A/N ? Um I don't really know what to put in this a/n because I'm a horribly uncreative writer and I literally do not understand fanfiction at all but wattpad sucks too… so let's just begin this hopefully my story will make more sense than this note :). *kill me*

Disclaimer ( honestly don't even know what that is I just see other writers put it in there fanfics so ): I ? own ? nothing ?

Magnus Bane was bored. It was Friday night, a night for parties, underage drinking, hook-ups. Jamming out with Ragnor and Will. That was supposed to be Magnus's Friday night. That was always his Friday night. Instead he was currently sitting at some random bar, miserable and alone.

He had gotten a very unexpected call from his uncle that night—his uncle that hadn't contacted him in years. It was regarding the fact that his father had been in a car accident, and was now in the hospital. Oh, there would definitely be drinking tonight.

Taki's was a relatively peaceful place, not a raging club with grinding teenagers and strobing lights. It was a sweet little restaurant. Low lit regularly and heavily decorated with succulents and candles, chestnut wood tables with cushioned chairs and large windows leading to a busy Brooklyn street. Attached to the sweet little restaurant was a sweet little bar where Magnus was sipping his third cocktail—or his fifth? Who was counting—contemplating using Tinder as a last resort to get an easy hook-up. An easy distraction.

Him and his father had never had a good relationship. Ever. His mother had killed herself when he was five, and he was there. Magnus hadn't even really had the time to mourn; life moved fast, and it was time to focus on the next thing. His father put him up for adoption after that, and he had stayed in foster care until he was eighteen and moved to his own place in Brooklyn. He was surprised to hear that he was still alive, if he was honest. He thought the truth was he put Magnus in foster care because he was going to kill himself from grief; it had truly seemed like it. But he was just a cruel, selfish coward. So much drinking.

He had been in one real relationship in his life, Camille Belcourt, the only person who truly understood and saw him when he was young and stupid. Also, the only person who was capable of shattering his heart into thousands of pieces, which she made sure she did, by cheating on him multiple times. Magnus didn't like letting himself think of her often. He had moved on, and was never going through something like that again. He swore himself off to anyone and everyone, called himself a lone wolf, a drifter. After Camille, he met Ragnor and Will. They had caught him drinking his sorrows away, and kindly offered to help. Kind of. They became his new reliable people quick, friends. He poured his lonely heart out to them, and after a few months they set him up with a stable job in a stable company. They were the reason he was still going on to to that day.

Raphael came along shortly after. It was a short story; they bonded, they shared both similar crisis life stories, they drank. But, Raphael was more of his business partner, his boss. They had met outside of work, but nothing was awkward when they found out what position they were in. They were cool. Magnus liked Raphael.

Sherwin was okay, too. He was Magnus's assistant in the office, a really good one at that—not that he would ever admit that to anyone—and he sometimes showed up for drinks at bars with him and his friends. Yeah, Sally was pretty great. Or was it Sheman?

When he found out the news about his dad, the first thing he wanted to do was go tell Will and Ragnor. He knew that's what they would expect him to do. They would be disappointed if they knew he was keeping things from them again, holding in all his emotions.

Oh well.

It was getting pretty late, and he knew Taki's closed at ten on Fridays, and already he caught those employees stink eyeing him for staying so late. He sighed, than tipped his head back, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp, slamming it down on the counter after dramatically. He knew he had to get up early tomorrow, but he still wished something exciting had happened tonight. Like an airplane crashed into the street, or a tsunami hit and he had to swim and swim and—

Maybe that's enough drinking for one night.

Just as he was getting up to leave, his groggy mind interpreted voices coming from the entrance.

"Sir, please we're about to clo—"

"So what? It's," The handsome man lat the door looked down at his expensive watch. "9:56. You can't squeeze in one more fucking drink? This is my favorite bar!"

"Look—"

That was when the handsome, dark haired man pushed by the short, young employee and sprinted to the bar, right in the seat next to him. Magnus let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

The man still hadn't looked at him, he just sat and waited for a waiter. Dark, wet hair was pushed out of his deep, lake blue eyes. When had it started raining? His sense of fashion was appalling; a plain, holey and worn grey t-shirt which was probably originally black and baggy black jeans. It was, of course, topped with black, extremely worn-out converse. If it had been a different situation, Magnus would've laughed out loud at his appearance and strutted out of Taki's, but as it was, he was incredibly hot, so he tried to hold back all giggles.

He knew he was blatantly staring by this point, but with his foggy, drunk, mind, all he could think about was figuring out ways to take this man home that night.

The same short, scrawny waiter came back, hastily taking his order.

"A cherry vodka, please." He croaked out. His head hung low, his elbows pressed firmly on the marble counter.

"Tough day at work?" The man inhaled a deep, shaky breath, and shook his head, still not bringing it up.

"It's complicated," His voice was throaty and deep, and, just like everything about him besides his taste in clothes, alarmingly hot.

Magnus felt giddy. Like a knight in grotesque armor, Mr. Handsome had saved his Friday night, and he was not going to let him go.

"Well," Magnus started with a grin while outstretching his hand. "I haven't got anywhere to be tonight." Mr. Handsome finally looked up at him, and Magnus tried hard to ignore the stutter in his heart at the full front view of him.

Regaining his breath, Magnus was the first to speak after a few awkward moments studying each other. "Magnus Bane," He felt a little light-headed, but he told himself it was from the cocktails. "And you are?"

"A—Alec. Alec Lightwood."

"Mmm, lovely name."

"Thanks?"

