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A/N: This takes place before James and Lily start dating. Also, this chapter takes place in Lily's POV, but she had told this story to James before, so he's recounting it. The rest take place in James', but I'll let you know if they take place in Lily's again.
I rolled over in my bed and willed the tree outside to stop tapping on the window. I got fed up and decided to get up and do something about it. I huffed and shoved the duvet over and rolled off the bed. I hit the carpeted floor with an thud and groaned. I pushed myself up and almost fell over again when I realized it wasn't a tree, but James Potter, sitting on a broomstick, tapping at my window. I looked at him angrily, tiptoed over to the window and shoved it open.
"What?" I hissed.
"Lily, Lily! Come outside my love!" he slurred. Typical. He's drunk!
"What do you want Potter?" I whispered exasperatedly.
"I want you to come outside sweetheart!" he shouted.
"Shut up! Do you want my parents to wake up?!" I whispered.
"Your parents? I want to meet them! They probably want to meet me too, since I'm the love of your life and we'll eventually get married," he whispered in a confidential tone.
I looked at him oddly. "Are you insane?" I whispered.
"Insanely in love!" he sing-songed.
I rolled my eyes. "Go away, Potter!" I tried to shut the window but his arm shots inside and grabbed my wrist.
"But I have to tell you something," he slurred.
"What?" I said quietly.
"Come outside and I'll tell you," he sang.
"Potter!" I said exasperatedly.
"Please?" he whispered, his eyes wide and hopeful.
I sighed. "Fine! Wait there," I finally said.
I shut the window, grabbed a jacket, tiptoed downstairs and out the door and like I told him, James was waiting outside, now with his broomstick in his hand and on the ground. I looked at him pointedly.
"What?" he asked.
"What did you want to tell me?" I asked him.
He looked lost. And then understanding dawned on his face. "Oh! Right! I love you," he slurred.
I raised an eyebrow. "You're drunk, James," I said.
He shook his head. "No! Honest! I'm not!" he slurred, and then he walked closer to me, stumbling slightly.
"James! Look at you! You're pissed!" I pressed.
He looked down, eyes wide, dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my legs and buried his face in my stomach. "No Lily! You have to believe me! You have to!" His grip around my legs tightened slightly and I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself from falling over because my legs are slightly bent at the moment. "Please Lily! Believe me! I love you! Cross my heart and hope to die! Stick a needle in my eye and all that jazz! I love you with all my heart!" He shouted, his voice slightly muffled because his face is buried in my jacket.
I looked around hoping the neighbours didn't hear him and had woken up. "Alright James. I believe you!" I said. Might as well humor him so he doesn't make a scene. He was silent for a moment and then he jumped up.
"Really?" he said.
"Yes James. I believe you," I lied distractedly. He looked so happy I began to feel bad.
"So...you'll go out with me?" he slurred after a few minutes.
"Yes James. I will," I said. I really meant it. They say that when someone's drunk, they always tell the truth. Who knows?
"YES!" he pumped his fist into the air, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me quickly on the mouth. He pulled away the millisecond his lips had touched mine. He frowned suddenly, keeled over and turned away and ran, stumbling every few seconds. "See you tomorrow!" he yelled, and within a few seconds, there was a loud CRACK! and I knew he disapparated. I laughed slightly to myself and to my surprise, I found myself actually looking forward to tomorrow.
A/N: Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry! I know I haven't updated in the longest time! It might be a while until I can update again because my final exams are coming up, so Sorry in advance! But...do you like it? I wrote it in like......20 minutes, so it's not all the great in my mind, but hey, who knows what goes on in your guys'
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