When Alec first saw Magnus in the coffee shop, he couldn't help but stare. He was beautiful. Beautiful and impossible. When he won the backstage pass to the concert, he had hoped Magnus would notice him as more than just another fan. Well, he had. Correction, he noticed his makeup. He had asked if Alec had done his makeup by himself. Of course he had. What kind of normal person has someone else do their makeup? Magnus Bane probably did, but he was Magnus Bane, superstar and pop icon. He could do whatever he liked.
And he had asked Alec to be his makeup artist. Right there, on the spot. So Magnus Bane didn't have a makeup artist. Well, now he did. Alec had accepted the job, because he couldn't help but hope that every time Magnus wrote a love song, it was about him. They never were. But Alec. Couldn't. Stop. And the more time he spent with Magnus, talking about nothing or everything, Alec could never remember, the more he fell in love with Magnus. Magnus Bane, who was so impossible it would have been better if he hadn't existed at all. Alec tried to forget. Oh, he tried so hard. But it never worked.
And then Magnus got married, to that blond chick, who's name he never wanted to know, because that would have made her a person, not just a nameless face he hated so much it hurt. Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. He loved him so much. Why couldn't he see that, did he hate him, or maybe he was invisible, that would explain why Magnus never talked to him, why he never looked at him, except that one time when... nononono. Stop. Alec, don't think about him, he probably hates you, he never talks to you, forget him, there will be other guys...
But he never could forget Magnus Bane.