AN: Hi hello everyone I'm back! Every so often I need a Jily fix and I've been rolling this idea around in my head for a good while. So, I decided to write it down. Anyway, this is basically just an august taylor swift story and a Lily is a Muggle AU. Oh and also Jily are Hispanic because I wanted them to be. Enjoy :)

Lily Evans didn't have many friends.

But she was okay with that. She'd always enjoyed her own company. Or that of a good book.

Moving around so much certainly didn't help. It would take her a while to go over each case study and analyse exactly what had gone wrong each time. But she knew what happened in at least the two last places she'd lived. Back in Cokesworth, the kids from her school all thought she was a spoilsport and a goody two shoes.

After she'd moved to Spain, started going to private school, she thought maybe things would be different there, she'd be among like-minded people, academically inclined folk, but she hadn't quite accounted for the class factor. 90% of her classmates were the rich children of politicians and businesspeople. The other 10% were kids on scholarships (the category under which she fell) who didn't like her because she was too British, which was absolutely appalling to her seeing as she'd only spent some four years of her life in total living in Britain. But Spaniards were usually wary of outsiders, and Lily had never quite managed to fit in with them. Even though she was half-Spanish.

So, you get it, not a lot of friends had been made in seventeen years of life. The ones she had were casual ones, but only one really close one. Sam. The closest thing she had to a best friend. They hadn't lived in the same place for the past five years but somehow, miraculously they had remained friends. Sam was the only person Lily felt like she could really talk to, even if they could only talk every so often.

Knowing this, it was easy to see why Lily was in such a good mood today. Because Sam was landing in Vigo that very morning.

The trip had been in the making pretty much since Lily had moved away, Sam had saved up every penny from babysitting and waitressing and had begged and cried for her parents to let her come to Europe by herself until they had relented.

To be very honest, Lily was a little nervous about seeing Sam again after all these years. Sure, they still spoke often, but who knew if being around each other would be the same. But then Lily saw the other girl's face and she just knew.

"LILY!" Sam shrieked across the airport. Her big brown eyes were wide in shock as if she didn't expect to run into Lily here. Sam ran and tackled Lily into a hug. "Oh my god, I can't believe it!"

The girls hugged for a few minutes until Lily let go so she could take a better look at her friend. She didn't look that different, only taller, and with less baby fat on her tan cheeks. She was inexplicably wearing a woolly hat and a thick jacket.

"Oh my god, aren't you melting in these?" Lily asked with a laugh.

Sam threw her head back laughing. She pulled the hat off her head. "I am. Fuck, why is it so hot here?"

"I told you it'd be hot!"

"Well, I didn't believe you!"

Lily rolled her eyes. No Mexican ever believed it could get as hot here in the summer as it did in Mexico. She'd been the same way when she'd spent her first summer here.

Sam then noticed Lily's grandfather standing a few feet behind Lily. "Oh, it's so nice to meet you, sir. I'm Samantha González."

Grandpa Phil gave Sam a kind smile and shook her outstretched hand. "Likewise, Samantha. I'm Phil Evans. We're glad to have you here."

They set off towards the car and Sam immediately started chatting Lily's ear off about everything she had missed back home in the past five years.

They arrived at Lily's grandparents' apartment building fairly fast, and even inside, Sam seemed deeply fascinated by everything.

"Grandpa and I have to go to work but you stay here and rest, I'll try to get away early," Lily said apologetically.

"No, I'll go with you, I want to get started. I told my parents I'd be getting paid a lot more than what I actually am. I need all the hours I can get."

Lily felt a lurch in her stomach. "You did what? Samantha!"

Sam shrugged non-committally. "I have some money left over from my savings, and I'm good at getting rich people to tip me well. I've gotten hundred-dollar tips back home at the restaurant."

She wasn't wrong. People tended to like Sam, and she was nothing if not a hustler. Even at ten years old she'd gotten many adults to severely overpay for a cup of horchata. Lily took a breath. They had a couple of months until Sam left. There was time.

Lily sighed. "You should still stay in and rest. You've been travelling for like twenty-four hours straight."

"I slept on all the flights. I'm fine. I promise."

Lily gave the girl a once-over. She did seem weirdly full of energy.

"Just let me take the quickest shower ever to wash the plane off me, and I'll be ready to go," Sam said.

Lily relented. She showed Sam how the shower worked, got her a towel and set about making her a snack. Who knew when she'd eaten last, she could go for a while when she was in money-saving mode.

Lily and her grandpa worked at a resort where the obscenely wealthy vacationed. Because staying at a hotel was obviously unfathomable, the resort consisted of some twenty villas spread out over a vast stretch of land right by the beach. It was private, which was essential to these people, and there were enough amenities. During the summer, the place was always fully booked, which was the main reason why Grandpa Phil had been able to get Sam hired for seasonal work.

