Take My Heart.

Chapter five:

Alec's POV:

I wake up the next day and look to my side, expecting to find a sleeping Lydia, but she's not there. I get up, get dressed and head to the main hall of the Institute. There aren't many people in the hall, it's been like this the past couple of days, no major problems. I find Lydia at one of the monitors, her professional side visible. She senses my presence as I take a couple steps towards her.

"Nothing." Is all she says. She turns to face me and folds her arms as she does so. "Just like yesterday... and the day before... and the day before that, and the day before that." There's a long pause as she stares at me, she's not actually staring at me, it's like she's in her own world, her own little bubble.
"There must be something wrong." She says not moving her eyes from that one spot on my chest.
"I doubt that. Demon's must get bored after a while." I say sarcastically, she looks at my face and smiles at me.
"Funny." She sighs and turns back around to the monitor. "Well, I guess this means you have today off."
"Really?" Is all I can get out, I've never had a day off of being a Shadowhunter. "What am I supposed to do? What if there's an attack on the Institute?"
"I doubt there will be an attack, the demon's are probably just bored of it." She says as she looks over her shoulder and smiles at me. She is truly beautiful. Even if I don't feel that way towards her, it's a bit hard to miss the beauty. Her blond hair that is always in extravagant plaits reflects light almost like a mirror. The subtle blushed colour of her lips makes her look even more delicate than she truly is.

"I'll call you if anything comes up. And as for what you do, that is completely up to you."

After a while, I find myself on the streets, aimlessly walking around. My hands rest in the bottom of my pockets. My hoodie hangs off my shoulders, freely blowing in the wind despite the warm weather. I'm wearing what I wear everyday, a black top and back jeans. Being under the cloak of a glamour, hidden from mundanes, is one of the best things about being a Shadowhunter. You can wear what you want, act how you want, and the rest of the world simply pass by, the right to judge is not within them.

I walk for ten or so minutes around the streets of Brooklyn. Colourful art, or vandalism as my mother likes to call it, catches my eyes. I stop for a moment, taking in the beautiful curves and lines that spiral in and out of each other, creating a masterpiece. But what catches my eyes is what the lines form, a bow and arrow intertwined with flowers. They really captured the beauty of the weapon.

After taking in what I can, I quickly turn away from the wall, bumping into someone as I do so. So much for being a swift Shadowhunter. The stranger falls to the floor, it was a man with a familiar, muscular figure. He looks up as he tangles his fingers in his red tipped hair and brushes it out of his face where it fell. Magnus.
"Oh, I- I'm so sorry...Magnus?" I stretch out a hand, offering my help. He grabs my hand and I pull him up.
"Thank you, Alexander." Magnus says once he's standing, his hand still in mine. He looks down at our hands then looks back to my face and gives me a small smirk. "Is this what we do know?" I look down and notice our hands, I quickly jolt out of the embrace.
"I- I'm sorry." I lie. I'm, for some reason, not sorry. It wasn't exactly the worst feeling in the world.
"You don't need to apologise. What brings you out on the streets anyway?" He asks as he straightens out the deep purple shirt he's wearing, it has a very low 'v' line and small chiffon patterns going across it. Multiple chains and necklaces fall on his pumped up chest.

"Um, there isn't m-much happening in the Institute. I have a day off." As I speak Magnus nods along and I notice passers by staring at us. "Oh, I've got a glamour on. G- give me a sec." I go off to a small alleyway and trace over the marks on my pale skin. I go back to the main street, Magnus stands there waiting for me, his hands in his black trouser pockets.

"So, Alexander... like to accompany me for a drink?"
"U- um, sure. It's a bit early, where are we supposed to get drinks from?" I ask.
"Oh, Alec. It's happy hour somewhere my dear." He states then smiles at me.

When he calls me dear my face starts to burn up and I can't control it anymore.

I'm blushing.