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"Hey we're friends remember! So you call me James." He said twirling a strand of my hair in his fingers. "Potter. I don't know why, but I like you. You told me, friends don't have nicknames. Well... Sirius calls you Prongs so..." I look down at my toes while my fingers fumble with the hem of my shirt. "I've always called you Potter. And I hated you then. Soon when we became friends, I couldn't stop calling you Potter. But you wanted me to call you James, so I stayed up late every night repeating James..." I look up at his face. Breathing in all his features scared this will be the last time I can look at him in this way. "That's when I figured out I call you Potter because I've always felt a certain way about you. But you asked me to be friends, so I got pushed to the friends zone. Meaning no more saying Potter." I took a step closer willing myself to not faint at our proximity. "But. James Potter, Lily Evans likes you. So she, is going to call you whatever the hell she wants." ___________________________________________ Read this book if you like Jily fanfictions, if you like Harry Potter, or even if you want to read a romance. All the characters in this book belongs to J.K. Rowling. I simply wrote about how I think they fell in love.
Christmas Eve Eve
