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Naive by ohmymerlin
Chapter 29 : Chapter the Twenty-Ninth
 
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At about eight in the morning the next day, I hear a knock at the door. I groan. “Glitter will you get that?” I shout.

“No fucking way,” he shouts back and I groan again and start searching for my glasses and jam them on my face. I tie a gown around my body and shuffle to the door, lifting my glasses up and rubbing at my eyes.

“Hello?” I peer at the person banging on the door and recognise that she has red hair. That must mean she is related to me. They walk past me and I shuffle slowly around.

“Lily, did Elliot cheat on you?!” she asks, getting straight to the point. I realise it’s Rose and I yawn.

It’s too early to evoke an emotional response. And after last night’s crying into Mum’s shirt (she came over because Glitter called her) I think I no longer have any emotions.

And that’s fine by me.

“Yes,” I mumble. “Did Mum tell you? Or Dad?”

“Neither,” she says briskly, making herself a cup of tea. “Want one?” I shake my head and sit down at the table, placing my head in my hand and closing my eyes. She says, “He came into work last night with a paper bag covering his face and when I removed it I saw what it said and I’d recognise those pustules anywhere.”

“Did you leave them on him?” I ask, feeling embarrassed and hopeful at the same time.

“Of course.” She looks offended that I’d even ask. “But not before I made them even sorer but I just told him I had no idea how to get rid of them and got someone else to sort it out for him. Wanna talk about it?” she asks and I poke one eye open and see she’s looking at me with an uncharacteristic look of sympathy for once.

I shake my head. “Nah, it’s okay. I talked about it a lot last night. I just kind of want to forget it happened. Maybe later I’ll talk about it when I’m not falling asleep at the table.” I try to drop a big hint for her to leave.

She doesn’t take it. “Lily, you can’t sleep the day away.”

“Try me,” I retort. She laughs but I’m not in a laughing mood. I’m in a sleeping mood. Mum had the good sense to tell Kathy I was very ill and was not going to be at work today. But I’m going back tomorrow. I’m going to need the distraction, methinks.

I push the chair back and stand up. “I hate to be rude, but I’m dead tired. You can stay here but I doubt you’ll find that very interesting. Thanks for coming around.”

She smiles. “It’s fine. As long as you’re okay, though.” I nod and she says, “I’m going to finish my tea and then I’ll leave. Come over for lunch.” I nod again and shuffle off to my room, mumbling that she’s the best.


The next few days are a blur. I find myself getting invited to a lot of dinners from my family and them spewing obscenities about Elliot and I can’t help but thank whoever is up there that I have such a great family.

For a long time, I’m upset about this. Even though technically I initiated everything, I still feel so hurt. I don’t see Elliot around but I do run into Amber.

“Hullo, Amber,” I say dully when we accidentally make eye-contact.

“Hi,” she says with a wary expression.

For lack of anything better to say, I ask, “How have you been?” My mother raised me to be polite and dammit I was going to be polite.

“Fine,” she says crisply. I notice she doesn’t ask me so I tell her I need to run but then she says simply, “You didn’t deserve Elliot.”

I want to yell at her that he didn’t deserve me. Instead I sigh. “I don’t understand why you hate me. But lucky for you we don’t need to interact anymore. Hope you have a nice day and a nice future.”

I start to walk away but she says nastily, “I don’t like you because I think you and all your family just live off Mummy and Daddy’s fame and don’t do anything for yourself.”

I know not to respond, she’s just trying to get a rise out of me, but I snap. I don’t care what the hell her problem is, I can finally tell her how I actually feel about her and not care about the retributions. “Don’t do anything for myself? Okay, go tell that to my bakery, you pathetic bitch. I don’t care that you don’t like me or my family but you need to shut your damn mouth. If it wasn’t for your Daddy you wouldn’t be able to keep up with your alcoholism. Go get help, Amber, and stay the hell away from me.” I walk away in style and seeing her expression, I know that I guessed the alcoholism right. She’s just not right in the head and needs help, rather than yelling at her brother’s ex-girlfriends in the middle of Diagon Alley.

Although she just yelled at me, I honestly do hope she gets the help she needs. I push it to the back of my mind, however, when I walk into James’ Apothecary. He greets me with a cheerful hug and ruffles my hair whilst trying to give me a slobbery kiss on the cheek.

I swear that boy is a dog sometimes.

James and I have lunch together and he avoids the topic of Elliot altogether. It’s like he knew I was sick of talking about that rotten scumbag (apparently one of Rose’s colleagues was able to get rid of it but he’d have scarring for a little while longer) so as an older brother duty, he talks about the most ridiculous things ever.

“So I was talking to Fred the other day and we reckon it would be easy to make a cloning spell. Like cloning humans and stuff. Don’t you think that would be easy?”

I roll my eyes. “Jumping off a dragon would be a better idea.”

“Dad, Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron did that,” he points out. I huff. Everything ridiculously extreme my parents did. Why weren’t they normal as kids? Maybe then James, Al and I would have turned out normal.

“Yes but they were stupid,” I say with a cheeky grin. James laughs and we start talking about dragons and how Hagrid used to read up on dragons and whenever Uncle Charlie visited he’d bother him about any dragon fact he had been dying to ask.

Eventually I go home, after I give James a big hug for being such a great brother, and settle on the couch in my nice, warm pyjamas and make myself a cup of tea.

It’s been a long week but slowly everything will go upwards.


One Year Later

I’m frantically rushing to get my Christmas shopping done. I’ve gotten everyone’s present except Tyler’s. MJ decided to move back to England and in the past year we’ve become so close and Tyler calls me ‘Aunt Lily’ which makes me burst in pride every time and if I don’t get him the best present I won’t be the favourite and that is just unacceptable.

