A/N: Okay, so this fic is going to jump around a bit. A lot. I just write when I have the inspiration…and if that means I write about when she's a teenager then…I hope that's okay. Thank you to all who reviewed and favourited, I got ver y excited!

do you remember we were sitting there by the water, you put your arm around me for the first time – Mine – Taylor Swift

and she's fourteen years old

Lily's head on your arm as you sit by the river in Godrics Hollow. Tears rolling off her powdered cheek, leaving long, clean lines on her face and down to her neck. They finally land on you arm, that's hugging her shoulders.

"I j-just don't understand," She chokes, tired from the tears that have almost stopped coming "I tried so hard to be a perfect girlfriend. We went out for four months." She pause, and wipes her eyes on a mascara-stained sleeve,"I thought he loved me."

Then she curls against your arm, and you can feel another shudder of sadness run through her.

This wasn't the Lily you're used to. She's meant to be that same, energetic, musical girl who's only wishes are to start a band and own a pet phoenix. What happened to her? She's got to be buried under all these tears.

You just stroke her arm and hug her tighter.

"He sounds like a right idiot." You admit "Imagine, dumping you, he's got to be a lunatic."

She smiles, if weakly, wet cheeks crumpling at the last of her girlish dimples.

"Well, he obviously doesn't go for girls who...who…" she sighs.

"What, Lils?"

"Nothing."

You wait, because she'll tell you anyway. Lily sighs, and lets loose one more drop from underneath her closed eyelids.

"He wanted to meet up…so we could have sex. I said, no I didn't want to - you know I've always said I'll wait until I'm married - and he said that he'd find someone else, then." This is accompanied by a fresh burst of quiet crying.
You inwardly groan. You should have known that someone would try to take advantage of her this way. Because, she is quite frankly, beautiful. Not beautiful like those models in Witch Weekly (don't ask), but her face had a sunny, healthy quality, especially when she didn't cover it in make up. The smile she flashes you when you come to the door lights up her eyes. They're a clear, moss green; the colour of forests and spring.

You look in those eyes now and the werewolf in you feels ready to pounce on whoever dimmed their lights.

You think carefully about your choice of words before speaking. You're surprised about how weak your voice sounds against the gentle thrush of the river.

"He didn't deserve you, Lils. No one does. You keep looking, and you'll find what you're looking for." This sounds so corny, you hasten to add "But not yet – you're far too young." Some mumbling proceeds this somewhat odd speech, and Lily looks at you quizzically. Then she smiles, a slight up-turn of her perfect little mouth, and her eyes regain some sparkle.

"I am looking, Teddy." She whispers, and proceeds to lay her head on your chest.

A/N Yeh. These chapters are getting worse…and longer. Please review! I can take criticism too : )