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~ So this used to be a oneshot, but it was always hanging in my head to be a story. So yup. This will be something really light, unlike Mistakes. Maybe I will bring lemons in it later on, but right now, I don't feel them so no lemons. I hope you will be on board with me on this story, because I like the cuteness of it and all. And you know support is always great and is easier to be seen through reviews, follows and favourite. So do show me your support and love 😝
~ Anyway, you know that I love you and sooooo special thanks to the amazing person who betas a lot of my stories and who is an awesome person, Shauna Kullden. 💚💚💚
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Prologue (4,0K)
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Clary's PoV.
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Twitter of Jace Wayland: Missing some Berry 🍓 …
#Fan1: First
#Fan72: I can give you all the berries you want
#Fan101: I LOVE YOU JACE
#Fan128: Can't wait for your new movie to come out
#Fan194: Why is he writing Berry with a cap at the beg?
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Hotel Dumort, Paris, FRANCE
It was almost the end of the party, and Clary started walking toward the corridor that led to the elevator. She had a room booked upstairs, thanks to Luke, her manager; and she couldn't wait to be in her bed to rest. Today had been very tiresome for she had two radio interviews, a TV appearance and a concert at the end of the day with her rock band. And now, the after-party after the concert just wore her out. She was damn straight tired.
Pretending to be a person that she wasn't was exhausting. She tried more than once to tell Luke about it; but she was the one who started this reputation of a bad girl, and who did her best to preserve it during all her years of fame. She knew that this image helped her band get more famous, because it went with the image of a rock band, a carefree young rebel who couldn't give a fuck about what people thought of her. But still, it was exhausting, and she was liking pretending lesser and lesser.
She mostly started acting lie this because she didn't want to be assimilated to her father, who was already in the business. Valentine Morgenstern. He was a big figure in Hollywood, ranked among the greatest such as Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt and Jodie Foster. And so, when young Clarissa Morgenstern saw that her band started to bloom, she changed her name to Clary Fray, refusing to ever talk about her family in the press. Which gave her this attitude of a singer who couldn't give a fuck about what people (the media mostly) said, because she never bothered denying or confirming any rumours on her account.
And this is why she started being linked with a never ending list of lovers. From actors to singers, from directors to photographers, it seemed that if she worked with a guy, she also slept with him. Though her band mates had been spared, and no-one ever sexually linked them to her. Still, according to the media, she slept with half of Hollywood. Jonathan Clark, Will Herondale, Jace Wayland, Raphael Santiago, Sebastian Verlac, the list was long. Though some of them were true, most of them were just rumours that she never denied because Luke said that it was good marketing, and that Clary just let him do what he thought was right for the band.
"Care to share a room?" A voice suddenly echoed behind her, and Clary just rested her forehead against the elevator doors, wishing for it to come quicker.
It was Sebastian Verlac, and to be honest, Sebastian was nice. He was actually one of the best hookups she ever had. He was a passionate and attention-giving lover, one who wouldn't forget that he wasn't alone in bed. All the contrary of Jonathan Clark. Jonathan was all about his own pleasure and finding release, while Sebastian always made sure that she would get off. And man, was he good to make her climb the curtains.
Sebastian was actually the celebrity with whom she got along the best. He was an actor and singer, and they met three years ago for a musical collaboration. And when they were planning to only make a single song together, they ended up making a whole album because they hit off so well. The public went nuts when their album got released because they had made it in the greatest secret, and that the first song was called 'Marry Me'. People started assuming that they were having a secret affair, and that this song was their way of publicising it. And so, they played along, filming the video clip of this song in the streets of Venice with a hidden camera as they appeared like a lovely couple doing all the things a wed-to-be couple would do.
They even started having this sort of relationship that one could call friends with benefits, but the main thing was that they remained friends. Which is apparently something impossible in Hollywood since they kept referring to them as a romantic couple. If Seb invited Clary to accompany him at a premiere, it was because they were back together, if Clary wrote a particularly romantic ballad, it was because she was missing him, if one of them posted a picture, or a tweet of something that could be linked to the other, it was the undeniable proof of their love.
And now, if she was honest with herself, a few months earlier, Clary would have gladly accepted his proposition to join Seb in his room. She knew he would be able to help her release some tension laying on her shoulders. But now, … it just didn't feel right anymore. And still, she gave him a small smile and let him walk with her in the elevator, very well aware that cameras just caught them getting in this elevator together in a very tight embrace.
