Mad About You -Malec

Chapter 3: Malec

Alec pov

A terrible aching in my head is what woke me.

Also, the overwhelming sense that somebody was in bed next to me.

My eyes snapped open and I was greeted by the sight of a bare chest.

My heart leaped dangerously in my chest and I toppled out of the bed, clumsily considering I'm a Shadowhunter but quick enough that Magnus doesn't wake, hardly even stirs.

Thank the Angel.

Oh, by the angel-- Magnus?

I glanced around myself, my breathing coming out in awkward bursts.

The room is a riot of colors and mess. Heaps of clothes are piled in corners and the walk-in closet on one side of the room is spilling over with clothing you'd expect to see at a fashion show. On the other side are ceiling-to-floor windows, so dirty that I can't see through them. Thick, velvet curtains half cover them, keeping the early morning light from lighting the room.

Nobody else is in the room, besides Magnus and I. I don't know if that should reassure me or not.

I glance down at myself and froze.

Where the hell are my clothes?

At my feet is a black shirt that looks entirely out of place in such a vibrant room. I realized, sadly, that I relate deeply with that shirt.

Partly, because it's my shirt, but also because I belong here about as much as it does.

Which is not at all.

Next to the shirt is a belt. Next to that is one of my socks. Also black. Slowly, my clothes lead me to the bedroom door and out into the loft.

With my entire outfit in my arms, excluding my boxers--thank the angel I was still wearing those--I throw them on, so quickly that it takes me a minute to realize that I was trying to put my hoodie on my legs as if they're pants.

The apartment was a mess, dirtied from the party last night. The couch was flipped upside down, sticking half in and half out of the fireplace. What I assumed was a vampire is sleeping in the bottom of it, snoring loudly. The coffee table is nowhere to be seen and the DJ's set up is now scattered around the loft. The DJ sleeps on top of one of his fallen speakers.

Try as I might, I cannot remember anything that had happened last night.

I stepped out of the apartment, closing the door quietly behind me, even though I know nobody up there will be disturbed by the sound of a shutting door. Hangover's do that.

I made my way back to the institute. As I walked I willed myself to remember.

What the hell happened last night? And what was with me being in bed with the High Warlock of Brooklyn? Sober Alec would definitely never have done that. Then again, I was anything but sober last night.

I sighed and looked at my phone.

4:48 a.m

The walk from Brooklyn to the Institute is a long one, but I finally get back.

The doors, heavy and designed up and down with runes, fly open at my touch. The corridor is empty and eerily quiet. The candles burn low.

The only source of sound comes from me pushing the rickety elevator button and its descent to the corridor. I stepped inside and took it back upstairs where I quietly checked Jace's room.

Luckily, he was sleeping. Clary beside him.

Next door was Izzy's room. I would've liked to tell her what had happened but she was also asleep, so instead, I, went down to the kitchen to grab a snack. A container of leftover food from Taki's.