Morning Star (Being rewritten)

Chapter 7

As the weeks flew by, Amelia found herself growing closer to Jonathan. He opened up to her, unlike with anyone else at the Institute. When they weren't constantly going back and forth between New York, the Silent City, and Idris, or Amelia going on missions, they spent a lot of personal time together. Of course Jonathan was also trying to regain Clary's trust, and Amelia was becoming more like family to Alec, Izzy, and, surprisingly, even Jace. There was also a silent agreement that Amelia was to cook now instead of Isabelle. 

One morning, as Amelia was walking down the hall, she heard the faint sound of a piano. She got curious, so she followed the music until she reached the library. She quietly opened the door, and saw Jonathan sitting at the grand piano, looking incredibly focused and relaxed at the same time. She didn't understand how the two expressions could be shown at the same time, but they were. 

Amelia smiled as she walked into the room quietly. When the song was over, Jonathan looked up, and when he noticed she was standing there, he looked a bit embarrassed.

"I didn't hear you come in," he said.

"Don't worry, I haven't been here long," she said, walking over to the piano. She sat next to him on the bench. "Where did you learn how to play the piano?" 

"Valentine taught me, but he wasn't too kind about it," He said.

Amelia learned over the last few weeks how badly Valentine had treated Jonathan as a child, so she didn't even need to ask any further before understanding what he meant.

"I thought you were supposed to be on a mission with Isabelle?" He asked.

"In a bit. Its a beautiful song," she said. "It would be more beautiful if you played it in the correct key, though," she pointed out. "May I?" She asked, hands hovering over the keys. 

Jonathan nodded and she played the same song higher. She read the notes as her fingers danced across the keys, her memory nearly taking over as she remembered the song from playing it as a child, as Jonathan stared at her in fascination. 

Jonathan had known her for a while now, yet he had never seen her so calm. She was always like fire; fearless, powerful, always on the go... beautiful. It blazed through her veins, making her nearly unstoppable. This wasn't the first time, he realized, that fire had saved him. She was also in her gear, which Jonathan thought made her look really hot for some reason. He'd never really thought of anyone as "hot" before, now that he thought about it. 

"You were right," He said when she finished playing. "Though there is only room for one beautiful thing here."

"And what is that?" Amelia looked up from the keys. Their faces were only inches away.

"You," He said quietly, nearly a whisper. Amelia had grown use to his compliments over the last few weeks, but he had never called her beautiful before. He smiled is charming smile when he noticed her pale face turn red, and leaned in to kiss her. 

Amelia had heard of people saying its like sparks flying, but nothing in the world could have prepared her for this moment. She had known she had feelings for Jonathan for a while now, but she would have never guessed that he felt the same way. 

She deepened the kiss, and it could have gone on forever if they hadn't heard the door open. They quickly pulled away and both of them turned bright red as Isabelle walked in. 

Isabelle looked at both of them for a moment before a look flashed across her face, like she knew she had just won a bet. 

"Amelia, are you ready?" She asked.

"Yes, let's go," Amelia said quickly, scrambling off of the bench and out the library door.

Isabelle winked at Jonathan before closing the door behind her, leaving Jonathan alone and speechless, as well as an even deeper shade of red.