Grandpa Phil worked as a concierge at the resort, he'd gotten Lily her part-time job there, basically as an errand girl. She delivered things to the houses, mostly food from the in-house restaurant and the occasional rich person oddities.

There was a golf cart available to go the long distances between houses, but Lily had had some very bad experiences driving that thing before, so she preferred to stick to her trusty bike whenever she could (meaning, whenever the hotel manager wasn't around).

Lily trained Sam only for a couple of hours, seeing as there really wasn't that much to learn before Sam got sent off on her own to complete her own errands. Lily told herself Sam would be fine and continued on with her tasks.

It'd been a surprisingly calm day so far. No one had berated her about how long it'd taken her to get to their villa (yet), and she'd even gotten tips from some guests.

Then, right before she could declare this workday kind of okay, she arrived at the restaurant to find a gigantic paper bag with the number 20 written on it in black marker. Which wasn't very ominous on its own but then one of the waiters told her the news.

"Maca sent Sergio home, he had a fever. She needs you to take over half his deliveries. 17 through 22."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why?

"Can't I do 11 through 16?"

"I don't know. I'm just the messenger. Take it up with Maca."

He was right. If Lily wanted a different assignment, the resort manager, Macarena, was the one she had to go to.

"Doesn't Bobby's family usually stay in 14?"

Oh.

Lily tensed. That was also correct. In her head, Bobby wanted to avoid seeing her just as much as she wanted to avoid seeing him and had decided that he could stay home this summer. But the truth was that she had no idea if he was here or not.

She sighed internally.

She took the paper bag and put it in her bike basket.

Number 20 was the Potters' house. And though the possibility existed that they had suddenly decided they didn't want to spend their summers at the resort anymore after six straight years, Lily somehow doubted it. She wasn't that lucky.

And as much as she didn't want to run into James Potter either, it would be a tad preferable to running into her (sort of) ex-boyfriend.

She biked over there with unsteady legs.

The Potters' place wasn't the biggest house on the property, but it was the most secluded. And it was still quite big by normal person standards.

Lily didn't dislike the Potters. She didn't know Mr and Mrs Potter very well aside from the few times that they'd answered the door when she delivered something (in the past, before she'd begged Adriana to switch her to a different section of the resort). They were perfectly polite. The same couldn't be said for their son.

Lily didn't make it a habit to socialise with the guests at the resort. She really didn't. Bobby had been the only one. And she'd met before she even started working at the resort. Back when both her grandparents worked here and would bring her with them in the summer to sit around while they worked. She didn't know better then. She'd thought she and Bobby could be friends. And they were for a while... that's how she'd met James Potter and the rest of the kids who stayed at the resort during the summer. Most of them were British, with some French kids thrown in the mix. They were all friends and Bobby had tried to bring Lily into the mix. But Lily knew it would never work. She'd gone through it at school. They didn't come from the same world as her. And it didn't work. Most of those kids were snooty and rude. And James Potter had the added qualities of being bigheaded and annoying.

But Lily had tried to be their friend, for Bobby's sake. She'd pretended she found them interesting, and funny. Not her best moment.

And either way... that was all behind her. In fact, it'd been blown to pieces. There was no more Bobby and ergo no more James or any of those other kids. Except when she had to see them while she worked... which was not fun, but they ignored her and she ignored them.

Lily stopped at the Potters' place and rang the doorbell a few times. No answer. She let out a groan and went back to her bike. She could just go back to the restaurant and say there was no answer and someone else could take the order. But no. She didn't want to look like she was bad at her job.

Just then, she heard voices coming from the bushy path beside the house. The voices clearly belonged to James Potter and to his little friend, Sirius Black, who had started tagging along on the Potters' vacations a few years back. Lily really was not the kind of person to eavesdrop on guests. She couldn't recall ever doing it intentionally before. And she would've stopped if only those two hadn't said the weirdest combination of words they could've come up with. It was so odd, that for a second Lily thought she was having one of those moments when her mind drifted and she couldn't understand English.

"...can't drop Potions if you want to be an Auror, mate."

"I could just take the NEWT at the end of the year and call it a day."

"Yeah, right, and you're going to just study on your own for it, I'm sure."

"It's not as if I'm bad at potions, it's that Sluggy has us writing three rolls of parchment every fucking week!"

Karma was making a quick turnaround today because, in Lily's casual lunge to eavesdrop, she lost her balance and fell right off her bike. She hit the ground with her knees and barely managed to keep her face from meeting the dirt.

She let out a grunt.

"Oh, shit. Lily?"

