[DISCONTINUED] Tacenda | j.p

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"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," I didn't let my eyes move down and first decided to decipher what I just said. 'I show not your face but your heart's desire.' I swallowed the lump in my throat before trailing down from the words carved and into the mirror.

I felt my eyes water from the image I am seeing, wait no, it's not an image because it's moving and of all the things my heart could want. . .it had to be him. So there really was no escaping James Potter?

While I stand stiff in front of the mirror, in the reflection I can see him behind me. Around wrapped around my waist while he rest his chin on my shoulder and he's saying something I can't hear or understand. 

His smile infectious, I began to stretch my lips into a smile similar to his and found I am so besotted with James Potter that he is my heart's desire. 

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After enduring the strong urge of pulling James away to talk all day, starting from breakfast and all throughout classes, I finally have him all to myself. That, doesn't sound right, but whatever!

"Hi," I greeted, a bit out of breath because I've been feeling like I'm on the edge the entire day. "You don't mind, right?" I had to grab his arm and steal him away from his friends who sent looks my way but I caught sight of Sirius' smirk.

I'm guessing he still hasn't gotten over the events of yesterday. "Not at all, if it's you." He winked and I felt like a hot potato. I've gotten used to his flirtings when I used to coach him on how to properly make a girl like him and yet when it's directed at me, I feel like tripping on my own feet.

"I uhh-" I cleared my throat to act nonchalant. Letting James know he flusters you makes him wanna do it some more. "Do you know anything about the Mirror of Erised?" His brows arched up and slowly nodded.

"What about it?" He asked, sticking his hands into his robe's pockets. 

"I looked in it," I mumbled barely above my breath but he caught when he stepped closer, already getting an idea of what it revealed. "And I saw," I inhaled sharply. "It uhh showed," I bit my bottom lip.

I stepped forward to close the distance between us and looked up to gaze into his eyes. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking into his eyes. "You." I muttered and I took note of how his pupils dilated. What could that mean?

A soft chuckle came out of his lips and I wonder if he's lost in my eyes just like how I am lost in his. "You're telling me this, why?" He asked in a quiet voice, afraid if he raise his voice too much I'd step back. 

"A wise man told me to follow my heart," I whispered back with a smile that I can't seem to wipe off my face and he let out another chuckle. "So where do you want me to follow you, James?" I asked softly.

"To the future," He answered and I found the hidden humor in it that may only be understood by the both of us. "To prove that it will be you and me." He began to slowly lean closer and I anticipated the contact.

I can only hope my lips aren't shaking. Slowly and softly, his lips pressed against mine and he pulled away. I held a frown, a peck? Really?

He held out his hand for me and I accepted it with furrowed brows. "Curfew is soon, how about we visit your favorite part of the castle?" I nodded with a lopsided grin and let him drag me down the halls while running and laughing.

The scene took me back to the time he forced me to send the Holidays with him. When it all started, I started falling for him before I even realized it and now I've never been more sure of anything. Because of all the things unknown, I find comfort in knowing James Potter loves me. As much as I love him.

We arrived at the room and felt a tad bit nostalgic of the room when it showed the very room I was first vulnerable to anyone, and it happened to be James who was there to listen. He gestured me to sit down in front of the fireplace and I eyed him do the same.

I keep finding ways of falling in love with James' eye somehow. Whether it be reminding me of honey or milk chocolate, I think they're my favorite part of him. We just sat there by the fire looking at each other, admiring the art that we are.

Is he thinking the same? Does he think of me perfect, does he see me the way I see him? Because I see him like the calm before the storm, I know a hurricane is coming but I find comfort in him and somehow the upcoming chaos doesn't matter as long as I still have him to hold through it.

If only there's a way to know what he think of me without asking.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, finally breaking the silence and I shrug. 

"You," I answered nonchalantly and he bit his lower lip, letting it go to smile at my reply.

"I figured," He casually remarked. "Who wouldn't?" 

I rolled my eyes and held his face between my hands and pulled him closer to finally get that kiss he was too selfish earlier to give me. Is it possible to get addicted to someone's lips?

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I love my awkward and cheesy dorks so much. #Jace better be endgame if u kno wut i mean

I honestly planned for this to make an angsty turn where James return to pining over Lily cause he believes Acie over there will never love him back and this hurts Acacia so she forced herself to feel for Oliver and all that drama. But my baby Acacia has already been through enough, I'm no Russo sister so yeah.