During the whole party, they had a few encounters with each other, some of them that could qualify as very intimate, but everyone was aware of their 'on and off relationship'. Tabloids loved this thing they had, inventing them a love life that neither of them ever denied. The latest scoop about them was that Seb threw a fit to his manager to be in Paris the same week as her. Clary rolled her eyes at that, perfectly aware that Seb was here for something no-one knew about, and that he was about to sign for a big hit movie with Luc Besson. Not too mention that there were this collaboration that they would be doing in a dew days as well.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Seb closed the distance separating them, and collided his body to hers, kissing her neck.
"You seemed quite tense, tonight. Let me take out some of this tension," He sultrily proposed, and Clary felt how ready he was to help her let go of some steam. But that didn't initiate anything in her, like the other times it did when he kissed her on that particular spot. A part of her wished it did, because then it would mean that the feelings that were growing inside her were not as real as she thoughts.
It had been a year that she hadn't seen Seb in a private way. Of course she saw him at awards, or premieres, but it had been a year since they had the chance to be together without cameras catching every single one of their moves. So she thought that he would be able to ignite the fire that he always ignited, and that those other feelings that she had would finally disappear, but nothing happened the way she wished it would.
Seb seemed to feel that she wasn't in the mood, because he put a decent distance between them in a galant and not hurtful way, as he stated: "You only let me come with you in the elevator because you saw the cameras."
Clary gave him a weak smile, and he just shook his head as if nothing, saying with hope: "Maybe tomorrow. I'm here for quite a while as you know."
"I don't think tomorrow will be good either. I loved the sex, I really did; but I want more," Clary explained, hoping that she wouldn't hurt his male ego. She liked Sebastian as a friend and would be saddened to lose him because she was feeling something for another man.
"Who said I can't give you the more? Maybe I'd love to actually start a real relationship with you," He responded, and Clary bit her lip of remorse as she could hear the truth echoing behind his words. She could hear in his voice that he already thought several times of them being a real item, not just sex buddies who could use the publicity of being seen with one another.
"I'm sorry, Seb. The more I want is not with you. I had someone else in mind when I said more," She said, and Sebastian just closed his eyes to keep his emotions to himself.
For a moment, there was a thick and awkward silent during which Clary wished to have shut her mouth about the 'more'. Especially since the 'more' was probably going to freak out if she started talking about having and feeling more. But then, Sebastian deeply inhaled through his nose, and reopened his eyes, looking a little sad as he said with a small smile:
"I guess it's my fault for not stepping up earlier. I should have manned up, and proposed 'more' to you months ago."
The elevator stopped at this right moment, indicating that Sebastian was on his floor, and he stepped toward Clary to give her a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving the elevator. Clary felt something break inside her as the doors closed once again. She knew that she wasn't in love with Sebastian, but it still hurt her to see him like that. Sebastian always made her laugh, and always made her forget about the pressure of their jobs when they were together, no matter how brief their encounters were. And now, it seemed that she lost that.
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When she finally entered her hotel room, Clary leaned against the door and appreciated a little the quietude of the room. She longed for that little time all night long. No matter how she made it look to the press, she was nothing of a party girl, and she liked solitude way more than parties. As she walked further into the room, she heard noises that made her sure that she wasn't alone in the room, but she assumed that it was just Luke who wanted to give her a debrief of her next day.
But shock stroke her when she saw him, sitting on the couch in front of the TV, switched on E!News. Her 'more' desire. Jace Wayland.
The golden boy who was America's heartthrob. Every girl wanted to be his, and every man wished to have his body. He had been discovered by the big screen when he was five, and he had been the big deal ever since. Every big studios wanted him to play in their movies. Because he had talent, and wasn't a pain in the ass to work with. He was just a lady killer. Exactly in the same way as Clary was a carefree, fun loving rockstar. Because the tabloids made it so.
In reality, he wasn't so much of a party guy, or even a lady's man. Clary discovered that when both their managers decided that they should have a 'little fling' to promote their product. Clary's band made a song for the soundtrack of one of Jace's movie, and they made a music video of it together, letting tabloid believe that there was more behind the curtains. But as soon as the publicity stunt was done, they parted ways, and kept living their public lives as they always did. … Officially.