She looked up to see James Potter's face right above hers. Her stomach lurched. She always forgot. Every single time, she forgot.

James Potter was really fucking hot.

Every time, after he was gone, she told herself he really wasn't that cute, and every time she'd see him again and just... get blindsided by how much he really was that cute. His face was all sharp angles and clear skin, his dark hair somehow always artfully tousled. It was extremely annoying, and Lily tried not to think about it.

And he was saying something that Lily had completely missed while contemplating those expressive hazel eyes. She frowned. "What?"

"¿Estás bien? ¿Qué pasó?"

Oh. And there was that too. She forced herself to forget every year too. He was the only one of the Resort Babies who spoke Spanish, which had gotten Lily thrown together with him more than she'd wished when they'd first met. And he didn't even have the decency to speak broken school-taught Spanish, he was a native fucking speaker, impeccable fucking Spanish. And the even worse part was that fucking accent. Lily never considered herself a person who found any accent attractive. But then James Potter opened his mouth and spoke with that particular Argentinian cadence and... it made Lily rethink some things.

James leaned down to inspect her injuries. "¿Te podés parar?"

Lily nodded. She did not need James Potter's help. This was the most embarrassing thing that could've happened to her.

She waved off James's helping hand, and slowly rose on her own. Her knees were bleeding a bit.

"That was quite an entrance, Evans," Sirius said, with a smirk. "If you wanted my attention, you could've just said, love."

Lily's jaw clenched. In any other situation, she would've immediately snapped at him, but she was at work. She couldn't risk someone overhearing her speak to a guest inappropriately. But goddamn it that smirk was so annoying, and she opened her mouth to retort.

"Shut up, mate," James spoke before Lily could, slapped Sirius on the chest. Not lightly. He switched back to Spanish to talk to Lily. "Come inside, you can wash up."

Lily glanced at the paper bag on her bike, now fallen over to the side, the food inside probably fucked. "I should go get you new food."

Sirius picked up the bag from the floor, glanced inside. He shrugged. "Looks fine to me."

"Come on. You can't just keep working like that," James tried to reason.

Lily bit her lip, thinking. She looked at her knees. The blood was running down her muddy legs, and fuck, James was right. She couldn't work like this. This place was all about image. She had to be invisible to guests, and she couldn't be invisible if she was going around the place looking like she'd been chased by wolves.

She sighed. "Okay."

James led her inside.

Lily had only been inside briefly before. But it was a pretty standard resort house. Neutral tones. Expensive, somewhat tacky sea-themed decor.

He walked her to the kitchen and motioned for her to climb up on the counter, so she could use the sink to wash up. Lily wasn't sure how hygienic it'd be for her to do that, but she was fairly sure the Potters rarely used the kitchen anyway. And it wasn't her house. She lifted herself up on the counter.

"There's a... first aid kid in all these houses. It must be in the bathroom or something," she said.

James nodded and turned to Sirius. "Could you look for it, mate?"

Then he walked closer to Lily until he was practically touching her. And Lily's entire body felt like it'd turned into hot jelly—somehow.

He carefully removed some of the larger chunks of rock that had gotten stuck to Lily's injury. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

She focused on washing the wound, trying to will James away from her.

"Tenés en los brazos también," James said.

It startled Lily. Damn accent.

Lily hurried to wash out the dirt from her forearms too and practically willed Sirius back into the room.

"Here it is," Sirius held the first aid kit triumphantly.

"Can you hand me a plaster?" Lily asked.

James finally backed away and Lily finally felt like she could breathe.

She turned to look at the boys rummage through the small white and red box. She frowned. "Are there not any plasters in there?"

They both cleared their throats awkwardly.

"Uh... no, yeah, we're just looking for them," said James in a tight voice.

Lily hopped down from the counter. She was not a patient person.

She looked down at the box. "They're right there," she said, grabbing the strip of plasters from right on top. She tried to keep the judgment from her voice, but she probably failed.

"Right!" James's voice was high-pitched. "Of course, that was... dumb of us."

Lily set about covering her wounds.

"I should really get going," she said once everything was in place.

Right as she walked out the door, she heard the familiar hum of a motor that could only mean...

Sam.

"Lily! There you are, oh my god," she said from behind the wheel of the golf cart.

Lily rushed over to her. "Is everything okay?"

Sam looked a little worse for wear, but nothing seemed outwardly wrong. "Yeah..." She glanced over Lily's shoulder and by the look on her eyes, Lily knew she'd seen James. Or maybe Sirius, both provoked similar reactions in most women.

"Hola." It was James.

Sam smiled appreciatively. "Hola." Then she looked back at Lily with wide eyes.

