I wrote this a while ago and it was supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to split it into chapters since it got a bit too long. It's gonna have 4 chapters and I have 3 chapters ready. I just need to write the ending.


"Hey! Jonathan, wake up," is the first thing I hear when I wake up. I slowly open my eyes and see a man looking down at me. He looks more like an angel than a man though. He has a perfect golden blond wavy hair and gold eyes.

"What's going on?" I ask him. I choose that moment to look around. I'm outside! Why did I wake up outside? I sit up fast from the ground that I was lying on. I immediately feel very dizzy and my head hurts.

"I saw you slip on ice and hit your head pretty badly. I think I better take you to the hospital." There's something about the way he talks, like he knows me. And he knew my name.

"Who are you?" I ask him and he frowns.

"I'm Jace. You don't remember me?" he asks confused. The name doesn't sound familiar at all.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Should I know?" Oh god, what if I'm having amnesia? I do remember my family. Do I still live with my parents? No, I can't be, I'm 22. So, I guess there are things I don't remember. Shit! What if I'm older since there are things that I can't remember?

"I used to date your sister. We broke up four months ago when I found her cheating on me with that bastard Sebastian." He started with a gentle tone, but his voice got bitter as he neared the end.

"What?! Clary is dating that asshole again?" I stand up quickly from the ground, which is a bad idea. I almost stumble back down right away, but Jace gets up fast and gets a hold of me.

"I think we really need to go to the hospital. You're having concussion and probably amnesia too," he says and frowns at me. I feel a flutter in my stomach as I notice how close he is to me and he still has a tight hold on me. Have I always felt this way about him? It can't be since I'm straight. I am straight, right?

How could I not feel anything? I mean he's so beautiful. Okay, I think I really need to go to the hospital right now.

Jace tells me that he can take me to the hospital with his car which isn't far. He still has a tight grip on my waist as we walk.

When we arrive to his car he opens the passenger's side door and helps me in. He then quickly walks to the driver's seat and starts the car.

"I'm not dying, so you don't need to hurry so much," I say.

"Yeah, but the hits on the head are always pretty serious."

"Whatever," I mumble and turn my head to look out the window.

"Holy shit! You're bleeding!" Jace exclaims and the car moves off the road a bit. I turn my head swiftly towards his direction and put my hand on the back of my head. My hair does feel sticky. The blood probably shows pretty well since I have white blond hair.

"Careful. You don't want both of us to have to go to the hospital, do you?" I say a bit madly and he just stares grimly at the road.

We stay quiet for a while until he speaks again.

"So, you remember that asshole Sebastian, but you don't remember me?"

"Sorry. I guess it's because I went to the same high school with him and he was just that annoying," I say and Jace chuckles.

"You got that right. I can't believe Clary chose him over me," he says bitterly. I guess he's still not over the break up.

"I'm so mad thinking of her being with him! I just wanna punch that douche bag over and over again." I hear Jace chuckle.

"Oh you already did. You were there with me when we found them and you started to yell at him and punch him. I would've wanted to do it too, but I had to take care of my break up with Clary."

I feel very bad for him. I can't believe my sister would've done something like that.

"Why on earth did she choose that asshole?" I wonder out loud.

"Maybe she likes it rough," Jace says. I start to laugh loudly, but then I remember who we're talking about.

"Hey! That's my sister!" I yell and he laughs.

"Don't blame me. I just answered your question," he defends.

We arrive in the hospital parking lot. Jace quickly gets out and comes to open my door.

"I'm not handicapped, you know. It's just a concussion," I say and push him a little so I can get out of the car on my own. As I get up, I almost fall again. Again Jace gets a hold of me before I fall.

"You were saying?" comes a smug voice right beside my ear. I notice how closely he's holding me and I get that feeling again. It's starting to freak me out, but I have to lean on him for support as we walk towards the hospital's entrance.

When we go inside, they tell us to wait until a doctor can see me. We go sit in the waiting room.

"You don't need to be here. I can call Clary to come pick me up," I say, because I feel like I'm bothering him and wasting his time.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind. I don't really have anything to do today."

"Yeah, but you don't have to waste your time here," I try to argue, but he's not hearing it.

"No. I'll stay. Now, let me see that wound in your head."

I sigh and turn my head for him to see it. Soon I feel his fingers gently moving away the hair to get a better look on the damage. It doesn't hurt, because he's being so gentle. It feels really nice actually.

