He Loved Every Single Minute Of It.

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Lily jumps into James’ arms. He stumbles at the impact but he’s able to stay on his feet as Lily buries her face into his neck. He grips her waist, hoisting her up, letting her legs dangle.

“You could’ve died, you idiot,”

“You would like that wouldn’t you, Evans?” he chuckles.

He sets her down when he feels her hold on him loosen.

She steps back from him and immediately punches his chest.

“How could you say that?”

His face falls when he sees that she was being serious. Soon, her nose scrunches up in a way only he knew. She began to cry.

“Evans?” he says, reaching out for her.

She pushes his hand away and takes another step back.

“No. No, I wouldn’t like it if you died, James!” she raises her voice, letting the tears start to fall before she’s sobbing. She covers her face with her hands and before long she feels the distant lingering of James’ hand hovering over her, unsure of what to do.

“I— Lily, I’m sorry, please don’t cry… I was only joking,”

She lifts her head from her hands, wiping the tears on her cheeks.

“Well, I’m not! It’s always fun and games with you! You don’t even realize what you could do to someone if something were to happen to you!”

“You’re not making sense, Lily”

“Do you think Sirius, Remus, and Peter are the only people who care about you? They’re not. I care about you, James…. So you can’t gamble your life away and die on me just to get a quick laugh— not now, not ever— not when I’m—!”

“When you’re what?” he asks gently

“Not when I’m this gone for you, you arsehole!”

James’ eyes widen.

“So— So you can’t just risk your life all willy-nilly like that because— because I love you too damn much to lose you before I can even get the chance to tell you just how much,”

Lily’s breathing is heavy, tears steadily streaming down her face as her chest heaves up and down slowly.

“You… love me?”

Lily could only let a slightly amused breath out, “Merlin, you are oblivious aren’t you?”

“You love me?”

“Yeah.” She answers nodding, “I do. So if— if you don’t have feelings for me anymore, well tough luck, Potter, because I don’t think this’ll be going away any time soon,” She says, bitter smile on her face.

“I never said I wanted it to go away,”

A beat.

“I don’t want it to go away.” James takes long strides to Lily, taking her tear-stricken face into his warm hands and kisses her.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. “I’ve had feelings for you since 3rd year, Evans.” He leans away, bending down to meet Lily’s eyes. “What makes you think I ever stopped, huh?” He swipes her falling tears with his thumb.

At this, Lily smiles but the tears don’t stop. All she can do is walk in closer to him. She throws her hands around his torso, presses into him, and cries into his chest.

James hugs her, one hand on her head, the other on her back. Rubbing her back and leaving soft kisses on the crown of her head until she stopped shaking and her breathing evened out.

first dates, winter nights.

Louis and Harry sing about so many different sides to their love but I think, what's so lovely is that they speak of a gentle, patient love that's worth it. Reassuring. One where they see each other at their vulnerable, their ugly, their lows and highs and still consider it worth it. Because that just how real love is. Not easy but worth it and it needs commitment and patience and it's a theme that shines in their music.

Lily comforting James on Fleamont’s funeral.

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“He never gave me the Invisibility Cloak, I basically stole it. Now I wish I hadn’t, then it would mean so much more now that he’s gone. I guess I feel a bit guilty I never told him.” “I’m quite sure he knew the son he had…”

Ok then

Finally getting to know his godson.

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Sirius: Your mother used to sing in the school choir. Do you sing? Harry: No……. Sirius: That’s what everyone who sings in secret says.

Blushing and speechless.

When Lily was the guest of the Potter house for the first time. 

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“This is, uh, the bed, of course, it looks like a bed. This is the closet.” “Oh.” “It used to be Sirius’ room so don’t mind all these portraits… and everything is properly cleaned up. Do you need anything else?” “You’re forgetting the most important.”

god, words cannot stress how much i miss this dude and his boisterous laughter

holding for jongdae: day [234/546]

» EXO’s CHEN for Dear Happiness, September 2016

I got this idea like 5 minutes ago and have been living in Saturday Night's Alright-land for so long, I'm letting myself choose joy.

7th-Year September 1st drabble below the cut.

James hastily waved off his parents with all the sincerity he could muster before he and Sirius started weaving their way through the start-of-term crowd on Platform 9 3/4 for the last time. To Fleamont and Euphemia, this was a momentous turning point, deserving some sort of emotional farewell or well-wishing, but to James it was simply an item on a checklist.

Arrive at platform: Check.

Still, he would've been more sympathetic to his parents' attentions had someone not delayed their arrival by oversleeping.