We did another Secret Santa this year and I got Rose, who was so easy to buy a present for. I literally bought her a toy niffler and made her all sorts of chocolates. P.O.R.N went through the Wizarding World quite fast and now nifflers are no longer on the endangered species list.

Hugo’s chess club, however, crashed and burned so after Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione’s insistence, he finally got a proper job and now works as a Charms researcher. Dom finally made it onto the Falcons as a permanent player rather than just a reserve. Still to this day, seeing Uncle Bill watch Dom play her first game as a permanent player is the best thing in the world. I’ve never seen a father look prouder.

Al’s band is on the precipice of fame in the Muggle world. They are so close, that sometimes people do recognise him in the street but he’s not quite there yet. I have no doubt that the New Year will change that though. Especially as Lucy is working closely with Muggles and whenever she speaks with them she often slips in Al’s band into conversations. I’m surprised they haven’t gotten annoyed at her and fired her yet. From what I know she references Al about three times per conversation. That’s got to be annoying.

Molly quit Lilycakes and I was so sad to see her go but she finally found her ‘true calling’ as Aunt Audrey liked to put it. She now works in Madame Malkins as a seamstress. She’s bloody good at it too. But she and Jayden ‘broke up’. I don’t know if it was a proper break up since they weren’t ever dating but Molly was never really hung up on that.

Vic and Teddy stopped having kids and now that they’re getting older, they’re slowly becoming less like zombies. Adrienne and Bridgette are already at Hogwarts and oh my god did Fleur cry. Victoire was upset, but I could tell she was relieved at only having six children to take care of instead of eight for a small moment.

Louis and Grandad finished their flying car but thankfully it now goes completely invisible without any faults. Lucy did that nifty little trick. Grandad drives (and flies) it everywhere. He loves it so much.

Uncle Charlie told us that this year was the year he’d move back to England but he still hasn’t. All I know is that he’s still in Romania running after dragons. But he comes over a lot more now.

Roxy finally got a new boyfriend. She has been sailing smoothly except she recently found out she’s pregnant. Other than that slight bump, her and Corey are happier than ever and Aunt Angelina is going crazy with baby things and Victoire keeps giving Roxy her ‘wisdom’ on how to handle children but Roxy always ends up looking absolutely terrified after the conversation and Victoire is always cackling. I think having eight kids has messed her up a little bit.

Fred is still running Wheezes, as far as I know he’s having a blast with it. Literally. He made the door so that whenever someone walks in it explodes and sends them into the shop. I’m surprised the Ministry hasn’t yelled at him for it yet.

James is still just as bizarre as ever. But he’s happy and that’s all I care about.

Glitter officially finished dance school and is now running his own dance company. He moved out into a fancy new apartment and I cried so much the day he left (and so did he, no matter how much he tries to deny it) but the plus side is I have a whole apartment to myself – that I can afford! – and that means I hardly ever wear clothes anymore. It’s great.

And me? I’m still running Lilycakes. And I still love it. Half my staff quit and I had to hire so many new people but they all fit in perfectly. The only snag is that they’re all Muggle and the only two people who know are Kathy and Mark. I ended up telling Mark, at Kathy’s insistence, and he seemed to take it very calmly. He now calls me witchy-poo in front of everyone, but everyone just seems to think he calls me that because I’m horrible to work with in the mornings. If only they knew.

I haven’t really been dating, I’ve had a few dates here and there but nothing serious. I think being around MJ a lot more has influenced me because I’d had a couple of one-night stands and although I felt so ashamed at first, I’ve taken it in my pride because dammit I’m a grown woman who can sleep with a person and not have any romantic attachment to them if she likes.

As I run around frantically, I accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry!” I say but I stop panicking for a few seconds because the person I ran into is Elliot.

I haven’t spoken to him since we broke up. I walked past him a couple of months ago but I was too scared to say hello.

“Hi,” he says uncomfortably, rubbing his neck. I note with great pleasure that around his nose is a tiny bit purple. I guess the scarring won’t fade away completely.

“Hello,” I say. “How have you been?”

He shrugs. I feel a dull flash of annoyance. “Pretty good. I got a promotion at the IQA. How have you been?”

I think of the past year. How shitty it was when we first broke up but then how relieved I am to have gotten out of that relationship. How much I’ve grown as a person.

I don’t regret my relationship with Elliot. It taught me a lot.

I don’t lie when I say, “I’ve been fantastic.”

He smiles and says, “That’s good then.” I smile at him and he shuffles his feet. “Look, do you want to get a drink with me? As friends,” he adds hurriedly when he notices the look on my face.

I think about it. “Sorry, but I’ve got a lot of things to do at the moment. And I don’t think we should get a drink together. What we had was great, but it’s gone now.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, looking slightly annoyed.

This time I shrug. It’s not as annoying as when I do it. “I know,” I say simply. “But I think it’s better that we stay away from each other. I hope you have a good life, Elliot.”

He looks at me blankly but then smiles. “Sure thing. And you too, Lily.”

Oh, Elliot. I already do.


*wipes tear*

I've completed my story! This story went on a pretty wild ride! It went on hiatus for about a lifetime and I know that I lost heaps of readers but I still really loved writing this story! I really love Lily and I'm definitely going to miss writing her but it is nice to complete the story!

(And yes, from day one I knew Lily and Elliot would never work out - I always wanted it to be a growing up story and Lily realising that boyfriends aren't everything when you're young)

Okay, I was thinking of doing a sequel but I've lost inspiration and time for it so as of right now there won't be a sequel but you never know. Maybe inspiration will just strike me one day :P

Anyway, thank you so much for all reading and reviewing! You all mean so much to me and I'm so glad you read my story! ♥

- Kayla


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