Tell me.
James was walking into the common room when he heard a rustle downstairs. It was most three in the bloody morning. Who could be up at this hour?
He couldn’t sleep, that’s why he was roaming. His head was filled with thoughts of Lily, and more importantly, how to get her to even talk to him again.
James blinked when he saw Frank sitting alone on one of the old, red sofas. ” ‘Lo,” he greeted quietly, sitting in a ratty armchair nearby.
Frank looked up from where he was finishing his papers. “James,” he replied, smiling slightly.
James nodded. He was happy for Frank, he had never seen him as happy as he was this year. It was obvious that Frank and Alice were perfect for each other.
"What are you doing up so late?" Frank asked him, breaking through his thoughts.
"I could ask you the same," James replied quickly, looking up and grinning to the boy. "Can’t sleep," he then answered. "Too much on my mind."
Frank nodded slightly, he had known the feeling before. “It’s about Lily, isn’t it?” He murmured.
He sighed and nodded. It was always about Lily. Why couldn’t he just get her out of his head? She was always lurking in his mind, ever more now that they weren’t “anything” to each other.
"I’m in love with her," James confessed, biting his lip.
"I know," Frank answered, raising an eyebrow, amused. "I think everyone knows. Except for Lily."
"Naturally," he murmured, sighing as he looked around.
"She’ll forgive you," he promised.
"How do you know?" James asked, not believing it.
Frank laughed softly and shook his head. “She’s one of my best friends. Although she doesn’t know it yet, she loves you too.”
