♛ City Of Lost Wishes ♕ Malec ♛

7) ''I'm Not Telling Them''

A/N Wow, even after editing, I hate this chapter. I'm sorry in advance.

~A~

Jace paused, hesitating on the one sentence that would solve everything- for both of us. The words escaping his mouth came as no shock to either of us and it only brought relief. 'Alec, you like men, don't you?' He couldn't seem to be able to phrase it as he wanted as he gritted his teeth and knotted his eyebrows together but either way, I had gotten his point and it felt as if I had just flown from my cage.

I nodded timidly but Jace just smiled and brought his arm around my shoulder. 'I'm glad you could finally say it! I've been waiting for ages.' He dragged out the a, a smile evident on his face. I looked down at him and smiled in return. I had never expected this, like he didn't have a care in the world for who I was as long as I was, well, me.

I suddenly felt fear in my eyes. 'H-how did you know?' I stuttered, my face flushing red. Izzy snickered as if she could see through my mind like glass but I paid her no attention; my focus was on him. He shrugged nonchalantly and released me from his iron grip as he smiled once again. 'Common sense.' He stated, his smile growing wider as he returned to Clary and wrapped their hands together. The sight made me want to run to the bathroom and empty my stomach but I withheld myself and made a point of staying put.

'We're going up to the greenhouse.' Jace beamed and ran out of the room, pausing in the doorway. 'And, Alec? I'm proud of you.' I couldn't withhold it anymore and as he flashed out of the room, I shed a tear. I couldn't be happier yet I couldn't have look sadder. Izzy stayed in the room and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 'Why the tears?' She asked, leaning her head where her hand was placed. I shrugged, unsure of my own emotions. 'I just can't believe it.' I murmured and she nodded in agreement. 'I feel free.'

She smiled at me and released me, her eyes welling as much as mine. 'I'm proud of you.' She stated, mimicking Jace's words.

'I don't understand, proud of what?' I asked, staring at her oddly. I couldn't understand their pride. I had done nothing. If anything, I had failed them on so many occasions and somehow a realisation of another person had caused them to be proud. It was unreal.

'You're finally accepting yourself for who you are. I'm proud of you for that. Although, you still have the parents to tell.' She smiled doubtfully and I looked at her, my mouth hanging open just slightly.

'I'm not telling them.' She nodded, predicting my answer before I even said it. They wouldn't understand, I knew that much. The were shadowhunters, traditionalists and from a generation where it was widely looked down upon. In fact, homophobia was part of their norm- the fact scared me away. I was sure that they wouldn't react well and even Izzy seemed doubtful that I would gain their approval.

'I have to meet up with Simon now, Alec, I'll see you later.' She smiled gently giving me one last reassuring pat on the shoulder before strutting away, her raven hair like smoke behind her. Before she could leave, though, I had grabbed her arm and the words were out of my mouth before I even had time to process them.

'You and the mundane? What are you two doing?' I looked down at scrutinisingly. I could not have her 'fraternising' with a mundane. She was precious to me and I wouldn't let her go just like that. Of course, I could not comprehend my sister having feelings for a man such as him but I kept my thoughts to myself as I waited for an answer.

'He wanted to talk about Clary and I couldn't exactly deny him. He needs a reality check.' I nodded and let go of her doubtfully, letting her scurry off to her room. Within a few seconds, I felt suffocated being alone again. I felt that often now. I used to be so functional when solitary but lately, I craved attention and the feeling was beginning to put me into overdrive.

I sighed and dug my phone out of my pocket, swiping the lock screen away to reveal the already open texting app.

Magnus, can I come over?

I sent, waiting impatiently for an answer. Luckily within seconds, he had answered and I couldn't help but laugh at his response.

Of course, darling. I need to see my precious sweet cheeks! 7?

I left the kitchen and rushed to my bedroom to get ready, despite having seven hours to get ready, pulling out a simple sweater and jeans combination that were more appropriate than what I already had on. I was shocked when a portal opened next to me, sending me reeling. With the current danger, it could be anything but I couldn't help but examine it. How had it appeared in my room? Something within me told me there was no danger and all was confirmed when my phone rang from the other side of the room.

Picking it up and swiping it open revealed another text from Magnus.

The big blue thing on your wall is a present from me. I couldn't wait!

I suppressed a feminine giggle and buckled up my jeans before stepping through, landing in the familiar environment of Magnus' apartment. 'You didn't have to do that, you know?' I smiled as Magnus entered the room, his shirt open and his chest bare sending a deep red to my cheeks.

'I'd do anything for you, Alexander.' He purred. I was mortified and had no means to hide it apart from the sloppy bangs I was smoothing down to try and reach my cheeks. Magnus approached me and tucked the hairs behind my ears. 'I like your blush, it's cute.' He smirked and I felt the urge to run yet I was drawn so much as well and my conflicting emotions only gave him time to think of another one liner.

Magnus drew away. 'How was your day?' He smiled and I smiled in return, following him to the couch.

'I told Jace about me.' I didn't have to say any more for him to understand. He could read me like an open book and there was no doubt that he was ecstatic in that moment.

'I knew it would happen!' He cheered, smirking mischievously. 'Next step is the parents, though. And talking about us.' He stated, his eyebrows drawing together as he mused over his thoughts. I groaned and looked up to the ceiling, my smile fading along with his.

'I'm fine with talking about us but my parents? I can't do that. Not with who they are.' Realisation flooded over him and I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder, seeking comfort.

'I sometimes forget who your parents are. How did two such horrible people create such a perfect man.' Our eyes met and we found ourselves smiling again. I couldn't deny his cruel statement about my parents. He had seen them many times over their lifetimes and they had been cruel on more than one occasion- sometimes doing crimes even as cruel as murder. The thought disgusted me.

He draped his arm over my shoulder and brought me even closer. Feeling bolder than usual, I lay my head on his lap and began to nuzzle into his stomach. I wasn't a hopeless romantic but the moment was perfect and I wished for just a few moments, I could stop the clock and return there. I wished for that every day.

Hours later, we had stayed on the couch, now in a different position, watching the TV as programme after programme rolled by. He began to fiddle with my hair and I looked up to him, unable to restrain the wide smile it brought to my face.

'I can't believe I found you.' I murmured and he smiled.

'Me neither.'

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