#anywho! i’m here now. would’ve been here earlier if my feet weren’t covered in glass shards but uh. oh well.

[chilapis]

so i just. had a glass bottle break On Top Of Me? who the fuck is praying on my downfall.

[jamesmydeer]

passing notes ii

james sirius x reader

notes: it’s been a bit since i wrote the first part of this, but part two is finally here nonetheless. i would just like to publicly thank @southsideprinxexx for being such a sweetheart and enjoying the first part. anywho, enjoy. as always, feedback: appreciated.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none

part i

Two days later, James Sirius Potter was sat in the same coffee shop he had been earlier in the week. His leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation. He was going to actually get to talk to her today.

The team publicist, after much persuasion, agreed to try and set up an interview between the two. When Y/n was approached with the job, she couldn’t have said yes faster.

In the midst of James’ worrying about what to say, he hadn’t noticed her walk in. She smiled and nodded at the clueless boy in acknowledgement, making her way to order her drink. Mrs. May didn’t say a word, handing her the yellow book.

James looked up and saw Y/n approaching his table with a drink in one hand and the book in the other. He blushed, really hoping she wouldn’t read the note in front of him. His wishing proved to be in vain. Sitting down without exchanging a word, Y/n opened the notebook and pulled out the note.

James watched her as she read over it. He swore his heart would beat out of his chest each time she smiled while reading it. Without glancing at him, she folded the note and set it beside her. She ripped out a page from the book and started writing her own note.

James admired her as she did so, his elbow on the table and chin propped on his hand. She would look up at him every so often, and James would smile dopily at her. Once she finished, she folded the note, placed it in the book, and set it beside her in the booth.

“Okay Mr. Potter, are you ready to begin the interview?” she spoke, trying to behave as she would with any person she interviewed for a story.

“Mhm,” James hummed, taking a drink of his coffee and winking at her. “but you can call me James.”

-

The interview went well; the pair seemed to have had a nice time. James took note of how the questions weren’t what he was used to. She asked how his family was doing, and not what. This only magnified James’ feelings.

“Well, I gotta pee. Thanks for the interview,” James stood, making Y/n laugh at his bluntness. She took note of how he had seldom changed since their school years.

“You’re quite welcome. Thank you for answering my questions,” she followed suit, reaching her hand out to shake his. James smiled and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to fight back a smile. With a wink, James turned and walked off towards the bathroom. Y/n gathered her things and headed to pay for her coffee.

The woman behind the register smiled at her as she approached the counter.

“Hello Mrs. Y/n.”

“Hello Mrs. May.” Y/n copied her, reaching in her bag and pulling out money to pay for her drink.

“No ma’am. It’s on me,” Mrs. May spoke, refusing to take her money. Y/n tilted her head at the woman, confused as to why she wasn’t letting her pay.

“I get to watch you and James fall in love, that's enough for me.” Mrs. May smiled sweetly at Y/n, who rolled her eyes and turned away from the older woman, leaning her back against the counter.

As James rounded the counter towards his booth, he heard Y/n and Mrs. May talking about a boy who he hoped was him. He stood behind the corner, just in earshot of what they were saying.

“Don’t try and deny it. Have you seen the way that boy looks at you?”

“That’s enough out of you,” Y/n quipped, turning back to hand over her money. “If you’re not gonna let me pay for my drink, at least let me pay for his.”

Mrs. May gave her a knowing look. She smiled and took the money from her. Y/n started to say her goodbyes, but was cut off by a pointed look at the book in her hands. Y/n rolled her eyes, plopping the book down on the counter.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, you know that?”

“Well, maybe if you were a hopeless romantic, you’d be married to that boy right now.” she gave Y/n a pointed look. Y/n bit her lip and looked down, shaking her head.

“Have a good day,” she spoke dismissively, trying to leave the coffee shop as soon as possible. The older woman nodded and smiled softly.

During the women’s conversation, James stood looking up with his head rested against the wall, a boyish grin on his face. Once he saw that Y/n had left, he walked straight to the counter.

