𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 {Mᴜʟᴛɪ-ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs} (COMPLETED)

𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 (James Potter x female!reader)

Cause everybody loves some good ol' fashion angst, right?

This is a songfic based off of Conan Grey's song 'Heather'.

House: Hufflepuff
Blood Status: Muggle
Year: Fifth

(P.S. Image above does NOT belong to me!! All credit goes to the original artist/owner!!)

🌱Dreary_October🌱
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I still remember, 3rd of December
Me in your sweater: you said it looked better
On me than it did you

"Are you sure?" James questioned, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

I laughed,"Yes, James. I'm okay."

He shook his head,"Nuh-uh! Take it!"

I screamed out in protest as James forced his Gryffindor sweater over my head before pulling my arms through the sleeves.

I glared up at him as he smirked in triumph, hand on his hips.

"Now you're gonna freeze, dumbass." I murmured as I wrapped my arms around his, rubbing them to keep it warm.

"It's fine, as long as you're warm, I don't mind." He responded.

"Also," his hazel eyes lowered to my e/c eyes,"You look way better in it than me."

"I'll give it back, I promise."

"I know."

Only if you knew, how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as she walks by

I was in love with him. James Potter.
I mean, who wouldn't love him? He wasn't perfect but he was everything I wanted in a significant other. He was kind, funny, respectful, caring, nurturing and passionate in everything he loved doing.

But it dawned on me as Lily Evans walked by, her long auburn hair flowing behind her -James' hazel eyes followed her every move like she was the only thing left in existence- that I never stood a chance, did I?

I forced a smile, nudging him out of his daydream with my shoulder.

He looked down at me.

"Go on!" I encouraged.

"Go talk to her!" I beamed.

I guess my acting was spot on because he didn't hesitate and took off running after the ginger.

What a sight for sore eyes
She's got you mesmerized while I die

I watched as he leaned against the wall, his left hand rubbing his neck while he engaged in a conversation with her.

"When are you gonna tell him?"

I looked at Sirius over my shoulder and smiled painfully.

"What's the point? Look at him," I turned back,"He's mesmerized by her very existence. I could never be Lily Evans."

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
I wish I were Heather