"Oi, slow down, Prongs. Christ!"

Sirius trailed behind him, navigating the crowds with more care than the other boy, who was charging through the crowd with a fervor that Sirius was all too familiar with by now.

James' eyes flitted rapidly from face to face as he made his way across the platform, searching for those brilliant eyes and the shock of red hair that he hadn't seen in much too long.

This summer had been one for the books, as far as James Potter was concerned, anyway. The freedom of being of-age with none of the responsibilities of school had meant a virtually unlimited choice of ways to entertain themselves this summer. Most evenings saw the soon-to-be 7th year Gryffindors—along with some other classmates—convalescing somewhere or other in Diagon Alley, finding little-known hidden gems of pubs or clubs, cooling themselves off with ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, or just causing general summertime mischief.

It was wonderful to feel so bonded with the others in their house going into their final year, and it had the added bonus of finally sparking that something between he and Lily Evans.

It was nothing serious—not yet. Just little stolen moments throughout the summer: a lingering glance across the table, inconspicuous hand-holding when they found themselves in the back of the group, the occasional goodnight kiss when one of them needed to side-along Apparate the other home. Little stolen moments that had been driving James mad these last few weeks Lily was visiting family and unable to join the end-of-summer hurrahs.

They had been writing each other, however, in her absence. She'd written him excitedly about her appointment as Head Girl, which was completely unsurprising to him as there was no better candidate (and he told her so). He had written back, nervously, and relayed how—incredibly—he'd been named Head Boy, only to be unexpectedly showered with congratulations and 'of course, it's unorthodox, but it makes sense'. They'd exchanged letters about the things they'd miss once Hogwarts was over, their lists of must-do's this year to fully glean the most out of their final year. They'd exchanged 'I miss you's and 'I wish you were here's and 'I can't wait to see you's.

Nearing the other side of the crowded platform, his eyes spotted that specific shade of red that had made this summer so superior to the others. His eyes zeroed in on Lily Evans, hair pulled back, Head Girl badge proudly displayed on her robes as she helped direct what he could only guess was a First Year into the train. His feet halted any forward-movement as his breath left his lungs.

'I can't wait to see you. I miss you.'

Locate Lily Evans: Check.

James moved forward with renewed vigor, her eyes finding his as the First Year loaded onto the train. A smile broke out on her face as he drew near, and gods how he wished he was able to get here earlier just so he could take in her expression that much sooner.

"Hey, you," she called lightly as he neared, looking up at him. "Big day for us, eh?"

Now face-to-face with her for the first time in weeks, after thinking only of her for the entirety of the time since she last left his sight, words escape him. Instead, he smiled down at her, at the anticipation in her eyes and felt sure in a way he hadn't felt with her in a long time, and bent down to capture her lips with his own, hand cupping her cheek.

She leaned into his touch instantly, responding to his kiss with an enthusiasm that caused James' pulse to pound in his ears, drowning out the sounds of the platform around them.

Kiss Lily Evans: Check.

James felt Lily's lips pull into another grin, and he took this as his cue to step back, breaking the kiss and grinning down at her, knowing that the excited glint in her eyes matched his own.

"Well, I meant leading the Prefects' meeting, but glad to know where your head's at," she quipped, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

James shrugged, hand flying to his hair with residual nerves. "Sorry, I was just...excited to see you."

Lily stepped forward, reaching up and pulling his hand down from his hair and lacing her fingers in his. Her eyes lingered on the sight of their entwined fingers as a blush painted her cheeks. "I'm excited to see you, too." Her eyes flickered back up to meet his, eyebrow quirking as she tugged him forward towards the train. "Well come on then. We have a meeting to run."

James followed her, gladly, as they loaded onto the train, feeling a little lighter in his step.

Be with Lily Evans: Check.

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He doesn’t need placation. He knows he’s an idiot.

And he will spend hours, days, hoping to pinpoint that moment when his feelings—genuine feelings—started, only to be left wondering if they have simply been here all along. If perhaps they were sparked the moment he saw her across the apothecary, bold beautiful green eyes stealing the breath from his lungs as well as the heart from his chest.

Perhaps a part of him has fancied her from the moment she first looked at him with her head tilted slightly, and he simply didn’t understand it at the time.

All of that time wasted, he wants to chastise himself, but deep down he knows it never would have worked between them then. If he had asked her out that first night at the pub—it wouldn’t have mattered.

She is still looking for more than he’s ever felt capable of giving. She shared her secrets with him and the night sky, and nothing about him has changed since that moment.

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