Chapter 1

Alec rubbed his palms against each other trying to regain some warmth as he entered Izzy's house. His sister was really persuasive when she needed to be, he knew that much, but he didn't think she could make him go back to her place just for the sake of getting her a matching scarf. That was pushing it, even for her. He couldn't believe he had accepted to do it in the first place, especially in the peak of December without a car (even though they were just a few blocks away). He shrugged off his scarf and his jacket as the wet snow started seeping through the cloth while continuing to rub his hands together. He hadn't expected it to start snowing (which was stupid of him), not that he was complaining about it. Just that he wasn't prepared for it. And he hated not being prepared. He hung the jacket in a corner and dug its pockets for his phone.

"Okay Iz, I'm here. At 1 am. Apparently to find a scarf. So, where is it?"

"First, the scarf is important to the outfit, okay, and second, it has to be somewhere in my closet. I'm not really sure. It's navy blue and it has zigzag lines in it, you'll find it pretty easily I think. Just send me a pic once when you find it, so you don't get the wrong one."

"And that's your concern. Izzy, tell me again why we couldn't have done this in the morning when you're actually getting ready?"

"Because we never get up early enough, and if I asked you to do this in the morning, you wouldn't."

Alec sighed and walked over to her bedroom barely keeping his eyes open. "I don't know why I am now either, honestly," he admitted.

"Coz you love me, and you want me to look perfect for tomorrow's party. Speaking of, I think I picked the perfect outfit for you."

He pushed aside a few hangers and then found the scarf hanger and picked out the blue one from the lot. "Wait, I think I found your scarf." He put the phone on speaker snapping a quick photo.

"That's not it! I said zigzag, that's checked. And that isn't navy blue, that's indigo. Alec! Come on!"

"Does that really matter? You wanted a blue scarf, this is blue."

"What do you mean does it matter? Indigo is a shade darker, if I go with that then I'll have to find a darker shade of pants, plus there is a reason I wanted the pattern to be… Oh, wait. Never mind. I left it at Simon's itself. He found it now. Sorry. You can come back."

Alec sighed as he sat down on the empty bed beside the closet, "Izzy, I just had a 42-hour shift and I have been awake for nearly 4 hours after my shift ended now, I am not coming back. I'm hijacking your bed and I'll consider coming to the brunch if I'm awake in time."

"Sorry Alec, you go ahead and sleep. I'll call you in the morning, but I'm not letting you skip this brunch. Good night."

"Night Iz," he yawned. His eyes refused to stay open, the stinging just became more intense as he shut his eyes falling back into one of the many throw pillows just lying around on the bed. It took no time for all his thoughts to shut down as he let the tiredness take over.

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Magnus woke up, not quite relieved of the exhaustion yet. Highway to hell was playing at its loudest. He always regretted that he picked that as his ringtone, but never bothered enough the change it. It was classic rock. Definitely not his kind of music, but he loved this song, and was never going to change it. He groaned and shifted slightly to get reach for his phone swiping the screen closing his eyes again. It wasn't like he was able to see anything anyway.

"Hello," He answered.

"Magnus, hey! It's Izzy. Are you ready yet?"

He cleared his throat hoping it would get his voice to come out more even this time, "Ready for what? Isabelle, let me sleep, please."

"Of course, you aren't. Get up and get dressed. Where are you anyway? Still at Catarina's?"

"No, I came back home last night. Are you talking about the brunch," he groaned, "What was I supposed to make again?"

"I don't know, just come, that should be enough."

He groaned and sat up. "I'm going to fashionably late anyway. So, if I sleep a little longer it isn't going to hurt anyone is it?"

"Magnus, you're going to be a 'little longer' anyway. You take longer than me to dress up. Can you believe the number of people I have to deal with to come to this brunch? Its preposterous. Speaking of. I need to wake Alec up too." Magnus was only half listening to what she had to say his eyes drooping close and slipping back into the comforters he was cuddled in a few seconds ago.

