Epilogue
'…SO YOU TRY AND RUN AROUND WITH THAT SLUT BEHIND MY BACK?'
'I never-'
'I SAW YOU!'
'SAW WHAT, LILY? SAW ME LOOKING AT A PHOTOGRAPH OF HER BOYFRIEND?'
'I saw…' for the first time a note of doubt crept into her voice.
'That was it; she just wanted to tell me to my face and all I was doing was trying to work out why you won't trust me.'
'TRUST YOU! TRUST YOU? BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE DOING BEHIND MY BACK! IT'S NO BLOODY WONDER-'
'COULDN'T YOU SEE WHAT WAS IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES, LILY?'
'YES! YOU AND THAT CHEAP-'
'DON'T INSULT HER!'
'THAT'S JUST IT, JAMES! YOU'LL TALK TO ANYONE ELSE BUT ME! WHAT'S SO SODDING HARD ABOUT IT?'
'YOU! BECAUSE YOU REFUSE TO EVEN TRY AND TALK; I'VE BEEN TRYING FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS AND YOU KEEP FUCKING IGNORING ME!'
'DON'T SWEAR AT ME! I KNOW YOUR FRIENDS KNEW; THEY JUST ABOUT ADMITTED IT TO MY FACE AND STILL YOU TRY AND LIE TO ME!'
'YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG END OF THE BLOODY BROOMSTICK!'
'I'VE HAD IT, JAMES! WITH YOU AND YOU'RE STUPID FRIENDS, WHY DON'T YOU ALL JUST FUCK OFF!'
That was the last straw for James; he had tried, he had really tried. He had thought that Lily Evans was the perfect girl. He had thought that there was no one else but her, and he had been on the edge of telling her everything. He had almost told her what he really felt about her.
Now he realised it was all an illusion; she wasn't the perfect girl she pretended to be, she wasn't the role model she acted in public. She was just as petty and jealous and scared as every other girl in the whole stupid world; frightened of actually giving a damn. How could she not see?
'YOU KNOW WHAT, EVANS? I WISH I HAD KISSED HER, BECAUSE SHE'S A FAR BETTER PERSON THAN YOU EVER WILL BE!' he roared up the stairs after her retreating legs.