Seven Love Song (c) strawfelly

a Mortal Instrument fanfiction

Disclaimer: none of the character in this story is my own.

Credit to Cassandra Clare and Egoist for the song.

Love ləv/ (n)

1. an intense feeling of deep affection.

That evening, I met Izzy at our usual place, a coffee shop that is just a couple blocks away from the Institute. This is a quite historical place for us, since this is where the first time I confess my affection toward Izzy, and ever since then, we always make appointment in this coffee shop about twice or thrice a week. Beside of that, it's faster for Izzy if she had emergency call from the Institute to go back. And I love the espresso that this coffee shop serve, Izzy loves to order iced or hot Americano here.

And we just spend some time to talk, to catch up with one and another, because even I only talk to her for some brief time, it's such an amusement and it's literally just made my day. And the word 'bored' is not on my dictionary as long as she is by my side, she is the key of what I call as happiness right now.

"Look how stupid is the mundanes celebrating the day that is named after Clary's father."

She is sitting across me, her eyes fixed to where scrolling through the brand new phone she just bought. I'm not sure what she opens, but I'm not sure shadow hunter use social media to communicate with one and another.

"Do you mean the Valentine's Day?"

"Of course, there's even a stupid countdown popped up out of nowhere in my cellphone screen."

She shows her cellphone screen to me, it says '7 days to Valentine Days!' heavily decorated with hearts and all things red or pink. I cannot imagine relating this thing to Valentine we know. It's totally nonsense to say that this is related to Valentine, but I can't help to think that since I know about Valentine, it's hard not to think that Valentine's Day is not Valentine Morgenstern day.

"Have you ever considered to celebrate the day?"

"This day? I will not celebrate the day that somehow reminds me to that man. He has done a lot of bad things, and celebrate it is same with cherish to what he had done, I'll pass."

Honestly I was hoping she could celebrate it together, it's our first Valentine's not Morgenstern Day as a couple, a few days ago I figure out, why not? But seems like Izzy declined my idea even without any explanation because of its name. Well, he is a manic, but that doesn't mean this day have any relation to that maniac.

I just wish that it wasn't named Valentine's Day, just anything beside that one.

And Izzy didn't even notice me being speechless, not knowing what to say when I originally plan something at Val—that International lovey-dovey day. She just continue to scroll endlessly on her phone.

"Don't you just want to try?"

"No, thanks, Simon. Sorry I can't accompany you, we still have a lot of good dates later, to celebrate this kind of stuffs, it's just not at this particular day."

"This is more than just accompany, Izzy. It's our first big day as a couple, do you understand how big that could be?"

I know that I am not the best person to explain something, especially like this, when the reason I ask her is because I want Izzy to be mine for a day. No interruption, no emergency call from Institute, no brother who accidentally-but-not-really walk pass through the coffee shop very slowly and purposely stalk us. I understand that Shadowhunter barely even been friend with downworlder like me. But he already know who I am long before I got transformed, and Izzy had deal with all of other downworlder boyfriend before me. Even I always tell myself that I am different, Izzy is all mine and mine only.

"I will consider it, Simon. Give me two days and I'll make up my mind." There's some hope rather than no, I quite like it, even this means that I will be more disappointed if she says no. Then suddenly, her phone that lays on the table for a few minutes makes some noise, it's a a call, and her ringtone is the tune of some catchy pop jingle that I heard somewhere before.

"I better get this," she opens up her phone and talk to someone on the phone. She said 'I understand' a few times, and I can see her is turning to uneasy. I don't know what is happening, but there's something.

At the end, she close her phone and her facial expression is isn't likely the moment before she get the phone call.

"Simon, I'm sorry I have to leave now. It was my mom, we're going to Idris to celebrate some kind of big day, a cousin of mine wedding. And it will be celebrated altogether with one of traditional Idris' festival, it's like the international-lovey-dovey day for Shadowhunter."

I froze to hear her explanation, she got some plan, and I got none. I don't think that she will ask me to go to Idris, even with new council and all the revolutionary stuffs but Idris? I don't really like that place either. But I want to be with Izzy, and she haven't ask me to come.

"..and Simon, I'm really sorry to say this" Here's come the bad news, I thought. "I can't bring you along. There's a total restriction for non-Shadowhunter to come to Idris in that day."

Therefore, I don't know what else I should say. I think this conversation is already ended before I could say anything.

"I promise I'll be back two or three days again. We can keep in touch with this," She shows me her brand-new phone. "I'll text you like every five minutes, cheer up. I don't like you with blank face, makes you seems like undead vampire."

Actually I am, but well, I just realize that I look bad in front of her. I know that this is out of her reach, I want to ask Izzy to takes me in no matter what, but I'm not in mood to declare a war with anyone so I do my best to accept the condition.

"Ha ha, funny." In response to her rhetorical joke. "Make sure you bring me some cotton candy or anything afterward. And I hold your word, text me in every five minutes. With supporting media like picture, video, stuffs."

"Okay, keep yourself together in these two days ahead."

She embrace me with her tight hug, I don't want her to leave. At the same time, I don't want to be a cry baby for this small matter, so I keep all of the emotions inside, I can do this, I'm good at this, that's what I thought.

"You too, Izzy."

And the view of my girl leaving the coffee shop with her long black hair waving along with the wind is the last thing I see.

Don't let me go
Hold me tight; I love you
Won't you laugh for me just one more time?

Author's note: This is my first fanfic for a while, I figure out to post it here to be a good comeback (?) I don't know where this will head, I just have some outline, but I will let the story flow. Hopefully I can update this daily before Valentine's Day come this series will be ended.

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