review, please.