In truth, they actually enjoyed each other's company, even though they didn't even had sex at the time. They kept in touch, and actually snuck on their managers more than once to secretly meet (and yes, they had sex at some point, because despite it all, they were physically attracted to one another).
For a moment, neither of them moved, Clary still shocked to see him in her hotel room. He was supposed to be in London, to promote his latest movie, Magic Mike. She hadn't seen him in a month because they had been both touring, and that the last time they ended up in the same country at the same time was in Japan, a month ago. So, it seemed unreal to have Jace in her hotel room, when he was supposed to be across the Channel.
Finally, Jace turned his head to plunge his golden eyes into her deep green ones, and Clary forgot everything that was linked to logic. She walked to him and instinctively wrapped her arms around him to ease the troubles that he seemed to have; and in an expert move, Jace changed their positions so Clary was in his arms, his nose nuzzled in her hair. That's when Clary finally took in what was displaying on TV.
There was a reporter talking, while showing an old picture of Seb and her kissing at some event. The photo was probably a year old, just when she last saw Sebastian intimately, but what the journalist was saying was fresh news: "Clary Fray, lead singer of the band The Mortal Instruments killed it in Paris, during the last performance of their tour Shadowhunters. Her and her band threw a party in the hotel where they are staying, and guess who's staying at this hotel as well. Sebastian Velrac! The young actor and singer had been spotted at the concert, cheering for the band like we can see on this picture. But what is really exciting is the fact that they seemed to finally have reconnected during the party. A source says that 'they stayed together all night long, unable to let go of one another', and they have been caught leaving the party together, Sebastian holding Clary against him like we can see on this picture. Am I the only one celebrating, here? Because this is screaming Clebastian all over the place. I mean, come on guys, we all know that you're crazy for one another, and you look so cute together. Not to mention that your ship name is awesome, so just make it official so we can gush about how beautiful your couple is."
Clary rolled her eyes and switched off the TV, cursing any form of media at the moment. Still, she noted that she would need to post a picture of some kind on Instagram, so her fans (and the tabloids) would know that she didn't sleep with Sebastian. Jace would understand, he was actually the one who gave her the ruse.
"I'm strongly considering sending Hodge to Hell with his damn contracts and publicity stunts," Jace mumbled in her hair, and Clary contented herself with chuckling before she got up.
Hodge had been Jace's manager ever since he started acting, ever since he was five. He had this sort of parental image in Jace's mind, and a single word of him would be needed for Jace to do what Hodge wanted. Well, actually Hodge always went out of his way to give the best to Jace, but still, Jace wouldn't stand up to him for a fling he was having with her, Clary knew it.
She was just a phase, until he found someone better, and deep down, it slowly killed her, though she did her best to never letting it show. She knew she was in over her head, that she shouldn't, but she was in love with him. She fell in love with Jace against her better judgement; and now, she was just anticipating the breakup. She loved that he actually went out of his way to be able to be in Paris and visit her, so they could have this one night together. But she also knew that this was all she would get from him. A night every now and then. And still, she fell in love with him. Instead of falling in love with Sebastian, a guy who apparently would have love to love her, she fell in love with the wrong person.
"I'm serious, Clary. It's getting more and more difficult to see another guy be all over you with the only idea to get in your pants," Jace strongly stated, his eyes boring into hers and screaming the truth. Clary shook off any emotions that she could have, perfectly aware that Jace was just being a kid who didn't like people playing with his toys, at the moment. And so she retorted:
"Because you don't want to get in my pants?"
Jace looked at her as if she just slapped him, and walked out on her with his head high. Clary sighed, reminding herself how susceptible Jace could be at times, and she apologized: "Come on, I was just teasing. Don't be so over dramatic. It's just the way we live. It's not like we chose the most stable line of work, or that we're in a real romantic relationship, anyway."
Jace didn't answer anything, taking his phone out of his coat, and Clary raised her eyebrows at him, as she asked: "What are you doing, Jace?"
"I'm calling Hodge," Jace simply said, putting his finger on his perfect lips. And though she was starting to get annoyed that Jace would call Hodge, she kept her voice calm as she reminded him:
"Jace … You went out of your way to come and see me … We barely have a night together and you want to ruin it by calling your manager?"
