Alec walked down the dark New York street, breathing in the metal tasting air. After touring Europe for two and a half months, it was good to be home. He was blasting his iPod on shuffle, keeping an eye for the paparazzi, but they were all home sleeping. Like he should be. But with getting home and time changes, Alec couldn't sleep. So he'd gone on a nighttime stroll, enjoying the company of his music.
He sometimes wondered if other artists listened to their own music. Alec personally didn't like it. It was odd. He preferred listening to things as far from his own genre as possible. He knew a lot of people enjoyed his indie sound, but he only sang what he was good at. He wished he could sing the electro-pop kind of music that his favorite artists, like Marina and the DIamonds and Owl City, performed.
"All alone, pretending I'm okay with the way you played me, but I will never fix the keys to this piano." Alec turned the volume up to an earsplitting decibel. He loved this song.
"Black and white will never be the way that life plays out to be, and I will never fix the keys to this piano." He let his mind wander as the pulsing beat reverberated through his skull. The artist was probably his all time favorite. Magnus Bane. His silky smooth on top of the techie music created by a keyboard gave Alec goosebumps. Though he would never admit it, he had an entire album on his phone dedicated to pictures of the guy. He loved the multicolored streaks in his pitch black hair, the way his yellow-green cat eye contacts seemed to see everything good about the world.
And though he had never met him, Alec had a massive crush on him. He obsessively followed his Twitter page and watched every single one of his interviews. He cut out every magazine article about him and kept them in a folder hidden in his sock drawer. He was a Class A certified fanboy.
He was so lost in the music he didn't notice the other person until he'd slammed right into him. His headphones were ripped from his ears as he tumbled to the ground. And when he looked up, he almost stopped breathing. Looking down at him from underneath the hot pink and electric blue fringe of hair, yellow-green eyes practically glowing in the dark, was the Magnus Bane. He was smirking down at Alec, clad in impossibly tight skinny jeans dripping with chains and a studded leather jacket. His boots looked like they could stomp the life out of a small car and there was purple eyeliner ringing his eyes.
Alec had never seen anything so perfectly gorgeous in his life.
"Whoops, maybe we should watch where we're going," he said, twinkle in his eyes. He held out a hand to Alec to help him get up, but he just stared at it. Magnus chuckled, wiggling his fingers.
"You want me to help you up or not?" he asked. Alec swallowed hard and took the hand, his heartbeat skyrocketing.
"I never thought I'd run into Alec Lightwood wandering the streets of New York at two in the morning," Magnus said as Alec wrapped his headphones around his neck. But he froze upon hearing the other singer say his full name.
"You know who I am?" he whispered, his voice sticking in his throat.
"Who doesn't? You're everywhere, whether it's on T.V., or the cover of a magazine, or a Times Square billboard," Magnus replied. Alec's heart fell a little. For a minute he had actually allowed himself to hope that Magnus Bane was a fan of his music. But obviously-
"Although, I prefer getting to know you through your lyrics," he added. Alec's heart tripped and he whipped his head to look at the other man.
"You listen to my stuff?" he choked. Magnus smirked.
"I think you're a genius," he said, and Alec felt his cheeks flare bright red.
"I don't write my own lyrics," he mumbled, looking at his feet.
"I meant with a guitar. I know that your brother writes your lyrics," Magnus told him. Alec's cheeks flared brighter with slight embarrassment. Jace had a way with words that he could never hope to achieve.
"Well... Thanks," Alec said softly. Magnus tipped his head back and roared with laughter. Alec cast him a look of bewilderment.
"Wow, Lightwood. You're a hell of a lot more confident on stage," Magnus giggled. "Here I was, expecting this upbeat, fearless guy, and instead you can barely look me in the eye." Alec felt his cheeks burn even more than before. And then Magnus sobered.
"And it's adorable," he said with a smile. Alec looked at his shoes to hide the excitement in his eyes. Magnus Bane had just called him adorable. Him, adorable. Magnus tapped him on the shoulder.
"Give me your phone," he said softly, holding out his hand expectantly. Alec blinked, slow to register the request. Magnus wiggled his fingers again. Almost automatically, Alec placed it the device in his palm. He watched as Magnus opened it and proceeded to input his phone number. Alec felt his heart stop. Then Magnus held the phone up and took a quick selfie, making it his contact photo. Alec's thoughts were scattering. Magnus gave his phone back.
"Call me, handsome," he said, and then he winked. He freaking winked. And with a wave, he was gone.
Alec stood there dumbly, processing what had just happened. He had Magnus Bane's phone number. Not only that, but Magnus Bane had flirted with him. Him! He stared down at his phone in a daze, not even aware of the smile now visible in his face.
Authors Note: Hey guys! This has been in the works for awhile, but I finally finished the first chapter! I really hope you like it.