Alec's eyebrows furrowed a little in confusion at the way he was looking at him. Magnus knew he was being blunt, and that he would probably regret all of this in the morning. But, it was Friday night. And he wasn't going to miss this fabulous opportunity.

Suddenly, he cocked his head to the side. "Do I know you?" He asked innocently. "'Cause you look a lot like my next boyfriend." Magnus knew that would never happen—he wouldn't let it—but it was at least a way to figure out if he was gay.

Alec threw his head back far, exposing the the lean lines of his throat, and a small tattoo, and laughed. It was a really sweet laugh, sort of a deep hiccuping, light and feminine. Not something one would expect from a big, tall man.

Alec regained himself. "What makes you think I'm gay?"

Magnus shrugged. "You put out a vibe." Not really.

"Really?" Alec was still grinning madly. Magnus was sure his expression matched.

"Yeah."

Alec laughed again, a sound that strangely drew Magnus in to him. Half of his brain was screaming at him, curses and threats, reminders on why all this was wrong, why he should just run out of the closing Taki's immediately. However, the bigger, alcohol induced state of mind convinced well enough that either the end of tonight, they would either sleep together or end up friends. Magnus didn't feel things for people other than friends. It was the alcohol. It was the alcohol.

"I seem to have lost my number. Care to give me yours?" Damn it. He couldn't stop.

Alec groaned. "Are you serious?"

Magnus leaned closer, and left his mouth open a little. "Dead." He saw Alec's composure crack a little; breath hitching slightly, gulping, a slight blush painting his cheeks. Win.

Just when he saw Alec's gaze flicker to his lips for a spilt second, he smiled, and leaned right back into his seat. Alec swallowed and cleared his throat, looking away and flushing.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Magnus inquired casually.

Alec looked back at him and licked his lips, opening them to say something. Unfortunately, that was when the last employee left at Taki's decided that was enough.

"Okay!" That same stupid waiter. "Gentlemen, it's 10:15. I believe we were supposed to close at 10:00, but someone thought 9:56 was a good time to start conversations with a stranger in here." He gave Alec a look, who turned away. "Please, just leave, before I have to call the police." Magnus gave him a snort, than grabbed an incredulous looking Alec's hand and pulled him out of his stool.

"Let's go Alexander. They don't want us here anymore." He stated dramatically, sneering at the waiter and towing Alec out the door.

"Wow," Alec murmured when they reached the street outside. It was empty, and still raining. Then he gave Magnus a confused look. "Alexander?"

Magnus shrugged. "A guess. Was I right?"

"I like to be called Alec." He replied, cocking his head.

"Why not Alex?"

"What?"

"Why not Alex?" Magnus repeated, holding back a laugh.

"I—I don't really know. I think my sister started it."

"Your sister?" Alec nodded.

For the rest of the night, they walked around Brooklyn together, soaking wet while sharing life stories. It was warm out, and it wasn't like they were wearing anything important.

Magnus was wearing a dark purple, v-neck t-shirt with only a few necklaces—not even the important ones—and a black trench coat with blue skinny jeans. He only wore mascara that night, not waterproof, but he didn't really care. It wasn't really a dress-up kind of night for him anyway.

In fact, Alec had been a good distraction. He hadn't thought about his father once since he had walked into Taki's.

Until 10:56, when they reached Magnus's apartment.

"Well, um, this is me," Alec smiled at him, pushing dripping hair out of his face, just as he had done earlier that night. Magnus inhaled a deep breath. He knew he would hate himself after he asked this but he couldn't help himself. Sue him, he didn't want this to end. It didn't have to mean anything. "Um, would you wanna—"

His phone buzzed loud in his jean pocket, drowning out the rest of his sentence, and thoughts.

"Sorry, hang on a second," He pulled out his phone, which was dry, thanks to the long, trench coat. When he saw the caller ID, his blood ran cold. His smile vanished, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alec's falter, too.

Magnus was staring at his phone, not answering it, too scared to hear what he knew was the truth.

"Magnus? Are you okay?" Magnus took a very deep breath, swallowing his worries, and finally brought the phone up to his ear, answering it. He ignored Alec, didn't look at him, didn't answer him.

"Yes?" His voice was very small, barely a whisper. His uncles next words rang in his ears for the rest of his life.

"He's gone, Magnus." Magnus's heart flew through the roof, cracking, breaking. It broke past all it's confinements, just for a second, raw and weak. He almost couldn't find his voice.

"W—What?"

"Magnus I'm so so—"

He hit the end button, hand shaking so much he almost missed it. Alec's smile had completely vanished too, now replaced with a mask of worry. Magnus still wasn't looking at him, eyes focused firmly onto the slippery ground in front of his apartment.

"Magn—" Alec began, before Magnus lifted his hand and smashed his phone on the ground with incredible strength. It shattered, just as he wanted it too. Alec startled, stepping back and gasping. Magnus felt tears burn at the back of his eyes.

"I—I'm so sorry Alec. I have to leave I have—I—" He paused, stopping his voice from cracking. "I'm sorry," He tried again. He met Alec's scared, baby blues. "I have to go. I'll see you around.

And he turned on his heel and stormed inside. Leaving his shattered phone and Alec's shattered heart.

A/N: Yeaha welcome to my fanfic angst on the first fucking chapter ik I'm a horrible person bUt bear with me the zero people reading this because good things r bound to come ;) I just don't know when tho so don't count on me on that i'm basically making this up as I go and I didn't even rlly plan for there to be angst in this chapter or for this a/n to be so fucking long or for me to swear this much ok bye don't hate me ily. Also next chap will be posted in exactly one week or sooner bc i have ocd.

-Emma, whos a horrible fucking person :)