Jily oneshots

Lemons and Coffee

done by Butterflies765 on fanfiction.net

You'd think Lily's day couldn't get any worse.

A national bloody lockdown had just been announced, which was just wonderful. She'd stepped in dog poop on her last day out before confinement in her tiny flat for the next couple of weeks. The barista had gotten her order wrong, and they'd even managed to spell her name with an 'h'. Her name was Lily, for goodness' sake! How did one manage to spell her name wrong?

And then, as if her day wasn't terrible enough, someone just had to bump into her just as she was heading out of the coffee shop, successfully spilling her drink all over her shirt.

It's a real shame too because she was wearing one of her favourite shirts today. It was a bright lemon-yellow, an unusual colour, but it went well with her hair—and Lord knows very few things did; it was quite the curse of being a redhead.

"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry," the person exclaimed.

Lily huffed, fishing in her bag for a tissue to wipe the mess away. "It's fine, don't worry about it," she said even though she didn't mean it; she just wanted the whole incident to be over with.

"No, really. Let me make it up to you."

She sighed but finally looked up at the person. Needless to say, she was more than surprised to see a quite good-looking man looking quite helpless as she scrubbed furiously at her shirt, hoping the coffee didn't stain even though she knew it had. He had messy black hair and eyes the colour of her now-spilled coffee.

"Here, I'll give you my number. Just, call me or something." The man pressed a number in her hand, and Lily was quite tempted to refuse to take his card. However, she could very well imagine her best friend, Marlene, screaming at her to take his card and live out her very own Notting Hill fantasy.

"Thank you," she said with a small smile, but quickly hurried away. She wasn't sure she was ever going to call the number, but then again, surprises were always in store.

As expected, Marlene was absolutely over-excited by the idea that Lily had met her very own Hugh Grant, despite the fact that Lily argued that they looked nothing the same (well, maybe apart from the smile) and that the situation had been completely different (she definitely was no super-famous actress).

Lily managed not to text the mystery man—James Potter according to his business card—for quite a few days. However, the fact that she was in lockdown with a person who asked her two to three to seven times a day if she had texted him yet finally made her crack.

"Lillllllyyyyy, have you texted him yet?" Marlene asked one evening while they were binge-watching a show.

"No, I haven't," Lily replied yet again. It was now the eighth time Marlene had asked her that.

Lily wasn't paying any attention to the television. Instead, she was on her phone, James Potter's number already typed out and ready to be messaged.

"But you should!" Marlene insisted.

"I don't see why," Lily retorted just as she was typing out a word.

"Lily! He could be the love of your life."

Lily hit send. "The odds of that are very unlikely."

"Just send him one little message!" Marlene begged.

"Oh, just watch the show, Marlene."

Her best friend pouted for a bit after this dismissal but quickly got over it when Lily offered to fill the bowl of popcorn (which was usually Marlene's job). They watched the show until far too late, but then again, it was a Friday evening and there was literally nothing better to do. They couldn't exactly go out, could they? Marlene passed out shortly after midnight, but Lily stayed awake, the sound of the television very faint in the background.