James
It was the big game versus Slytherin, and I was focusing as hard as I could on the quaffles bombarding the players from all directions, flying in between goal posts, hitting some people, flying, wildly flying.
The Slytherin players were throwing the quaffles randomly, hoping to get lucky and make a shot into the goal hoops.
I throw a quaffle at Sirius, who catches it and hurls it into the goal hoop.
"TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR...SIRIUS BLACK, EVERYONE! THE SLYTHERIN CHASERS SEEM TO HAVE- NOPE, AND THE GRYFFINDOR CHASERS SEEM TO HAVE SOMETHING GOINT OVER THERE..."
The constant inudation of quaffles and bludgers is frightening, so I, without thinking through my desicion, start trying to toss quaffles at Sirius as well as block the bludgers from hitting our seeker and keeper. The combination of the multitasking is really hard.
One bludger barely misses my ear, another hits me on the shoulder, I stay on the broom, luckily, but my shoulder is in pain.
I can hear the crowd gasp every time I get hit. I look at the stands, they're packed.
I scan the stands looking for Lily, beautiful Lily, and I see her, right next to Moony. She smiles and waves at me, I wave at her, and suddenly, her face goes pale. She starts yelling something at me, I knit my eyebrows together in confusion.
What the heck...
I feel it before I see it. A sharp, deep pain opens up in my stomach as I'm knocked from my broom, I can't breathe, the wind's been knocked out of me, and my vision is going black.
I'm hanging onto the broom with one arm, and it's my bad arm, the one that the bludger hit. My sweaty hand is scrambling to hold onto the slick broomstick, and for a second, I think I might have the strength to grit it out and pull myself up, until another bludger slams into my arm, and I let go, tumbling down, down, down.
"JAMES!" I hear a voice scream, "NO!"
Falling would have felt nice besides the fact that I was falling to my death, or the fact that I was in such deep pain that I was numb.
The world around me closed in around my eyes, until the only color left was black.
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"James?" a frantic voice whispers softly in my ear, "Can you hear me?" I can't move anything, yet, so I just lay there like an idiot, listening to the soft, gentle voice of the girl I love, Lily Evans.
Yes, Lily, I hear you.
"James, Sirius is so worried, he told me he can't even be in here with you. He's afraid you won't wake up. I know you'll wake up though, you always... you always seem to come through. You know you fell nearly 75 feet? You could have died," she whispers, rambling, "I would miss you a lot, James. I know you don't really think I like you, and I haven't truly convinced myself I like you either, but I know I do, I know I do, and I would miss you a lot, James. I would."
I would be crying tears of joy right now if only I could flippin' move.
I wish I could smile right now, and tell her, 'Yes Lily, I can hear you.' I wish I could tell her how much I liked her, or even just look at her, but my body won't move, and my eyes won't open. "Why am I talking to you right now?" I hear her wonder aloud, "You can't even hear me," she whispers, and I feel a cool tear drip onto my cheek. She's crying because she thinks I won't wake up. She's crying over ME. Me. James Potter. "You can't even hear me," she whispers, even more softly this time, "Please wake up."
I want to wake up, Lily, I love you. I think to myself. But I can't. No matter how hard I try, I can't wake up.
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I can hear Moony and Padfoot talking, I can imagine what it would be like if I opened my eyes, I would see Moony, reading on a sofa with Sirius tossing a sickle up in the air and catching it. I feel a warm breath on my neck and I feel a gentle hand mess with my hair a little. I open my eyes.
BLIMEY! I OPENED MY EYES!
I turn my head to look at the little angelic girl snuggled against me in the hospital bed I'm in. It's Lily. She doesn't seem embarassed to be snuggling with me, she doesn't even blush when I look at her. I smile at her.
"Are you okay?" she asks, her hand still in my hair.
"Seems like I'm fine now," I say, looking fondly at her. Now, she blushes.
"I- I'm sorry, I just- I fell asleep here- I was talking to you-" she stutters, looking embarassed, "I definately didn't mean to fall asleep next to you though." There's the Lily I know.
"I know. I heard you."
"You did? Gosh, uh, well-"
"So now it's official," I say, smirking, "You like me." She bites her lip and doesn't respond. I tuck a piece of her flaming red hair behind her ear. "I'm quite upset with you though. You distracted me during my Quiddich match."
"Oh whatever, James. You looked at me."
"You were too pretty to resist looking at." She smiles, and fingers with the collar of my Quiddich uniform, her fingers briefly touching my face.
"Now that I think about it, Quiddich uniforms are really girly, aren't they?" she says. I scowl and look up at her.
"No they are not."
"I think they are."
"JAMES!" Moony calls from the sofa he's sitting on, "You're up!" I sit up and grin at Remus and Sirius.
"How long was I out?" I ask, not sure if I want to know the answer.
"Ah, only about a few hours man," Sirius says. Lily's still next to me, so I know whatever comment she made about not wanting to be next to me was not true.
"Lily sure was happy, though, " Remus says, laughing. Lily sits up.
"Hey! I only accidentaly fell asleep."
"Whatever, Lily, you fell asleep with your arms across his chest." I look at her, and she's blushing again.
Is this real life?
~
Lily
I had thought about leaving as I feel asleep, but then I thought, 'screw what everyone will think.' And I stayed. Because I liked him, and because I was tired and didn't have the energy to walk upstairs.
The world was quiet. I still hadn't moved from my position next to James, he was asleep now, and I was about to fall asleep soon. It was dark out, now, and I was going to have to get up and leave soon if I was going to leave at all.
"Bye James," I whispered, hesitating before I pressed my lips softly on his forehead. I tucked him into the covers, and left him.
The world was so cold and stern compared to the hours I had spent with James. He had been so warm, the heat radiating off of him was comforting and gentle. I had felt so content, lying there with him. When I left, there was no one telling me I was pretty. No one teasing me. No one joking around with me and making me laugh.
I already missed him. His calm demeanor, the way he made me feel wanted and comforted, the way he had hugged me, it was all so surreal, so distant. I wanted that back, I always wanted to feel that way.
I was slowly starting to accept the way I felt about him, and I was glad of it too. I couldn't go on forever knowing I liked him but pretending I didn't.
I suppose I was just afraid to like him.
But I'm not afraid anymore, not at all.
