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You were James’ best friend. You’d known each other since you were both eight years old. You could always count on him to make you laugh, whether it was with an off-the-cuff joke or just his goofy grin. You’d text each other constantly, sharing every little thing—inside jokes, silly memes, the kind of secrets only best friends could share.

Whenever anyone would ask him if he liked you, he’d scoff and shake his head, saying, “No, definitely not. We’re just really similar.” It was his standard line, but then, without fail, a message from you would pop up on his phone, and suddenly, he was laughing like a giddy schoolboy.

Then, one night, at that party, everything changed. A game of spin the bottle had led to a kiss—awkward but still enough to make your heart race. James had pulled away quickly, a flush on his face, clearly embarrassed. “We’re just friends,” he’d said hastily, almost too quickly. But you knew, you just knew, it was more than that. At least, it was for you.

Fast forward a few months, and you were walking down the corridor after maths class, heading to the Great Hall for lunch. You were talking with James, lost in your usual chatter.

He looked at you like you were a puzzle he was trying to figure out, his eyes tracing every feature of your face. You were actually really pretty. You had always been pretty, but somehow, in that moment, it hit him in a way it never had before. Your face was perfectly symmetrical, the kind of beauty that was effortless, as if you were made by some force that wanted you to be perfect. And your hair—oh, your hair—it fell around your shoulders in soft waves, like a waterfall of deep brown silk.

He was so lost in thought, in you, that he didn’t see the wall right in front of him. The sound of his shoulder slamming into it echoed down the hall, and he jolted back, rubbing his head and grinning sheepishly.

Maybe, just maybe, he did like you...