Authors Note:

Okay, so I've been debating this for a long time, and I finally decided to bite the bullet and just do it! I've been writing fanfics for over a year now, but I've always done one topic: Clace. But I've always wanted to write a Malec story because I just adore them so much, and I've asked how you readers would feel about it, and some of you are only interested in Clace, and that's totally fine, but I still wanted to give this a shot.

So, I hope you all give this a chance because I have a great idea for it. I'm not sure how long it's going to be, or where it's exactly going to end, but I promise I'll be one hell of a ride! Clace and Sizzy will both be mentioned in this fic, so don't worry, you will get all the ships, but the focus will be with Alec and Magnus.

Disclaimer - I do not own TMI, all rights belong to Cassandra Clare, and I'm just using her amazing characters to bring to life another story!

I will be keeping an update schedule for this story as well. I'll update every Friday, and hopefully stay true to it, but I am going ton vacation this summer, and I have a bunch of weddings, so I hope to keep true to my word, but who knows what could happen!

Okay, that's enough talk! Please let me know what you think, and leave a review! I hope you all enjoy this and continue reading all my other stories that are yet to come!

Without further ado, please enjoy!

Chapter One

Alec POV:

I didn't really know what it meant to be myself for a very long time. I had suppressed every thought, and every encouraging word that came my way until I was 21 years old that who I was didn't matter, as long as I was being who everyone else wanted me to be. It was incredibly lonely. Of course I had my siblings, but having no one else, gave me solitude, and isolation that was more damaging in the long run than it was supposed to be.

But there was more to it than just wanted to please my family, and those around me. In high school I saw what being openly gay was like. And I knew one thing: I never wanted to be treated like that. My junior year, a kid committed suicide from all the threats he was receiving for being gay and in a relationship with another guy. It was just one more factor that made me stay hidden in the closet for as long as I could.

And there were others, others who endured the torture, and the name-calling and the taunting. Magnus Bane was one of them. He was an openly bisexual male; who wore his emotions on his sleeve, but never let anyone see how he was feeling. He was proud of who he was, and as much criticism as he got, he stood tall and never once changed to fit in. But I saw the pranks, and the hate crimes that he got, and I never wanted to be on the receiving end of those.

College was a different story. Jace, Izzy and I all attended NYU, and for the first time in my life, I could be exactly who I wanted to be. Jace and Izzy were super supportive, and always had my back, especially when I came out to my parents. Our relationship is still rocky to this day, but I am who I am, and I'm done apologizing for it, and I'm done hiding it. As long as I had my siblings, and whatever partner that I decided to pursue in life, that's all I needed. I've spent so long pleasing others, that it's time that I start pleasing myself. And that's exactly what I started doing.

Now, at 26 years old, I'm a professional photographer who travels wherever I'm needed. I always ended up crashing with Jace or Izzy when I wasn't traveling the world, and I loved it. I was a nomad in a sense, and it was an experience that I was forever grateful for. I had some crazy summer flings, and winter romances. I have travelled to places I thought I would only get to see in magazines, and I've met some of the most amazing and accepting people in my life. It was the most rewarding and liberating experiences I've ever had thus far in life, and one I'll cherish forever.

But that time was over, for now anyway. A professor I had at NYU got in touch with one of his friends who was also a photographer and dropped my name as a good addition, and when he called me to join his company to be leased out to designers, and magazines, and runway shows I couldn't say no. It was a new adventure, one that I was looking forward to and learning from.

Which brings me to today, I was apartment hunting with Izzy, and I was nervous to be putting down roots for the first time. I mean, the longest I've ever stayed in a place was India, and that was only for about 3 weeks. Buying a place, hell even renting a place was more permanent than anything I've ever had before, and I was a little scared to be honest. But I was finally going to be living close to my siblings, and not crashing on their couches so that was a huge perk of this new job.

"Alright, this will be the last one today." Izzy said and I nodded. "Who knew you could be so picky."

"I just want something that feels like home. Something I'm comfortable in." I said and she nodded.

"Well, this place is pretty cozy apparently. Two bedrooms, 1 and a half baths, living room, kitchen, your own laundry room, and an office." Izzy rattled off and I nodded along, it sounded nice, and I hoped it lived up to that expectation.

We walked into the apartment, and something just clicked. I could see myself living here, and building something here with someone one day, or even just creating a bunch of memories with friends and family. It was a feeling I didn't get in any of the other places we looked at, and that for me was a sign.

We walked through the whole place and by the time we got back to the living room, I was completely sold. Izzy cheered before pulling out her phone and calling the number of the landlord and telling him that I was interested. He was there not 10 minutes later, and I was signing that papers. It was surreal, but I knew this is where I wanted to be. Once I was done, he handed me the key and bowed out of the apartment. I looked around and couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

"Welcome home big brother." Izzy said and I pulled her into a hug.

"It's good to be home Iz."

Sneak Peak for Chapter Two:

"Which is exactly why I didn't use him. I told him that if he wasn't going to be pleasant, I was going to take out business somewhere else." Camille said.

"Where did you go?" I asked curiously. We always got our photographers from Hodge.

"Alicante Studios. I've been hearing great things about their photographers lately, and I decided to give it a try. Four of them will be here tomorrow." She said and I nodded.