Iridescent : A Mortal Instruments and 1D Crossover

Chapter 11

Ok I'm really really sorry it's been so long since I updated but my computers are shit and I'm stuck using my phone now. Plus there has been some family drama that I had to deal with so I was a little distracted. I hope this next chapter is really good and again, sorry for the wait. Here's Chapter 11!!!!

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Chapter 11
Clary Pov-

It's been about a week since Christmas morning. Niall had apologized about a thousand times already. I still hadn't gone on my rarely used twitter. Harry kept warning me not to go on and I didn't plan on it.

As for Christmas presents, I thought I did pretty well. I didn't have to get anything for the girls, considering I had only met them on Christmas Eve, but I got them all something basic and small. I got each boy something special. Most of the time it would involve some kind of inside joke that had been created in the last week or so. Harry's was special of course. I wanted to add something to the small collection of bracelets he has on his wrists. It was a simple black bracelet, but it had a small angelic rune attached to it. He loved it, although the girls didn't know what it meant. I decided not to tell them unless it was absolutely necessary.

I got pretty simple things from the boys too. I wasn't really asking for much, so I got a few iTunes gift cards and some books that I had mentioned. Harry had gotten me a necklace with an H on it and a small jewel. He had pulled me into his lap and removed the chain from my neck. He slipped the ring off of it and added it to the new one. He moved my hair and clipped it around my neck. I turned around and kissed him on the corner of his mouth and hugged him. I loved it.

It had been arranged that I would do my training every night at seven and sometimes Paul would be there with me. I knew a lot about fighting, but not much about fighting someone without hurting them. He says he doesn't want to see me kick a 12 year old girl in the face. According to my job description, I would be the boys' bodyguard. I would go on tour with them and basically follow them everywhere they go. And that wasn't a bad thing. Jace's fire message had just been an immature threat, promising that he would find me. Another plus about that job is that while on tour, it will be easy to avoid him.
I had also been teaching the boys some self defense too. They had already learned a lot from their past workout manager, but I had brought a new style of fighting into it. Whenever I worked with Harry, however, we often got... distracted.
It had been a long day. Zayn was grumpy because we woke him up early and Niall was still nagging about there not being any food. Plus I was really sore from all the training I had been doing and tired because Harry had been rolling around and moving all night. All of this equals a not-so-happy Clary.
It was about six o'clock when I had finally decided to shut Niall up. I turned around at glared at him, "Alright! I'll go get you some food! I'll go to the store right now." Niall smiled widely at me and kept off of his seat on the couch. He wrapped me in a hug and yelled, "Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!" I pushed him off of me and pulled on my coat and shoes. "Do you want me to go with you?" I smiled back at Harry before responding, "Nah, it's ok. I'll be quick. The store isn't too far away so I'll just walk." I jogged up to our room and snatched my wallet off of the bedside table and waved to the boys as I walked out the door.
I had been walking for about five minutes and was near a pretty populated area. I hoped that no fans that saw that picture from Christmas were somewhere in the crowd. I continued walking but noticed a few girls across the street pointing at me and whispering. Shit.
I started walking faster. I glanced behind me to see the girls gaining on me. I could easily get them to back off, but I couldn't cause a scene in public. Especially if people recognize me now. Everything spreads so fast in that damn fandom.

I could now see the store, which meant I didn't have a lot of time to lose them. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. There were six of them all giving me dirty glares. I put my hand on my hip and stood my ground, waiting for them to confront me. This really trampy girl strutted in front of the group, most likely acting as a leader. She stopped in front of me and looked down at me. I hate being so short.