Legacies Imagines

Heather- Lizzie

I still remember third of December
Me in your sweater, you said it looked better
On me, than it did you, only if you knew
How much I liked you, but I watch your eyes

As she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die

"It's so cold!" You whine which makes Lizzie laugh. You pout at her and rub your arms vigorously, trying to warm yourself up. "Don't laugh, you dragged me out of bed to stand in the snow."

"It's beautiful. The sky is calm, the ground is like a sheet of clouds with no mess. The air is so crisp and relaxing, I love the snow." Lizzie sighs happily. "It's beautiful."

"It is." You agree and look up at her, watching her side profile. She's beautiful. You shiver again which catches Lizzie's attention, she pulls her coat off before peeling her sweater off and handing it to you, slipping her coat
back on.

"Here." You take the sweater hesitantly. "Put it on." You do so, your heart skipping a beat as her scent fills your nose. "It looks better on you than it did me."

Lizzie looks back at the view which gives you time to stare at her some more. You want to tell her how much you love her, how you want to be the only girl she loves, but you aren't her.

"The snow brings out your eyes." You whisper but she doesn't reply, her eyes watching a figure walk across the snow.

Hope Mikaelson

You hate to admit that Hope is beautiful. Blue eyes. Clear skin. Beautiful auburn hair. Curves. Plump lips. Captivating smile. Lizzie is so mesmerised by her, she has been for years. You're always there for Lizzie throughout everything, not Hope, you, but Lizzie doesn't see you, not how you see her. Whenever Lizzie sees Hope walk by, her eyes without fail follow her.
It kills you.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather

You can't blame Lizzie for not wanting to kiss you, you aren't anything like Hope. Hope is drop dead gorgeous whilst you are just average looking, you're not pretty enough for Lizzie. Not even half as pretty as Hope.

You remember when they started to hang out, you spent the whole day crying in your room because you knew you were losing her. One day, you were with Lizzie in the hallway when Hope walked by in Lizzie's sweater. Your heart broke even more as Lizzie's eyes followed her with a smile that could tell anyone she was in love.
Lizzie does like you, she loves you. She loves her best friend.

You wish you were Hope.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead

It was December 20th, Lizzie and Hope went on a date last week and again tonight. Lizzie planned the whole evening, she made you help and of course you couldn't say no to her, her happiness is your everything.

Whenever you get sad now, you go outside and watch the view thinking of Lizzie standing next to you, offering you her sweater.

You made your way outside but you freeze when you see them sta in your spot, hands linked as
talked softly. Lizzie didn't like to talk when you were watching the view, she claimed it ruins the peace. Tears gloss over your eyes when Lizzie wraps her arm over Hope's shoulder, pulling her into her body to keep her warm.

You wish with every bone in your body that you could hate Hope, but you simply can't. She's an angel, an Angel for Lizzie.

You know she makes Lizzie happy and that should be enough for you to let her go, but it's not that simple. Hope is Lizzie's Angel, but still you wish for her to be dead sometimes.

As she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die

Lizzie doesn't hang out with you anymore, she's always with Hope. She doesn't wave at you in the hallways or smile at you in class. Hope's got her mesmerised. You can't blame her, she's brighter than a blue sky and it
would be hard for anyone to ignore an Angel like her.

Your heart is shattered into so many pieces that you're worried it will never be repaired. It feels as if you're drying.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
I wish I were Heather

You hate seeing them around the school. Hands linked. Arms looped. Wearing each other's clothes. Smiling. Happy.

It's made you realise that you won't ever be good enough for anyone, you won't ever be pretty enough.

You'll always be the best friend to be chucked aside.

You wish you were Hope.

Wish I were Heather
(Oh, oh)
Wish I were Heather
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were

The last word falls from your mouth and the music stops, claps fill your ears from the students watching the talent show. Above the hundreds of students, your eyes fall on one girl who is watching you with sad eyes, her
hands clapping but she doesn't realise. How couldn't she of realised how much you liked her?

The sad expression falls from her face and it is replaced with a smile when Hope walks up to her, grabbing her hands and kissing her softly. You walk back stage and fall onto the couch, thanking no one is around as you begin to sob.

You lean your elbows on your knees and bury your face into your hands, crying into them until you feel a gentle touch on your knee. You move your hands away to see Josie crouching in front of you, hands on your knees and
a soft, sad frown etching her face.

Josie doesn't have to say anything, her gentle caress on your knees is enough for you to know you aren't alone, that she's here. So why do you feel so alone?

"I wish I were Heather."