Take My Heart.

Chapter three:

Alec's POV:

I'm in my new bedroom shared with Lydia. I've just spoken to her, she's still upset but not as bad as before. I'll just give her space, I guess that's what some people need.

There's a knock at the door.
"Who's that?" Lydia asks from our bathroom.
"Let me check." I reply. Opening the door, I see Jace, blond hair swept back, sweat dripping from his forehead. He must've been in the training room.
"It's Jace!" I shout over my shoulder to Lydia. "What do you want?" I ask, turning to face Jace.
"What's with the attitude? I just came to check up on you." I hadn't noticed my tone before but now I try to make it softer.
"Everything's fine. Why?"
"You know why..." There's a long pause of me waiting for him to carry on. "It's your first night married to Lydia. You know what the means..." There's another moment of silence.
"What?" I ask, completely oblivious.
"Oh come on, Alec. You're older than me! You must know what married couples do." He gives me a devilish smirk and I realise what he means.
"Oh! What- n- no. J- Jace I'm not talking about this with you! Go to sleep." I try to push the door closed but Jace puts his foot in the way.
"Well we know who's not gonna get much sleep tonight." He gives me another one of his charming smirks.
"Go!" I say and he walks off laughing to himself.

I turn back into the room closing the door.
"What was that about?" Asks Lydia, who is now in bed, sitting upright with a book in her hands, resting on her lap.
"Oh, nothing. Just... Jace being Jace." I sit on the side of the bed that is not occupied by Lydia. Her eyes follow my every move, as though she's cautiously waiting for me to break down. She acts as though she's treading on thin ice when she's around me. That's the worst feeling ever, knowing exactly what someone thinks about you. Everyone makes it out as though it's a superpower, something that people want. But once you've experienced what it feels like to know what people think of you, you'd hate it. She stares at me, thinking long and hard about what to say. Before she can say anything, there's a knock at the door again.
"Go away, Jace!" I shout without opening the large wooden door. The only reply is another set of knocks. I get up and make my way to the door. "By the Angel, Jac-" I open the door, not fully, only to the point where I can stick my head out. I reveal that it's not Jace at all. It's Magnus. He stands confident, his shoulders broad and his head held high. I look back to Lydia.
"It's just Jace, give me a sec." I take a step out of the doorway, closing the door behind myself. "How did you get in?"
"Izzy, she let me in. "
"Who else?" I ask sarcastically. "What do you want, Magnus?"
"You." His jaw tenses, as though he's getting ready to be shouted at.
"What? M- Magnus, I- I told you this before, I'm not like you. You need to accept that."
"Like me?" He asks.
"Yeah, I- I'm not... I'm not gay." The word circulates my mouth as though I've just told a lie.
"For starters, Alec, I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. And no, I won't accept that, you're lying to yourself and I hate seeing you hurt."
"Magnus, I'm not hurt. I'm a Shadowhunter, marriage is about family, about my family's reputation. I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that person. Why would I want to be gay?" The question is spat like poison. I see it hit him, the confidence that was once like a mask peals off. His gaze moves to his feet, his fingers fumble with the ends of his silk shirt. He tenses his muscles, holding back his rage.
"I- I dint mean it like that, Mag-"
"Being gay is not a choice, Alexander. It's who you are, who you're born as. And I'm not going to accept anything you're saying, how can I? How can you say this to me? That night we stayed up talking meant nothing to you?" I think back to that night, he had needed my strength to heal Luke. I'd never thought of it the way he has, something personal, a night that bound us. Or did I? I think back to all those moments spent with Magnus: the time he called me pretty boy, the time we shared drinks at his house, the first time he looked into my eyes. Am I falling for him? No, no I'm not. I can't be thinking things like this, it's not me.

He looks up at me, his gold eyes staring into mine, reminding me of when he walked into the wedding ceremony. His chiselled face arches upward to keep eye contact with me. His red tipped hair dangles on his face. His tanned skin covered on the same glitter as at the wedding. Oh who am I kidding?

I take a step closer to him, pushing him to the wall. I kiss him, hard and messy. He awkwardly stands frozen for a while then melts into the kiss. His hands move to my neck, pulling me closer. My own hands on his waist beneath his blazer. Our heads tilt as our lips tangle together. Explosions take place in my stomach, full of colour and lust. I pull away looking around to make sure no one sees what just happened.

"Well," Magnus finally says, flustered.
"No one can know about this. Do you hear me? No one." I turn around and go back to my bedroom. Lydia already asleep, I close the door and rest my back against the frame. I slide down so I'm sitting on the floor. I can't help but smile.

So I do.