Love from The Start

It Started In Art School

Love from The Start: Chapter One- It Started in Art School.

Alec Pov

"How do I look," A smooth male voice asked from behind me. I was leaning on a desk looking over some photos of said male, that were going in Vanity Fair. They were doing a spread about his new fashion line and I was making sure the photos were perfect.

"Yeah, you look great Magnus," I answered, not looking up from the photos.

I could practically feel the force of him pouting at me. "You didn't even look at me Alexander."

A smile crept its way onto my face. "You always look amazing Magnus."

Sighing, he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his chin on my shoulder, looking down at the photos as well. "You have been staring at the same three pictures for the past hour now. They are all going in the article, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, but one of these are going on the cover of the Magazine. The cover Magnus! It needs to be absolutely perfect."

Again, I could practically feel him rolling his eyes. "You're the most sought out photographer in Hollywood. I'm pretty sure that means all of your pictures are perfect."

"Shh, your opinion is biased," I chuckled shoving my hand in his face. He laughed moving his face away from my hand before kissing my cheek.

"Are you forgetting what today is love?"

The question finally made me look away from the photos and over at him. Was there something going on today? Another interview? A birthday? No, it's no ones birthday this month. There aren't any weddings for us to go to either.

"Wow... you really forgot, didn't you," Magnus laughed, making me blush.

"I've been busy!"

"So have I, yet here I am remembering the super important day that the great Alec Lightwood forgot."

"Just tell me what it is dork," I chided, laughing as I finally picked up a photo of Magnus in a crimson red suit and slicked back hair.

"It's our five-year anniversary Alec," he whined, faking hurt.

I raised an eyebrow at that. "We have only been dating for two years."

He rolled his eyes again. Something tells me that's becoming a habit he needs to break away from. "Yes, but we met each other five years ago today. I think that deserves celebrating."

I smirked at that. "Though I am touched that you hold the day we met at such high regard, you look for any excuse to celebrate. You wanted to celebrate after I opened a jar of pickles last weekend."

"Hey! That jar was impossible to open!"

"Yet I opened it in a matter of seconds," I teased, making Magnus shove me playfully.

"Anyway, we met five-years ago today and I want to go out and celebrate."

I smiled shaking my head at him. "We have three photoshoots and Vanity Fair's editor is coming over to interview you about your line. Celebrating will have to wait."

He pouted at me again, only this time I could see it plain as day. Magnus was adorable when he pouted, but I wasn't going to let him use it against me.

"Alexander," he whined.

"Don't you 'Alexander' me. You're the one who chose to become a famous fashion designer. That means interviews and photoshoots. I'm sorry that they get in the way of your plans, but they are important for your career."