So … yup. I have been in Turkey for two weeks, and while I was there (loolza, I was about to write I while was there! Oh yes, I while was there… xD) I did two things. One was have a great (or not) idea about songfics, and another was to write three! My Great Idea was to put every Songfic- no idea why Songfic has a capital letter in it, but hey! Who cares?- I write in one story as a new chapter, and this is the first chapter.

Right. Well. This Songfic/chapter/story (oh- Word puts the capital letter on Songfic! Must change that..) is a Tom Felton song called When Angels Come. It's very pretty. I love it. I also love Tom Felton, he's amazing =DD So. If you want to listen to the song whilst you read- and you haven't already got it- go to here and .. well I wouldn't say watch but listen! y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = y I E h d 0 M C n x Y (delete the spaces, my friend)

Songfic 1
When Angels Come.

James hears an angry screech from the bathroom, and goes to investigate. Lily's in there, in tears, surrounded by make-up and rubbing ferociously to get some off her cheek.
"Hey, hey," James says, lifting her hair out of her face and gazing into her reflection. She shrugs out of his embrace with a muttered 'Nothing' and goes about putting everything away. James can see she's still upset, so he turns her around and gives her a stern look. She avoids his eyes, before speaking.
"I just wanted to feel pretty," she says, "I just wanted to look like I hadn't just given birth-"
James pulls her in for a hug, stroking her hair. Behind them, baby Harry sleeps soundly in his cot. James pulls away from Lily, keeping her in his embrace at arm's length.
"Look at you," he says, "Your lips, your skin, your eyes, your hair.." He kisses each part of Lily's body as he speaks.
"It's awful, I know. I just wanted to touch it up and-"
Lily's miserable speech is cut off when James places a finger on her lips.
"You don't need no touching up," he says, "I don't really care for anything that covers up your beauty!"
"What beauty?" Lily rolls her eyes. "I'm an old hag!"
"What God gave you, gorgeous girl," smiles James, "that's what suits me."
Lily still isn't convinced, so he grabs a handful of jewellery and goes on.
"Nothing compares! No diamond rings, necklaces and bangles," he drops them into the jewellery box and turns Lily to face the mirror behind her.
"Don't look twice in the mirror, girl," he soothes, "you're great from all angles!"
"More like the mirror breaks from the strain," Lily sulks, although soon she is laughing.
"And when the angels take me from this world that I was born in!" James proclaims, kneeling down with his arms thrown wide, "I'll say, 'none of you look half as good as my girlfriend in the morning!'"
"Oh, shut up, you," Lily giggles. James puts one hand over his heart.
"And when angels come to take me from this world!" he exclaims, "I'll say, 'none of you look half as good as my girl!'"
Looking up, he sees her eyes are still red-rimmed, so he gets up, saying, "Oh, wake up, my sweetness, you know that it's true!"
"What's true?" Lily seems baffled, so James gestures to the array of cosmetics displayed before them.
"Make-up was designed for other girls- to try and look like you!"
Lily rolls her eyes again, and James grins.
"You be careful what you're saying…" she warns. James takes her and twirls her around, dancing in the little room.
"For my gorgeous, my words are no longer cautious," James replies, "you, my dear, are like a bottomless pit-"
"Oi!" Lily swats at him before he continues;
"-completely flawless!"
He takes her hand and, leading her out of the bathroom, sits Lily down on the bed and kneels over her hands.
"Now watch me freefalling, head," he places her hand on his forehead, "over heart," and he takes her hand to his chest. Lily smiles as he brings it to his lips and kisses it. Standing up, he sees his own reflection in a full-length mirror opposite them and runs his hand alongside Lily's hair.
"Without doubt, the most beautiful piece of art," he whispers into her ear. She melts into his embracing arms, and they lie back on the bed. Lily sighs in contentment.
"So when my days are through," James says, looks at Lily and in a more serious tone, says softly, "I can say it was all for you."
James knows he and his wife are thinking the same; of the Dark wizard Voldemort, rising into power.
"Don't," Lily whispers, clearly anxious.
"I don't know when these so-called angels will come, but when they do, I'll bet you a thousand Galleons none of them look as good as you," James presses his lips to Lily's head, "When the angels come to take me from this world, I'll say, 'none of you look half as good, not as my Lily.'"
He stands up, taking Lily by the hands and bringing her to her feet, too.
"And when these angels rid my ugly mug from this planet," he says passionately, smiling into Lily's emerald eyes.
"Will you please stop talking about angels…" she says softly.
"They'll ask me where my heart is, and I'll say," James touches the tip of Lily's nose with his index finger, "'she has it!'"
"You silly fool," Lily giggles, "I love you."
She returns to the bathroom, a spring in her step, and James sinks down onto the bed as he watches her flit about in the little room.
"She has it," he sighs.

So that's it. Very short and sweet, and as the notes at the beginning are about a million light years long, I'm going to love ya and leave ya =DD

Byebyee
Chezzy Xx