A/N: Thank you all very much! I think there's a little bit of delusional and insecure James in here. I hope you enjoy!
Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans
two: vomit
He loves her because she hates getting sick.
In a somewhat twisted way, he likes it when she's sick. Even though he hates seeing her lying exhausted and nauseous in her bed, her hair tangled and her face warped with displeasure, there is still something absolutely fulfilling about her needing help. The idea that hehas to help herengulfs him in complete satisfaction; a satisfaction he's never felt before, not even after a particularly good Honeydukes bar or a victorious Quidditch game.
He thinks, somewhere in the back of his mind, that it is because Lily is never weak, that she hates being weak. She has always been independent, her own savior, never the damsel-in-distress. She has never really needed him before, not in the helpless sort of way that he needs her anyway.
And when he holds her hair back from the speckles of vomit or brings her another glass of water, it occurs to him that, for once, hegets to really take care of her.
He only does it because she's Lily Evans, and she needs him almost as much as he needs her and he loves her for it.
