Matthew Daddario imagines

true love

If you had told me a year ago I would end up with someone like Alec, I would've laughed at you. I wouldn't believe that someone as nice and caring, not to mention handsome, as Jace would be interested in little ole me. I'm nothing special with my Y/H/C hair and dull Y/E/C eyes. I'm not a supermodel by anyone's standards.

Our meeting was an accident. I'd just moved to New York for work and I wasn't used to the area, so I was just wandering the streets, trying to learn where everything was. I went to turn the corner of the street and ran right into someone, knocking me onto my butt. I look up and see a young man around my age standing over me. With beautiful blue eyes that I think that I could easily get lost in.

"Sorry I d-didn't see you there." I stutter out as I stand up. I've never really been comfortable talking to people that I don't know. I move to walk around him, but I don't get more than a step away when I feel the man grab wrist. I freeze in place as I feel his fingers. His hand is warm against my skin causing heat to travel up my arm from where his fingers touch me.

"It was my fault. How about I get you a coffee to make it up to you?" His voice is deep. And it's the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. The sound of his voice washing over me, makes me feels safe in his presence.

"I don't know..." I trail off mid-sentence, not knowing what to say. Part of me wants to scream out "Yes! I will get coffee with you." Wanting to get to know the beautiful stranger in front of me. The other part of me is saying no, that I shouldn't go with him. I don't know this man. I shouldn't trust this man.

"There's a wonderful coffee place not far that way... I'm Jace." He drops my wrist from his grasp. I can feel the loss of it the moment he lets go. The warmth, the feeling of safety that came from the gentle touch. His name! It fits him perfectly and I just know that it will roll right off my tongue.

"I guess...I'm Y/N." I smile, a little more comfortable now that I know his name. He turns and gestures with his arm that we need to walk down the street in the opposite direction.

After that, it became an everyday thing, meeting late at night, Jace getting his coffee and I getting my hot chocolate. In the beginning, we would talk about us, ask each other questions. I would even call us friends. As the weeks passed, the questions got more personal and deeper. I ended up telling him things I never told my friends back home.

Jace always seemed to be holding back, as if he really had to think about what he was going to tell me. That he couldn't tell me everything that happened in his life. Jace, at this point, was the person I called my best friend, but I didn't think that I was his. For some reason, that really hurt.

It all came to a head six months after we started meeting. I could tell that he was lying to me. I could see it in his face, but I could also see that he struggled with it, which made the lying even worse. Not knowing what to say, I just stood up from the table and walked out of the cafe.

"Y/N!" He yells after me. I stop, but I don't turn around to face him. I'm listening, but able to leave if I don't like what he has to say.

"What's wrong?" Jace says from behind me.

"What's wrong! I know you're lying to me. Every single night! I can see it on your face when you lie to me.... Don't you trust me!" I turn to look at him. I can see the hurt on his face, but my anger makes me uncaring.

"I trust you!" Jace yells right back at me.

"You don't act like it, Jace. You never tell me the truth about what you do during the day and that hurts so much Jace. I care about you. Do you even care about me and how I'm feeling?"
"I care about you....I-I think I love you, Y/N." Jace's confession stuns me.