"It's not so big. You'll survive," he says and unfortunately removes his fingers away from my head. "The real damage must be inside since you don't remember me. I mean, how could anyone forget me?" He smirks arrogantly. I just roll my eyes and shake my head.

"You're not the only thing I forgot. I don't remember where I live or if I have a job. I can't even remember if I'm dating someone or not."

"I can't help you with that since we've never really known each other that well. You can just call your family and ask them," he suggests.

"I could do that, but they'll probably be very worried and stuff." I take my phone out of my pocket anyway and search for Clary's number. She should know what's going on in my life. "I'm gonna call Clary," I say and Jace nods.

"Hi Jon," comes my sister's voice from the phone as she answers.

"Hi. I'm in the hospital, because…" She doesn't let me finish as her worried voice interrupts me.

"You're in the hospital?! Why?! What happened?! Is everything okay?" she rambles nervously.

"I was getting there when you interrupted me. But yes, I'm fine. I slipped on ice and had a concussion. I'm waiting to get in. I called you because I have a bit of amnesia. There are some things I can't remember. Like my address and job and how old I am. So, it would be really nice if you could enlighten me."

"Oh, that's awful! You work at our parents company, so I'm sure they'll give you some time off. You're 23. I can text you your address. Are you gonna be okay? Do you have a ride home?"

"Yes, there's someone here with me at the hospital. He found me when it all happened." I believe it's the best to not tell her exactly who it was that found me.

"Can I talk to him? To thank him for taking care of you." I don't think that's a very good idea.

"Um, no, he went to use the restroom so he's not here right now," I lie.

She rambles worriedly for a while and then I'm finally able to get out of the phone. I sigh dramatically after I end the call. Jace laughs a little.

"Was it that bad?" he asks.

"You have no idea."

I get the text message of my address and show it to Jace.

"That's near where I live. I just moved in." I guess that explains why he was there when I woke up. The timing was really good though.

Soon they take me in and check me. The doctor tells me I have a concussion and the memory loss should go away in time. He doesn't know how long it will take. He cuts some of my hair out of the way and puts five stitches. And then we can go. He tells me that someone needs to wake me up every hour.

When Jace is driving us to my place, I still feel a bit weak and my head hurts. I just really want to go to sleep. I don't think it's very wise, but I'm thinking of just ignoring to have someone wake me up every hour. I'm sure I'll be fine. I mean, who would even want to do that for me? I definitely will not ask Jace. I will also not bother Clary or my parents.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me today. I don't know how I can repay you," I say and Jace turns his head for a moment to smile at me.

"It's no problem really. You're a great guy and I was happy to help."

I almost feel giddy as he tells me I'm great. Was there any chance that I had some feelings for him before? Or did I hit my head so badly?

I turn to look at him. The sun is shining beautifully in his golden blond hair and he has a relaxed look on his face as he's facing the road. He's wearing a black leather jacket, a gray shirt under that and black jeans. He looks hot. He's probably seeing someone or having one-night stands. Why do I even care?

I need to go to sleep and sleep this off, whatever this is that I'm feeling for him. It's so frustrating! Why don't I remember him?

"You're staring at me," I hear Jace say suddenly. I turn my head away fast, embarrassed.

"Sorry. I was just thinking." He just nods and thankfully doesn't demand to know why I was looking at him.

"Do you have someone to wake you up every hour?" Jace asks.

"Sure," I lie. I don't want him to volunteer, because he has done enough already.

"Really? Who?" he asks skeptically. Great. What am I gonna do now. Lie again?

"I'm sure I can come up with someone."

"Why do I have a feeling that you're lying and you have no intention on inviting anyone to wake you up?" Of course he knew I was lying!

"I just wanna go to sleep. I'm sure I'll wake up in the morning just fine."

"What if you don't wake up? If you won't invite anyone, then I guess I'm gonna just have to come myself." I knew he was gonna do that! If he'll come, he'll just mess up my head even more. I need him out of my head and it's not helping if he'll just stay around.

"No. You've done enough already. I really appreciate it, but you don't have to bother."

"Yes I do. We're here, come on."

I see that we've already stopped outside an apartment building. This is probably where I live.

Jace once again rushes out of the car and comes to open the door for me. He gently takes me by the arm and pulls me out of the car.

"You don't have to do this every time we get out of the car," I say a bit frustrated.