"I have something to tell him. It'll be quick," He promised, and so she snapped:
"Whatever. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
On those words, she went to the en-suite bathroom to take a long and hot shower, thinking of nothing but the agreeable feeling of having droplets of hot water caressing her skin. Then, she went to bed; and once she was there, she just noticed that Jace was sitting on a chair in front of the bed. She was about to question his strange behaviour, when he cut her short:
"I have something to tell you."
Clary sat up in her bed, keeping her face straight, though she was breaking on the inside. This was it. The moment she dreaded so much. The moment when he would breakup with her. If this could even be called a breakup, they never were even together to begin with.
"Since that publicity stunt that we did, I happen to care less and less about the image I give to the public. I … I think a lot about you, about me, about us. And … there're many things I don't like. I don't like having to be seen with other girls when I want to be seen with you. I don't like seeing in the tabloids that another guy started having a certain liking onto you. I don't like have to sneak on everyone I care when I want to see you. And … I don't like not being able to tell you what I feel."
Clary's heart stopped, though she did her best to keep her face straight as she sternly asked: "And what do you feel, Jace?"
"I love you," He simply said, catching Clary off guard. When he used the word 'feeling', she didn't know what she was expecting, but she clearly wasn't expecting this. "I just do. You make me want to be a better person. You make my day when you smile to me. You make my heart race when you're near me. I don't know how to explain it properly, I just feel. I'm in love with you."
"Oh," Is all Clary could say. She knew she should say the words back, but she was scared. Scared that Jace mixed jealousy with love, and that he was wrongly using the term.
Jace frowned, and leaned forward as he said: "I was expecting many things, but not that."
"I'm not good with love declarations, Jace. I'm good at singing about love, and writing about it; but when it becomes personal, I'm just not good at it," Clary explained, because it was true. She always had troubles to say the L word out loud to the concerned persons.
"It's okay," Jace sheepishly said, hopping into bed next to her, making her frown at him. And so he took her in his arms as he whispered in her ear: "You already told me. In your sleep."
At this Clary deeply blushed, feeling betrayed by her own body and subconscious to have sold her out like that, but deep down, she didn't care that much. After all, Jace said that he loved her and she loved him back. So she should just enjoy the moment as it was given, and to Hell with managers, and public images, and tabloids.
As if to just prove her point, an idea sparked in her mind, and she reached for her phone before switching on the camera on selfie mode. Jace immediately took the pose with her, and she took a picture of them before posting it on Instagram.
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Instagram of Clary Fray: When bae pays you a surprise visit after a very long and tiresome day. #HappyGirlGoingToSleepInLovelyArms
Clary is looking straight into the camera, makeup free with her red hair wild all around her, and a grey night shirt for top. She looks tired, but she has an ecstatic smile on her face. Jace is shirtless, his hair tousled and is kissing her temple, while holding her tight against him.
#Fan2: Where is sebbiesebseb
#Fan38: I thought Jace was in England? What's wrong with this picture?
#Fan99: I don't believe in this. I think they're going to have another collab, just like last time. She was seen with sebbiesebseb all night long, so this is probably just an old picture to promote whatever collab' they're going to have. #clebastian all the way.
#Fan184: NoOOOOOooooOOOooooOO! clarymfray don't be fool once again by him. You're too nice to hang around that manwhore of Wayland. Just go back to sebbiesebseb you guys are meant to be together. #clebastian
#Fan263: I'd just like to point out that this is the first personal picture that Clary posts that has nothing to do with her band, her friends or her family. With all the guys she had been linked to, Clary never posted a single picture of her with someone that she could be romantically involved with, and the only pictures she has on her Instagram of Seb are pictures band-related. And look at her smile. I think this is real, and that it's been going on for a long time. They're just making it official.
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~ So yup. That's it. I kind of like where this story is going. And I like the way I will write it. Remember, this is the prologue, and the story will be all different and all. I'm kind of excited for your reactions about this story.
~ Also, I am too lazy to find new movies all the times. So, if there's a movie mentioned, let's just say everyone knows that they play in it. So yeah, Jace is playing in Magic Mike (even if I hadn't seen the movie yet, shame on me). And he's playing Channing Tatum's part, because ... well you'll see. Bare with me.
~ Anyway, do tell me how you think this will go.
~ AND NOW, PLEASE READ. I have this sister from another mister who would dearly appreciate to have some love. Her name, LilithRisen. So if you want to go check on her stories, go ahead and leave her a little love, she'll deeply appreciate it. 💚
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
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