"You do that then," He managed through a yawn.

"No. You do that. I need to make sure you get up and Alec is in the room next to you. So, you do it. I need to get ready too."

And then he was up. "What! Alec is here. Why is Alexander here?"

"Magnus. I don't have time to explain. Perfection takes time. So, would you shut up, get up and wake him up. Oh, and also tell him to wear whatever he has in there with him. He doesn't have time to come here and change."

"Isabelle, explain yourself."

"Wake him up, Magnus. That's it. Now bye."

Oh god. Magnus wasn't ready to do this first thing in the morning. Facing Alec Lightwood didn't even make it to the top 5 first things he wanted to do in the morning, or ever really. Why you ask? Because Alec hated him. He didn't really know why he just did. And Magnus reciprocated the loathe. They were forced into situations where they had to mingle often considering he was Alec's sister's roommate and all, but he preferred it if they didn't. But here's the thing. Magnus didn't really hate Alec. Not even close. In fact, he'd had this huge crush on him since the moment he set his eyes on the other man. Despite his coldness towards Magnus, Alec was probably the sweetest guy he'd ever known. All you had to do was look at him with his family.

He groaned and slammed back into the bed internally cringing about his pathetic state. But he had no choice right now, so took in a deep breath before scooting out of the sheets and put his slippers on, whining as the cold seeped in through them anyway. He let out a small groan resisting the urge to curl back in his bed. He was not ready to face a bitter Alec right now, so he was hoping this would be quick. He shoved his hands into the pocket of his robes. Why was it suddenly so cold? He made a mental note to check the thermostats later. He took in a deep breath before walking into Izzy's room.

Izzy may be a glorious and outshining soul, but her room never reflected on that. Except for the assorted choices of drip art placed strategically in the walls along with a few pictures of her family, it was quite, for the lack of better terms, barren for the room of an interior designer (not that the word could be used to describe her room at all), but walk in and you'd know each item there has its place. The removal of a single item would have thrown the whole thing off balance. And that's what he loved about Izzy's style.

Magnus stood there staring at the sky blue sheets that were partially covering the man lying under it. The side of Alec's face was resting on his arm with his mouth slightly open. His hair was a tangled mess of stark black strands half on his face. He was not the most elegant sleeper. That much was evident. But who cares about elegance when he still looks hot sleeping like a toddler, his mind betrayed his composure. He took another breath trying to put on the 'I hate Alexander' face everyone was now used to. He didn't bother with niceness. He simply walked over to an edge of the bed and pulled the sheet from right over him.

"Wake up," He ordered ignoring the twinge of guilt that settled in at seeing Alec fight for the sheets. "We've got places to be and I'm not going to wait on you."

"Five more minutes. Please," Alec mumbled.

"Well, Alexander. I don't have five more minutes of my precious time to wait on you. So, get the hell up." Alec whined a little more before abruptly sitting up.

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Alec hadn't slept like this since god knows when. His shifts at the hospital were killing him. Izzy's bed was not so surprisingly very comfortable, but to be fair, he would have slept on a rock the same was he was right now. Being a doctor was tiring, but being a surgical intern was worse. So, when someone tried to wake him up, the bed refused to let him go.

"Well Alexander, I don't have five more minutes of my precious time to wait on you. So, get the hell up." A voice called out again. His eyes were glued shut and he didn't want to open them, but at the sound of that voice, he shot up. Magnus?

"Magnus?" He asked, clearing his throat once he realized how groggy his voice was.

"No, it's the wicked witch of the west, you're more delicious when you fear how I'm going to eat you."

He rubbed his eyes shuffling around the bed getting more comfortable. "You're mixing up your fairy tales. That's Hansel and Gretel. Wicked Witch of the west is from Wizard of Oz."

Alec could practically feel the eye roll even with his half-conscious state. "Do you have to be a smartass this early in the morning?" Magnus scoffed, "My job was to wake you up, and now I'm done."