"Don't you remember what happened the last time you were too stubborn to accept my help? You nearly fell to the ground."

I scoff, but accept his help, because I have no other option. We walk inside the apartment building and then take the elevator to the 8th floor. We step out of the elevator and I search for the right door. As we find it, we go inside.

It's very nice and cozy. It's very open and has a lot of windows. It's definitely my apartment. Even though I don't remember living here.

"Nice place," Jace says.

"I know," I respond in amazement and he chuckles.

"It must be weird that you don't remember living here, but you have been living here for who knows how long."

"Yes, it is weird. And so are a lot of other stuff right now," I say, thinking about how I've felt about Jace today. "So, what do you wanna do now? I mean, you could go home and then come back when I go to sleep."

"No, that's okay. I can stay here. And besides, I think you would probably not let me in when I would come back. Seriously, this is not a problem for me. I'm happy to help."

He does have a point. I just don't want to bother him. I sigh and walk to sit down on the black couch in the living room. It'll take a while to get used to this. I almost feel like a guest in my own home.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I suggest since I can't come up with anything else.

"Sure," he says and sits down next to me.

And that's how we spend our evening. Watching movies and joking around like old friends. My mom calls me at one point to ramble nervously and she tells me to take as much time off from work as I need. How can I even work if I don't remember what I'm doing in there?

Jace makes us some delicious food. He can really cook. I feel like these feelings are getting stronger and stronger. He is just so amazing and perfect. I still don't understand how Clary could've chosen Sebastian over him.

"I wanna go to sleep," I say and yawn.

"I guess I'll sleep on this couch. I'll set the alarm clock on my phone for every hour and then I'll come wake you up."

I look at the couch and see that it can't be very comfortable to sleep in.

"You don't need to sleep here. I'm sure my bed is big enough to fit us both." I get up and walk to my bedroom. I see that the bed is pretty big. I hear Jace walking behind me.

"I guess you're right. And I think it'll be easier to go back to sleep if I don't have to walk between the bed and the couch."

I use the bathroom and when I go back to the bedroom, Jace is sitting on the bed and he's only wearing black boxers. And his body is perfect, with muscles and golden tan.

I quickly look away and walk to my wardrobe. I take off my shirt and jeans, leaving me in my boxers that I don't even remember putting on this morning.

I walk to the bed where Jace is already lying down under the covers. I lie down on the other side of the bed.

"I think you'll probably hear the alarm clock too. So, just say something to let me know you're awake."

"Okay. Goodnight," I say and turn off the lamp on the bedside table.

"Goodnight."

I fall asleep quickly, only to wake up way too soon by an incredibly annoying alarm clock. I groan annoyed and hear a chuckle.

"I guess that means you're awake," Jace says amused.

"Yep," I respond and yawn.

I fall asleep almost instantly. But then I once again wake up by that fucking alarm clock. Only this time I'm not on my side of the bed and I can feel a warm surface under my head. I then realize that I'm snuggling Jace. I untangle myself quickly.

"Sorry," I say.

"It's okay," Jace says amused.

"How are you in such a good mood after just waking up?" I ask sleepily.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just that perfect." He really is. It's hard to sleep off these feelings when he's right there and when I don't get to sleep well.

The rest of the night goes by the same. We wake up and he's all happy and I'm all grumpy.

The next time I wake up it's morning. Thank god. I thought the night would never end. I notice that Jace is not in the bed.

I get up and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I walk to the kitchen and Jace is there. He's making breakfast and he's wearing his jeans, but no shirt, revealing his beautiful back muscles.

I think you could already call this a crush. I mean how could anyone not have a crush on him? Maybe straight guys don't, but I should be straight! At least I thought I was, but he's making me question it.

"You could set the table instead of staring at me. I understand it must be hard not to stare at all this perfection," Jace says without turning to look at me. Does he have eyes on his back or something? Or maybe he quickly glanced at me, but I was too busy staring at his body.

I quickly walk to the cupboards and try to find plates and mugs, since I can't remember where I've put them. I finally find them and set us plates and mugs. Then I hunt down the forks and knives. I pour some coffee to the mugs and soon Jace sets down two plates full of pancakes with syrup.

I let out a groan as I taste the pancakes. He can do anything!

"These are so good that it makes me want to have a concussion everyday so I could have these pancakes every morning," I say my mouth full of pancake and Jace chuckles.

"What makes you think I'd be here if you'd have a concussion every day?" he asks teasingly.

