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Chapter 28
Then, Now, Forever.
Previously --- In the Hospital Wing
"Lily," Remus said softly, "James wants to talk to you." Pause. "Alone. So, we'll wait outside."
And all of a sudden, she remembered.
She remembered the deep voice, a voice she now recognized as James's, asking her why she was mad at him.
Did she answer? She must have. That's why James wanted to talk to her. Merde, and double poo.
"Eh, merdeMerde, de merde, de merde, de pooPutain, de catin, de merde," Lily said under her breath.
Remus laughed at Lily's bad language, even if it was in French.
He turned and walked out, the others followed him.
Lily sighed.
James had been sitting in the corner of the Hospital Wing.
Watching Lily and their friends.
Thinking about what to say to her.
He didn't even know if she remembered what she said last night.
He was good with talking to girls, but not Lily.
What should he say to her?
Should I ask if she remembers last night? Should I say nothing?Should I be blunt? Should I avoid it all together?
What would Remus do? He'd be shy and ignore her…bad idea. Ok then
What would Sirius do? He'd just go up to her and kiss her…not as bad an idea. Other girls might fall for that, but not Lily. She's different. She's special.
Sigh
Bloody hell! They're leaving. I've gotta go talk to her now. What do I do!
James got up and started walking over to Lily. He had no clue what to say.
"Hi." Hi, that's it! That's not how to start a conversation with a girl. Idiot!He mentally yelled at himself.
"Hi" she said. Looking up at him.
Silence
He pulled a chair up next to her bed and sat down.
"How are you feeling?" He said running his hands through his hair. He was nervous.
"Better."
Silence
"Thank you." She said looking him in the eyes.
He smiled slightly. "You're welcome." I am so lame! I need to say something. Do something. I'm James Potter. I. Don't. Get. Nervous!
"About last night--" they started in unison.
She blushed. His cheeks tinged pink.
"Sorry." They stated in unison, again.
They shared a small, awkward laugh.
"Ladies first." He said. He wanted to know what she thought before he said anything.
"No, you go ahead."She said. She wanted to know what he thought before she said anything.
"No, it's fine. Say what you wanted to say." He insisted.
"Ok. Well…it's just…you know. I forgot what I was going to say." She trailed off. She hadn't really. Stupid.She thought. You are such a chicken. Get it together girl! Be like Rach! Say what's on your mind. Be blunt.
Get it together. He scolded himself. Do something. Make a move.
He took a deep breath.
She fiddled with her hair.
She fidgets when she's nervous. Is she nervous 'cuz she remembers what she said last night? He contemplated.
"About last night…" He started, but he chickened out. "Umm…why were you on the roof?' He finished lamely.
He yelled at himself mentally. I have no balls.
"Oh." She tried to cover her disappointed with surprise. She thought that when he said 'about last night,' that he was going to respond to what she had said. Or tell her how he felt. Or something.
Maybe he didn't hear me last night. Maybe he doesn't feel the same way. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
"I was just thinking." She said simply.
"What about?"
Maybe if he knew what he was thinking about he would know what to say to her…or maybe he was trying to delay having to actually say something.
"Life in general." She replied plainly.
"As specific as that is," he said not hiding the sarcasm in his voice, "feel like elaborating?"
"Just life in general I guess."
"Feel like sharing any of those general thoughts?"
"You don't have to, if they're personal or something…" He added on when she didn't say anything.
"It's complicated."
"So uncomplicated it for me."
"C'est difficile." She said. Then added on, "That means it's difficult… in French."
"I know. I speak a little bit of French. Je parle français un peu."
"Oh, I didn't know that."
"Well I only speak a tiny bit. Enough to travel around France and have all the French laugh their asses off at my crap language skills."
She laughed.
He loved her laugh. It made him smile.
All was quiet.
She looked at him, meeting his eyes. She looked away.
Before he knew what he was doing, he took his hand and softly placed it under her chin. Then, he gently turned her face towards him.
Looking her directly in the eyes, he leaned towards her.
But instead of bringing his mouth to her lips, as she anticipated him to, he brought them next to her ear.
And in a whisper so hushed that she could barely hear him, he spoke fourteen words.
Even though his voice was hushed. The words rung clearing in her head.
Words that sent shivers down her spine.
Words the stole away her breath.
Words that made her heart stop or race; she couldn't tell.
"I loved you then. I love you now. And I will love you forever."
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