{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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I feel like I'm ready for love And i wanna be your everything and more And i know every day i say it but i just want you to be sure That i am yours
~ Ella Henderson
{Jace}
I wipe the sweat from my forehead from moving boxes and furniture up and down the stairs. There was a scrape on my arm from catching it on the edge of the moving van and my apartment looked like a colourful bomb had gone off inside it. There was artwork lying all over the floor, boxes and bags full of bright clothes and shoes and large pieces of statement furniture I had no idea where to put but would figure it out.
I have my hands on my hips and look out at all of it. At one life joining another. It made me so stupidly happy to not be able to move in a space that had been mine. It wasn't mine anymore, it was ours.
Alec crashes into the doorframe on the way in making him yelp and I turn my head towards him "Careful with that, I don't want her coming back and thinking I've been throwing her belongings all over the place." I warn him and he peeks out from behind the boxes he's holding, obscuring his vision and gives me a look "Yes, mother." He snips at me but I catch his grin. I flip him off just as he sets the last of the boxes down.
He comes to stand beside me, wiping at his own brow. For such a tiny person she had collected an outrageous amount of stuff. He looks out at the sea of cardboard boxes. "Moving day huh?" He says to the room more than anyone else. I nod silently. Moving day indeed. I had begun to think it might never happen even if she'd been so enthusiastic about the idea.
"Where is she anyway?" He asks me and I crack my knuckles to relieve some tension in my sore hands "Her and Simon are at IKEA," she'd taken my car since hers was basically a shoebox on wheels but she'd been helping us all morning, as had Simon "something about how I need more storage space." I'm laughing but she might be right considering there was no way I was fitting all of this in here.
"Storage space." Alec thinks it over, humming to himself "Jace I think your girlfriend might be a hoarder." I turn towards him at that, nodding immediately "Oh, no. She definitely is." I agree, grinning and he shakes his head at how happy that makes me. I turn around and lean over boxes and around furniture, trying my best not to step on anything "Beer?" I ask him without looking at him as I'll surely fall "Sure." He answers.
When I manage to fight my way into the kitchen and grab two from the fridge I pass the cold bottle to him and he reaches behind me for the bottle opener on the bookshelf, passing it to me once he's done with it. We clink the necks of them and take a drink, silently looking out over the boxes again. We were officially living in the same space. The same rooms. My whole life was about to become consumed by her and it was exhilarating. I mean sure, we had our own interests, we didn't spend absolutely every minute together but I was excited about living with her.