"Because you're so perfect," I blurt out and my eyes widen. Why did I have to say that? Jace grins at me.

"Really? I guess I already knew that," he says and goes back to eating his breakfast. I'm so glad that was all he had to say.

After we've both finished eating, Jace starts licking the syrup that has leaked onto his hands. I can't help but stare as his tongue slowly slides up and down his fingers. He takes one of his fingers into his mouth and sucks on it. I can feel myself getting hard. It's like he's purposely being so slow and seductive. He notices that I'm staring and grins at me.

"You got some syrup in your hands? I could lick it off," he says and takes my hand in his. I'm utterly shocked and turned on as he takes my finger in his mouth and sucks on it, swirling his tongue. He's looking at me very seductively. I feel like I could come right now as he one by one sucks and licks all my fingers clean.

And then he takes my other hand. I don't know how long I can take this. I'm already fully hard as he starts sucking on my fingers more eagerly. I involuntarily let out a groan. I can see the hunger in his golden eyes. He must be bisexual. I must be too since I react this way to him.

He lets go of my hand and gets up. He quickly rounds the table and lifts me up to stand right against him. We're both breathing very hard as we hungrily gaze at each other. He licks his lips and closes the distance between our mouths. His soft lips move passionately against mine. I kiss him back with equal passion and hunger. I roam my hands all around his naked chest and back.

He licks my lips and I let his tongue enter my mouth. As I feel his tongue touch mine I become even hungrier for him. I run my tongue along his and he moans. He reaches his hand down to grab on my hard-on through my pants and now it's my turn to moan. He moves his hand up and down on my erection and I swear I've never been this turned on. No one has ever made me feel like this. At least I don't remember.

Just as I feel like I'm about to cum, the doorbell rings. We both groan in frustration.

"Ignore it," Jace mutters through our kissing. I do as he says and we continue, but the ringing won't stop. I separate myself from him and give him an apologetic look.

We walk together to the door. I open the door and come face to face with Clay. Oh shit. She can't know that Jace is here, but I guess it's too late as he is standing right here next to me, without a shirt. She doesn't notice him as she looks at me relieved.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? I was so worried after what happened yesterday."

"Oh, I didn't notice you had tried to call. Sorry," I say and then her gaze moves to Jace. She looks shocked.

"What are you doing here?" she asks him confused.

"He was the one who found me yesterday and took care of me," I answer. I'm afraid that if Jace would've answered it would've caused some argument between them.

"Oh, well thank you for taking care of my brother. I guess I'm gonna go now seeing that you're okay. Call me if you need to remember something or if you need any help," she says awkwardly.

"Yeah, I will. Bye."

"Bye," she says and closes the door as she leaves.

"That wasn't uncomfortable at all," I say sarcastically and turn to look at Jace.

"Yeah," he responds and has a thoughtful look on his face. I'm afraid our heated moment is over.

"So…" I say and his gaze snaps towards me.

"I think I should go," he says and goes to my bedroom, probably to get the rest of his clothes. What the hell? He can't just kiss me and then leave like nothing happened. We did more than kissing actually and he left me really turned on.

A moment later he comes back fully clothed and ready to leave.

"So, you're so just going to leave after what happened?" I ask accusingly.

"Seeing Clary and noticing how awkward it was, I don't think it's wise if we'd have anything going on between us. I don't wanna cause any problems between you two. And it definitely would cause some problems."

He does have a point, but I don't accept it.

"Why would it cause any problems? She cheated on you and now she's with Sebastian."

"I know, but I'm still her ex. How do you think she would feel if she'd find out that there's something between us?"

I guess he's right. There must be some kind of rule against it. And I don't think Clary would be too thrilled.

"You're right," I say and open the door, because I can't stand one second anymore of looking into his beautiful face and having him so close and I can't jump his bones no matter how much I want it.

He doesn't walk out the door.

"We could still be friends. I really like hanging out with you. Maybe I could come over tonight and I could refresh your memory about me?" he asks, looking hopeful. I can't deny him when he's looking at me like that, no matter how hard it is being around him and not being able to do anything.

"Okay, that sounds great." I smile at him.

"Great! I'll see you later then." He walks to me and hugs me. His body feels so warm and amazing pressed against mine. I wrap my arms around him too and we stay like that for a while. He separates and gives me a smile. He walks through the door and leaves me alone in my misery.