Here we are for my first, non one-shot fanfic. And truthfully, I'm looking forward to writing it.
Summary: Magnus, the new singing sensation is in a dilemma when he needs a boyfriend for a week to get rid of a persistent pursuer. Who better to ask than the blue eyed, black haired concert director?
Pairings: Malec, Simon/Izzy and Jace/Clary.
agree·ment
noun
the act or fact of agreeing, or of being in harmony or accord
an understanding or arrangement between two or more people, countries, etc.
a contract
~ Agreement ~
The young man sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking thoroughly stressed out. His normal sparkling amber green eyes were dull, even his hair was lacking its normal sparkle.
Melissa, a pretty young woman with wavy bottle blonde hair and grass green eyes, glanced at the male sympathetically.
"Do you want me to hold off the tour?" She asked, walking over to the chair he was slouched in, her high heeled shoes making a clacking noise against the hardwood flooring.
"You seem like you could do with the rest, maybe I could book a nice stay away in Barbados" She smiled, despite how tired she was too, anyone would be after a day or signing documents.
"No" He mumbled, looking deep in thought "It's nothing I can't handle"
"Magnus-" Malissa started, but she was cut off when Magnus waved his hand at his manager, offering a smile "Don't worry about me, I'm just stressed about my new album, I want it to be the CD every teen wants to buy. There's something a little off about my last song, I can't put a finger on it"
The room lapsed into silence; Melissa pressed her lips into a thin line, not looking happy about his answer "Okay. I need to get going home now, remember. Dinner at 6 tomorrow" She reminded the exotic man gently, picking her handbag from the nearby chair she left the recording studio.
'The dinner, I forgot' He though idly, glancing around the studio. It was decorated to his tastes, a zebra print rug on the wooden floor, the walls painted a vivid lime green, and a large white couch he was currently lying on. In the corner of the room was the microphone and other necessary equipment for recording a song.
Magnus stood and stretched, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, wondering how he could get out of the dinner tomorrow. It wasn't the fact he didn't want to go. He could never pass up an opportunity to eat at a fancy restaurant. Or the fact that he was meeting his new record producer there, Michel.
It was his daughter. She was a very pretty girl, very attractive and was smart, but she wasn't his type. For starters; She. Was. A. Girl.
That's right, he's gay. Magnus had thought he'd made that obvious enough (Weren't the leather skinnies a hint? Or the pink silk shirt?) But she still flirted with him like no tomorrow.
And even if he said to politely "I'm sorry...I'm just not interested" She would squeal and clutch her chest, claiming that her heart was broken. And her father would call off the new record contract.
Magnus paused mid-step, a sudden idea flashing into his head, he grinned
~ Some Time Later: Alec POV ~
I frowned as another text from my sister flashed up on my phone, claiming that if I didn't get home soon she was going to stab me with a stiletto. Shrugging a stuffed the mobile back into my pocket and continued my route down the hallways to the stairs, after making sure the door to my studio was locked, I didn't want anyone sneaking in there and stealing something.
"Alexander!" A silky smooth voice exclaimed, accompanied by fast footsteps, confused, I turned round only to find the Magnus Bane jogging towards me.
Okay, I know I work in the same building as him, but I'd never actually seen him in person, his studio was always blocked by security. And even so, what were the chances that a professional singer and...Well me, would ever cross paths? I was one of those people who organised the tours and concerts, one of those background people.
He came to a stop in front of me, flushed, and shot me a grin. I felt my insides twist a little and had to suppress the blush that wanted to erupt on my face. I was kind of...a fan, ever since I heard his voice he's always been my favourite artist.
"Alexander" He repeated my name (How did he know my name?)
"Eh..." Was the jumbled mess of words that fell out my mouth, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket again, probably another text from Izzy saying that she was going to stab me with something other than a pair of her shoes.
"Can I ask you a favour?" The singer asked me, stretching a little. I blinked at how tall he was; he was at least a foot taller than was.
My trusting my voice at the moment, I nodded. "Can you be my boyfriend for a week"
My eyes doubled in size and I let out a strangled "W...What?"
He chuckled, explaining to me about this guy's daughter and how he didn't want to end this new recording contract. I found myself silent after his little speech. I hardly knew the guy and yet he wanted me to be his boyfriend for the week? Not only was he a guy, but a professional singer.
"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I think that if I turn up to his dinner claiming that I've got a boyfriend. She'll get the fact that I'm not available and leave me alone...and the fact that I'm gay"
"W...why me? I mean...isn't there anyone else you can ask?" I queried, he gave me a lazy smile and I noticed how tired he looked, the black eyeliner was smeared a little around his eyes, as if he'd rubbed them. The time of day was made clear when he glanced at his watch, telling him that it was 11 at night.
"Truthfully, you're the only person around at the moment, and you're cute too...please, you don't know how happy this would make me"
I could feel my cheeks heating up at the compliment, Magnus looked rather amused and winked at me, only making my blush worse.
"I...okay..." I said, not really knowing what else to say, he grinned suddenly, showing perfect pearly white teeth.
"Fantastic!" He exclaimed "If you give me your email address I'll send you a timetable of all the events you need to come to, including the address and my phone number"
I could feel myself becoming rather dazed and confused at what was coming out of his mouth, I simply nodded and wrote down my email on a scrap piece of paper, handing it do him.
He took the said item gladly and I noted his nails were painted bright orange and were glittery.
"Thank you so much Alexander! I'm sorry this is kinda out of the blue, but you're the only person who's perfect for the job"
"Eh, no problem" I said back "And call me Alec. I hate Alexander"
"Ah, okay Alec. I guess I'll see you tomorrow" He said, flashing another one of those gorgeous smiles...wait! Did I just say gorgeous!
I watched as he walked off in the opposite direction before another vibration from my phone brought me out my thoughts. I looked at the text and winced, Izzy was threatening that if I didn't get home soon she was making dinner. I don't think I ever wanted to encounter the chicken and peanut butter soup again, I could feel my stomach churn in agreement.
Smiling stupidly, I simply texted back a 'You never guess what happened'
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