He didn’t want the fact that he had just been eavesdropping on their conversation to be given away, so James pulled out his wallet, as if he didn’t know Y/n had just paid for his drink.

“It’s covered, honey,” Mrs. May spoke, reaching over and grabbing the notebook.

“Would you like another coffee while you read?”

James chuckled, shaking his head. “I think I’ll be fine.”

With that, James grabbed the notebook and sat in the same seat he had been sat at earlier. He flipped it open, and sure enough, there was a note inside. James very giddily began to read the letter.

James,

I actually didn’t go back and add your name to the crush list. I kind of kept up with your career once you signed. Typically, the guy walks up to the girl; I didn’t want to damage your ego. I wish I would’ve now that the blame is being put on me as well. Would you be interested in getting coffee sometime?

p.s. You’re sitting across from me and look very handsome.

James bit his lip in an effort to hold back a wide grin. He quickly flipped to the back of the book and tore out a piece of paper. Grabbing a pen that was thankfully left on the table, James began to write his own note back.

Once he finished, he set it beside the cash register and walked out.

-

It had been a week since James had last seen Y/n. He stopped by the coffee shop frequently to see if he would by chance bump into her. He would walk into the shop, give it a once over, and upon seeing she wasn’t there walk up to the counter to see if there was a note for him.

He knew it was strange. He hadn’t talked to the girl at all in school, but now it felt as if he would combust if he didn’t hear from her soon. Although he had thoughts of her possibly not wanting to see him and out an end to their childish not passing, he pushed them to the back of his mind.

By no means was Y/n trying to avoid James. If anything, she missed his cocky expressions and immature jokes. She was just busy. After collecting the notebook the day after her interview with James, Y/n hadn’t had the time to read the note, let alone write one back and return the book. However, Alice did.

When Y/n arrived him from work she was greeted by a betrayed looking Alive slinging the door open before she could even reach for her keys.

“So were you just not going to tell me?” she exasperated, huffing as Y/n walked past her to set her stuff down.

“How did you get into my home?” Y/n avoided the prior question, rather prompting one of her own.

“Apparated. I still don’t understand why you insist on using the door, but that’s beside the point. You’re talking to Quidditch’s very own heartthrob and weren’t going to tell me,” Alice poked Y/n in the chest to add enfasis.

“We are not talking.”

“Oh yeah?” Alice challenged, revealing a paper from behind her back. “Well then what’s this?”

“Alice Augusta Longbottom give me that right now,” Y/n reached for the note, only to have Alice move it out of reach and run to stand on the couch.

Y/n blushed and sat down on the couch beside the animated girl, head in hands as Alice theatrically began to read the note from James.

Y/n,

All I’m saying is that if you would’ve come up to me, my ego would have been just fine. Did you really keep up with my career? I wish there was a way that I could’ve known what you were up to these last few years. That sounds creepy, but so does the fact that you kept up with me, you creep.

p.s. you just left and I wish you wouldn’t have.

Alice finished, shooting Y/n an excited look. When she didn’t return it, Alice plopped down beside her. Once she realized that Y/n seemed a bit uncomfortable, she handed her the note and wrapped her arm around her neck.

“I’m going to grab some food. You want anything?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to go grab some coffee.”

-

Once Y/n entered the café, she was blinded by a wide grin from the owner. She shook her head, a small smile gracing her face, and sat down at a table for two by the window. She took out the note and read it again, taking in the words that had earlier been performed by Alice. She smiled at the familiar handwriting, having to squint to make out some of the words. Finishing, she folded the note and placed it to the side. She took out a pen and began writing.

James,

Someone is going to have to keep this book eventually. We’re passing notes back and forth like children. To answer your question, I did keep up with your career. I was particularly saddened when you weren’t drafted to the Cannons. In case you didn’t know, we have mutual friends. A quick mention of my name and you could’ve reciprocated the keeping up with.

p.s. I didn’t want to leave, but it was strictly business loverboy.

Once she was satisfied, she folded the paper and laid it down in between the cover and the first page of the book.

