When I got there I knocked on the door of Magnus' house, without even realizing the bell standing next to it. Alec was the one who answered the door. He hugged me tightly.
"Iz, thank Raziel, I was starting to get worried! Where were - Iz, why do you smell like alcohol?!" He was starting to look mad and dropped his arms. "Isabelle what have you done? What have you been doing?!"
I loved Alec, I really did, but drunk or not, sometimes I did not have the patience for his over worry. "Alec, please just let me go to a room and sleep. Please not now" I stepped away from him and walked toward Magnus, I knew that if I told Alec that Simon was coming in my request, he would freak out, but on the other hand, Magnus was really comprehensive about this kind of subject.
"Yes I will tell him" he said before I could say anything at all.
"How did you know?" I whispered to him, really confused.
"Alec was worried and asked me to track you down" he whispered back, showing me a bracelet that Alec probably had retrieved from her room before he left. "And I saw you in his house."
I was relieved I didn't have to speak of it a loud. I was about to thank him when tiredness hit me all of a sudden. I had to grab myself to Magnus's shoulder.
"Iz?" he asked, worried. "Are you okay?"
"Izzy?" Alec was worried sick and I felt bad. He came up next to me, and steadied me.
"I'm fine" I answered annoyed with all that kind of attention. He pulled his hand back but he put it back again and slowly guided me to the first room on the left.
I fell on the bed, and he let go of me. He watched me while I watched him. The look on his face was of disappointment and disapproval; I couldn't even stand to look at him without feeling guilty and I lowered my eyes and stared at my hands. One of them, the one that grabbed Magnus' shoulder was filled with glitter. I shouldn't be surprised.
"I'm sorry" I whispered as I cleaned my hand in the sheets of the bed. The darkness was threatening to grab me and pull me down at any moment, I was trying to make my best to stay awake. He seemed to notice.
"It's okay" he said, kneeling beside the bed, tapping my face. "Don't worry about it now, just sleep."
But I couldn't.
As he left the room and closed the door slowly after him, I thought of Simon coming and answering my request of his presence. I looked at the watch. It was 1:29 AM, my hopes grew dimmer and dimmer. He would never come. He couldn't. Not when Clary needed him more. How could I ever think he could come? DAMMIT
I tried to stay awake but I couldn't the last thing I remember is getting up and dressing his shirt.
I woke up to someone gently shaking my shoulder. "Iz?" he said. "Isabelle?"
By the Angel, it was him. Simon. But it couldn't be. But it was him.
"Simon?" I asked. Crap, my voice came out all shaky.
"Yeah" He answered. Oh my God it was him.
He touched my cheek lightly, and I got to admit that my heart did a gymnastics routine.
Oh my God he had left Clary's side to come to me! I couldn't let such opportunity pass by!
"You came." I stretched my arm across his chest, moving so that my head would fit against his shoulder. "I didn't think you would. "
His fingers traced patterns on my arm. I felt myself blush, but I was so tired that the feeling barely bothered me.
" Of course I came."
I spoke into his neck, so the words weren't clear. "Sorry I'm asleep."
She didn't know how, but she felt him smile.
"It's okay. Even if all you wanted was for me to come here and hold you while you sleep, I would have done it."
Oh Raziel, Oh my God. My whole being seemed to have set fire. Was this really happening? My heart pounded strongly against his ribcage. I hopped he didn't notice. I wondered if the Tequila effect was still on, because what I was planning to do required guts. Guts that I did not have. "Simon?"
"Yeah?"
Oh dear Lord, this was it. I felt all the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was really telling him what I planned to tell while I was drunk. I was about to tell him that I loved him, and that I need him. I also wondered how could have he not noticed it yet. I had been too obvious.
At the last moment I lost all courage to tell him because I thought of the reasons of him not noticing. Maybe he was trying to avoid the situation. Maybe he knew but he was avoiding me because of Clary.
"Can you tell me a story?" I whispered instead, disappointing myself. Well done Iz, once again you have proved to be a strong person.
"What kind of story?"
I wasn´t lying when I asked for the story, I needed to hear it. Everything around me was falling apart, and I had to keep on my feet. It was difficult, it was so very difficult. Jace was probably possessed. My brother. "Something where the good guys win and the bad guys lose. And stay dead. "
"So, like a fairy tale?" he said. Simon seemed to be searching his brain for a story.
"No." The word was an exhaled breath. "We study fairy tales in school. A lot of that magic is real but, anyway. No, I want something I haven't heard yet."
"Okay. I've got a good one." Simon stroked my hair, and I tried my best to stay awake while he started. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…"