"I'm James," he said, still in Spanish.

"Sam. I'm a friend of Lily's, from back in Mexico."

James glanced at Lily curiously before turning back to Sam. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sam."

Lily ignored James. "You still haven't told me if you're okay," she said to Sam in a low voice, so James wouldn't hear.

Sam made a face. "I think... I might have been running on sheer excitement before. And it's fading quick. I literally feel like I'm going to pass out any second."

Lily tried not to look too alarmed. She always remained calm and composed in front of guests. She cleared her throat. "Okay. It'll be okay. Grandpa isn't done yet but we can take the bus home."

Sam nodded, her eyes pleading.

James cleared his throat. "Uh... I don't mean to intrude but I can drive you guys if you want."

Sam perked up slightly. And before Lily could stop her she said, "Oh, really? That would be amazing." Lily nudged Sam, gave the tiniest shake of her head. Sam frowned but walked back on her words. "That's okay, James. We'll be fine."

"Come on, Lily, she's obviously not feeling well, you're not in great shape either. Let me drive you home. Maca won't even realise."

As loath as Lily was to admit, James was probably right. Maca probably wouldn't realise. And if she did, she'd only verbally reprimand Lily at worst.

So, Lily agreed. For Sam.

James loaded Lily's bike on the back of the cart and climbed on. Lily made Sam scoot over so she could drive.

They made their way down to the reception, where they got Lily and Sam's stuff, told Grandpa Phil what they were doing and headed to the parking garage to get James's car.

He drove a nice car. Lily didn't know car brands, so she had no idea what kind of car it was, but it looked nice. Sleek.

Sam immediately went for the back seat, leaving Lily to sit up front with James.

"Have you driven on Spanish roads before?" Lily asked as she buckled up.

"Yes, many times," replied James, in Spanish.

"And you have a license," Lily asked, still in English.

"Sí."

James started the car.

Lily had given some ibuprofen to Sam, which appeared to start making an effect because she started talking James's ear off soon after they got on the road, saving them all from an extremely awkward ride.

"Is Spanish your first language, James?" Sam asked.

James nodded. "I consider it my first language, yes. Though I only lived in Argentina a few years when I was younger."

Sam hummed. "That's interesting. Lily, would you consider Spanish your first language?"

By her tone of voice, Lily could tell Sam was doing a thing. So, Lily answered carefully. "... ¿Sí?"

"Huh. And James, do you prefer being spoken to in English? I would do it, but my English is very bad, you don't want to hear it. But if you prefer it, I'd be willing to oblige."

Oh dear god, Lily knew exactly where Sam was going with this.

James frowned. "No, please. Spanish is perfectly fine. Great, in fact. I already speak English at school all year, it's nice to use Spanish."

Sam made another that's interesting noise. "Hm. I see. Why is it then that you only talk to him in English, Lil?"

Lily tensed. She'd almost forgotten how charmingly annoying her friend was. She felt tempted to open the door of the car and tumble out right then and there.

But then James let out a raucous cackle. And the tension diffused. "That is the very same thing I wonder, Sam." He took a quick glance at Lily. "You got anything to say for yourself, Evans?"

Lily could feel her cheeks reddening. She hated it. At least he'd turned his eyes back to the road.

She really didn't have a good answer for them. Spanish conveyed... a certain vulnerability to her, in a way that English didn't. English had always felt like an armour of some kind.

"Well, Spanish is reserved for people I like," Lily said.

Sam snorted, laughing.

James brought his hand up to his chest, over his heart. "Ouch. That's cold, Evans."

Sam then started talking about something else and Lily fell back into silence. She tried to focus on what Sam was saying, she did. But Lily's brain kept going back to James's strange behaviour at the house. James and his friend had always been oddballs somewhat, but sometimes it was like they were just learning how to be human. But then they'd go back to acting like normal people and everyone would forget if they said or did something weird. Even Lily.

James pulled up to Lily's building and before Lily could react, he'd gotten out of the car and opened her door and Sam's. Ugh.

James stuck his hands in his pockets, looking slightly anxious, something Lily didn't realise he was capable of feeling. It was entirely disconcerting. "Um, before you go... we're having a little get-together at my place on Friday to have a swim and asado. Just a few people, very low-key. You both should come."

Lily wasn't sure what to say. She only stared at him.

But Sam was immediately on it. "Oh, we'd love to. Thanks for the invite, and for the ride."

Lily might not have been inside the resort now, but she still probably shouldn't tell him to fuck off. Grandma Elena would smack her if she found out. "Yeah... maybe." There was no way they were going.

She was about to make for the door when she stopped herself. "Um, thanks... for the ride... and the help."

He winked at her. Lily's skin crawled.