Outside, James Potter had almost lost hope in finding Y/n or receiving a follow up letter. He trudged down the pavement with no intention of stopping by the coffee shop. Once realizing he was just outside, he tried to keep himself from peaking in the window. He’d had a rather rough day, and the disappointment that would consume him when he didn’t see her would only make it worse.

Against his best judgement, James peaked in the window and was surprised to see Y/n not even five feet away from him, nose in a book. James’ mood immediately changed. Instead of walking straight into the shop, he decided to mess with the girl a little. James rapped on the glass and quickly hid out of view, causing the girl to jump, looking around out the window. She figured she had imagined it and went back to her book.

The third time there was a tapping she became aware of the fact that she was not indeed just hearing it. She did not return to her book, but instead staying side eyeing the window. When she saw James peak his head around and go to tap on the glass, she sent him a pointed glance.

James blushed, looking down as if he had just been scolded. He walked into the shop and sat down at the opposite table for two directly in front of Y/n. Only then did she realize she hadn’t ordered a drink. She walked up to the counter and began chatting with Mrs. May.

Noticing that she had left the notebook, James snatched it from her table. Noticing this, Y/n parted ways with the owner and made her way over to the boy.

“I believe you took something from my table sir.”

James shrugged, feigning innocence. Y/n chuckled, shaking her head as she walked back to her seat. James read over the letter, looking up every so often to see Y/n looking at him. Each time she would smile bashfully and quickly look away. James found this incredibly endearing, and decided he should tell her. He pulled out a pen and began to write.

Y/n,

To tell you the truth, I didn’t really know your whole name until I read it on the inside of this book. I know this sounds weird, but I was listening to your conversation the other day, and she’s right. Maybe if you were a hopeless romantic, you’d be married to ‘that boy’. I’d happily keep the book, but the notes inside matter more.

p.s. if you smile at me one more time I might just have to come over there.

After placing the note in the book, a younger waitress came up to him to ask if he needed anything else. He politely told her no, but handed her the book. Being in on the whole note passing ordeal, she took it from him and placed on the table right in front of Y/n.

James immediately panicked, trying to come up with words to tell her to give it back to him. Y/n mumbled a polite thank you began gathering her stuff. James’ mood changed instantly. He figured he had scared her off, until she plopped down in the seat across from him.

Once she was situated, Y/n looked up at him. “Is it alright if I sit here?”

James nodded his head, leaning back in his chair and attempting to fix his hair. Y/n chuckled, pulling out the note and reading it. She took note of the newfound hearts scribbled around her name at the top. Although she figured it silly, seeing as he was mere inches away from her, she took note of how flustered he was and decided that one last note wouldn’t hurt.

James,

You really didn’t know my name? That makes me feel a lot more stalkerish. I had a feeling you were eavesdropping the other day. Keep in mind, ‘that boy’ must not be much of a hopeless romantic himself, seeing as there’s not a ring on my finger. In school, this book had zero sentimental value to me. None. I would just write in it once I got done studying so I didn’t look too suspicious. I needed an alibi to stare at you. A bit odd, but I promise my intentions were good.

p.s. As romantic as this is, it’s getting old.

Instead of folding the note and placing it in between pages as per usual, Y/n handed the paper directly to James. He dramatically accepted it, loudly waving the paper around in the air.

He first took note of the hearts surrounding his name, clearly trying to one up his own he had drawn. There were many things that had surprised him about the shy girl he’d had a crush on in school. One of them being her witty comebacks. He found them quite cute, and made a mental note to tell her later.

Reading the last bit, James chuckled.

“I agree.”

“About the odd part or the getting old part?” she questioned, an amused look on her face.

James stood up, grabbing his things and hers alike.

“Both,” he stated matter of factly, reaching out a hand for her to take.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked, the hopeful look in his eyes overpowering the cocky smirk.

“I thought you’d never ask.” she joked, grabbing his hand and walking out the door with him. Not exactly knowing what to say, James broke to awkward silence with something that had been weighing down on him since he’d read it.

“Just to clarify, the whole Chudley Cannons thing was a joke right?”