Wake him up? "Wake me up for what?" He asked, clearing his throat again.

"The brunch," Magnus answered curtly and left. Oh right! That was today. The first two weeks of holidays he'd gotten since his internship and it was going to kick off with a brunch with his parents and friends. The latter, he didn't mind. The former he was dying of anticipation to face. He sighed pulling the covers over himself. Five more minutes. He deserved five more minutes of sleep.

"Alec. Get up. Unfortunately, I need to give you a ride, so up. Now." He whimpered out of the bed.

"I need a maximum of 10 minutes to get ready. Do I need to be up right now?"

"We're already an hour late. Unless you want Isabelle to kill you I suggest you be up and ready right now." Alec opened his eyes to glare at Magnus but lost all his restraint when he looked at the other man. All his snide remarks left his mind. Magnus's eyebrows shot up in question.

"Fine," he managed finding his way to the washroom.

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Magnus waited on the couch for about 10 minutes when Alec walked in with his usual black and black combination. Nothing surprising there, and he looked good in it, so there was nothing to complain there either.

"Ready to leave?" He asked shoving his hands in his jacket pocket. Magnus tried his hard to look like he wasn't checking the other man out. They were supposed to hate each other after all.

"Finally," Magnus commented as he got up flattening his shirt, reaching for the door. He twisted the knob pulling the door, but it wouldn't budge. He wiped his palms on his jacket. It was probably sweaty or something. He twisted the knob a few more times repeating the process. But the door wouldn't open.

"What's wrong," Alec asked.

"The door won't open."

"Maybe you just don't know how to open it," Alec commented pushing Magnus out of the way to try opening the door. Magnus watched as he tried to push and pull. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Alec's futile attempts. "The door won't open," He said after a few minutes.

"No kidding Sherlock."

Alec gave him a mocking smile, "I think the snow froze the lock or something. It was snowing all night yesterday."

"Well, what should we do?"

"I'll give Izzy a call. She'll get help." Magnus nodded removing his coat. Alec dug his pocket for the phone calling his sister.

"Hey Iz, it's your brother. We are –" he stopped abruptly removing the phone from his ear. "Oh great, of course, I had to run out of battery now."

"Here, take mine," Magnus offered, stopping as his phone buzzed a 'Low battery' warning. "Oh great. Apparently, I'm stuck here with you for a while."

"No party for me either," Alec retorted shrugging off his coat. "Go find your chord, please, so we can be put out of this misery sooner."

Misery. Of course, Alec thought being stuck with him was a misery. Not that he was giving off any other vibe. Magnus snorted stalking into his room digging under his pile of clothes for his charger. It must be somewhere around here. But in all honesty, he was awful at keeping track of where his things were. He moved over to his dresser's drawer, scavenging through its contents.

"Find it?" Alec asked entering. "Woah, your room's a mess. And very cold."

"Thank you for your keen observations, Alec. I hadn't noticed." Magnus said continuing to search for the chord till it struck him. "I left it at Catarina's," He sighed, closing his eyes.

"Your brain? I didn't know you had one." Magnus narrowed his eyes at the comment.

"I meant my charger. I left it at Catarina's. Oh, joy."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that we are stuck here till someone figures out we're stranded here." Magnus threw his hands up in defeat. "Might as well make yourself comfortable." He pushed aside the clothes he'd thrown out staring at the ceiling. Being stuck with a man who hates you and you love. The devil himself couldn't have created a better hell to torture him.

A/N: Hiya people! Firstly, thanks for reading, and I really hope you liked it. So I had this idea kind of running around in my head for a while and I finally decided to put it down. Anyways, theres nothing much I need to say excapt I might definitely not have a proper update schedule, so pleaaaseee bear with that. And if you liked the fic Fav, follow and tell me what you thought about it. Also check me out on Tumblr ( everythingelseisspokenfor). Have a great rest of your day!