Tell me more, tell me something I don't know.
Could we come close to havin' it all?
~ Lewis Capaldi
(Unedited, *sigh*)
"Glasgow, you have been incredible!" I tell the Hydro Arena and a chorus of screams and shouts, various items of clothing are sent our way. Alec catches a particularly racey bra and holds it between two fingers, unsure of what to do with the garment.
"I think you're barking up the wrong tree love." Jace smirks even if he isn't sure who had parted with it and the front rows howl in laughter. Alec passes the bra back to Jon who drapes it over his shoulders like a scarf. Much to their further amusement.
When we wave goodbye to our loyal fans and the florescent lights drench us in dark blue there's a sense of calm. I take Jaces hand on stage and with the biggest smile he kisses it for all to see making the crowd go wild.
His hand stays in mine even as we make our way back stage as does the buzz and ringing in our ears as we leave the arena into the cold, wet british night. I stare up at the sky and feel the rain on my face and the wind as it whips around me and sends the hair into my eyes and wonder if, despite Nicos incessant gossip, we would be alright. All of us.
"You coming Clary? I need my bed after that, I'm spent." Jon asks me from one of the higher windows, looking around at the night too like it isn't anything out of the ordinary.
"Yeah, sorry."
As our bus draws closer to the hotel the feeling stays and Jaces hand finds mine, stroking my knuckles gently with one calloused thumb and nodding at whatever Jonathan was saying to him.
They hadn't asked about us, i figured they were letting us figure ourselves out without further input, but maybe they didn't want to jinx anything. We weren't dating anyway, not officially. Things had been slow since our kiss a couple of days prior.
We went on dates, i even tried my hand at ice skating and failed miserably but then Jace didn't do much better. He opened car doors for me and we bought each other gifts. In fact, i was working on getting him a custom made guitar with our band logos on it.
He was the perfect gentleman probably because he felt so guilty. Little did he know i already forgave him, i always did. It was a weakness of mine. What we hadn't done though was touched, not properly. He would take my hand and put his arm around me in public and move the hair from my eyes but he hadn't tried to kiss me again.
Maybe he was afraid i would break if he tried or blow away in the wind like smoke.
As usual he walks me to my room, his hand never leaving mine and our bodies inches from each other like we were joined at the hip. He smelled like after shave and sweat from the show but i didn't mind one bit, in all disgusting honesty i liked it.
"This is your stop." He smirks at me and leans against the wall beside my room door and looks down at our hands even if I'm infront of him now.
He looks exhausted, he'd never admit it but he needed rest. This tour was really taking it out on all of us.
"Well thanks for walking me home, even if you are just a few doors away." I smile at him and his eyes meet mine, shining and full of mischief. We share the same smile
"My pleasure Miss Fray. All joking aside though, i would really love to take you out tomorrow." His fingers brush mine but his eyes don't waver from my green ones "Unless you have plans with some other gentleman caller." So not all jokes aside.
"You're a dork." I shake my head laughing at him and he shrugs lazily, that damn smirk still plastered onto his handsome face
"Is that a yes? Because no pressure, but if its a no I'm afraid i'd die a slow and painful death. My ego bruises easily when it comes to you."
This man.
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