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anonymous asked:

Hey! My sister actually told me about this fanfic and basically Lily has a bad fear of heights and never comes to Quidditch Matches but she has a crush on James and he asks her to come she goes to one. And James get hits by something and Lily faints because it's so high up and he gets "mad" at her once he finds out.

Couldn’t find this one. Sound familiar?

Updated 24.02.17 thanks to @harrypotternextgenfacts11!  Could this be it?

Title: A Whack In the Head! A Lily and James Story
Author: ArcherDaughter
Rating: K+
Genre(s): Friendship, Humour
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 10,624
Summary: It really all started with a whack in the head. After James’ Quidditch accident lands him in the Hospital Wing, he overhears a conversation from his favorite red-haired angel to her friends and he is Body Brokened. Lily realizes that she does miss Potter and that she feels something beyond rivalry. But is too stubborn to say it. What will our couple do? Is love possible?

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.