The Band Next Door | Jily

Teasing + (getting signed by) The Band

AN 
I keep on forgetting to reupload onto Wattpad, soz

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2021, Lily's Flat.

Lily's first thought when she woke up was sheer panic, Fuck I'm late!
Lily's second thought was, shit, my head hurts.
Lily's third thought was, why is James Potter laying on my floor?

The rest of Lily's thoughts were something like; Holy shit James Potter! Wait, I work for him. Shit. I work for him. My head hurts. I want a bacon sandwi— James Potter is on my floor!

Lily sat up in her bed, noting that she was wearing James's High school Musical hoodie, and her clothes from the previous night. She groaned softly, grabbing her head and attempting to remember what the hell had happened.

Me, drinks, drunk. Ringing Potter, Potter carrying me up the stairs... Fuzzy. Shit.

Lily would have guessed from her limited memory of last night that Potter had helped her into bed, what had she said to him? She just hoped that her dignity was still intact. Not like she had much dignity to begin with.

Getting up as silently as she could, Lily padded over to her bathroom, slipping in and locking the door. Looking in the mirror, she was certainly worse for wear, with her blackened mascara smudged eyes and her no doubt knotted hair. She could have laughed, this is what she looked like after having a rockstar in her room overnight.

Her fifteen-year-old self would've been ashamed, and Alice would've be screaming at her right now if she knew.

After somewhat fixing her appearance, she left the bathroom and tip-toed into her kitchen, taking a look in her fridge and deciding that eggs were the best course of action. Lily was proud of her cookery skills, she was more than mediocre, and had fed herself, Alice and Mary throughout uni. Lily truly believed that the pair wouldn't have survived without her.

So that's how she ended up accidentally cooking a massive fry up. She had been skidding about the kitchen, humming crazily and popping every single breakfast related food on the stove. In fact, Lily had gotten so absorbed in her cooking she forgot about her guest, cranking up and screaming along to Lily Allen.

"We actually met Lily Allen once, at the BRITs," James interrupted, smiling smugly from the doorway, watching Lily curiously as she flipped an omelette, letting out a little yelp at the sight of James.

"Fuckin' hell Potter, I very nearly crapped myself, I forgot about you," Lily said, putting the omelette on a plate, next to the various arrays of bacon, egg and sausage rolls she had cooked up

"Clearly, I hope not all of your house guests wake up to you screeching to Smile ."
Lily tutted but reached over to her speaker, lowering the volume, "Not all of us can be rockstars Potter."
James smiled and walked further into the kitchen, picking up a roll and biting into it hungrily.

"Holy shit," James said, making a sound that made Lily's ears go bright red, "why didn't you tell me you could cook ? We've been living off shitty takeaways."

Lily rolled her eyes as she cleaned the hob, overly conscious of James's presence. She still scolded that inner part of herself that was geeking over the fact that she could even talk to the James Potter.

"Cause, funnily enough Potter, I'm not your chef," Lily quipped, a small smug smile playing on her lips as she turned to face James.

James rolled his eyes fondly and Lily's flimsy confidence was shattered, her embarrassment from the night before seeping through.

"Thank—Thanks for helping me last night, I'm absolutely mortified," Lily laughed awkwardly and James waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't be, I'm sure you've seen that video of me when I was sick on Rhianna's shoes at the VMA's," James said, finishing off the roll and reaching for another one whilst hopping up and sitting on Lily's counter, looking oddly at home in Lily's tiny flat.

"I remember that! Oh my god Alice—" Lily stopped herself midway, not ready for all the questions that would be asked in connection to Alice.

"—I remember it..."

James gave Lily a small smile as he looked at her, somehow finding the courage to say, "Evans, do you remember what you sai—"

However, James was interrupted by Sirius Black barging into the flat, making the blushing Lily look away and focus back on the pancakes that she had to flip.