All That Money Can't Buy

Chapter Five: One leaves Another returns

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Clary's POV

I don't think I truly understood what being friends with Jace would mean.

We had arrived in London, bombarded with screaming fans and paparazzi who were thirsty for some juicy gossip on Jace and I's love life, or lack of.

We didn't hold hands anymore, we couldn't cuddle or kiss or even laugh like we used to, like what the other said was the funniest thing in the entire world.
All of that was almost forbidden now, we were single. I think.

He had also promised to get help with his drug abuse... Again.

Single, Lonely and hopelessly in love with someone we didn't trust, even though we told ourselves we did.

We still hadn't decided if we were keeping the baby, I'd have to take time off if we were but at least Jace could still play.

Hell, broken fingers weren't even stopping that boy from playing.
We'd advised him not to insisting that we could just find someone else until they healed but he wouldn't have it.

We were in separate rooms and hadn't said very much to each other over the last few days, Alec and Jon could cut the awkwardness and tension in the room with a knife when we were all together. Being friends with your ex isn't as easy as you might think, especially when all you think about is kissing the hell out of them.

To cut a long story short I am sad. Immensely so.

I lay back on the plush double bed in my room and turned the tv on using the remote beside me with the hand that wasn't resting on my stomach. I flipped through the channels quickly, looking for something decent to watch before settling on How I Met Your Mother reruns.

Our first show here was tomorrow night and so right now we were all resting after the hectic couple of days we've had.

I stretched my limbs out across the bed, hating how much space I had and wandered into the bathroom while the commercials were on.
I ran my finger over the numerous, colourful bottles of complimentary shampoos and conditioners beside the huge bathtub and decided that was just what I needed right now. A nice, hot bath.

I ran the hot water, waiting for it to heat up before putting the plug in and found a violet bottle of lavender bubble bath to pour in.

I undressed, testing the bath water with my toe, running the cold water for a while before sinking under the water and relaxing as best I could. I could still hear the tv from the bedroom yet eventually succeeded in blocking it out and slid further under the water, turning the tap off with my foot.

I sighed, resting my chin on top of the water. Then suddenly, I heard it.

The soft music coming from next door, a single acoustic guitar almost lulling me to sleep it was so gentle, it was absolutely beautiful and new. I had definitely never heard it before even though it was Jace staying next door.

Did he actually write a song?
A muffled voice joined the tune, and although I couldn't make out a single word he was saying, I knew he must've wrote it.
He would have showed me the song before if he hadn't.

Sitting up in the bath I contemplated going next door and asking him to play it for me, like I used to when we produced our first album. He always came to me with his new ideas first.

He really was an exceptional writer and of course that showed through when he produced a song.

We're just friends now.

I can still ask him to play it for me
But then he'll know I heard him.

He's going to have to show it to us all eventually... Then again, it wasn't really our style?