This fictional story is inspired by the singer/songwriter Ed Sheeran. The songs lyrics used in this story are from: One, Take It Back, Shirtsleeves, Thinking Out Loud, Tenerife Sea, Photograph, Afire Love, Even My Dad Does Sometimes, Runaway, Nina, and Bloodstream. These songs are from the album 'x' (pronounced 'multiply')

Take It Back

But then again that's what they're supposed to do

and I'm supposed to be calm

I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm

whispering everything that happens is from now on

Part One

Clary stands outside the doctor's office. It had started raining a few minutes ago, and I can see that she's soaked. When I pull up Clary runs to the car and I lean over to open the passenger's door.

She gets in and buckles up wordlessly. I stare at her the whole time, waiting for her to say something. Once she's ready to go, she looks at me.

"What? Let's go." She gestures to the road through the rain-splattered windshield. I don't say anything, keeping my eyes on her. After a few seconds she sighs.

"I'll tell you at home. Just please, for now, drive." I wait a moment before giving the idle car gas and starting drive. I take one hand off the wheel and search for her's. I find it; cold and clammy. She squeezes my hand reassuringly – as if I'm the one with bad news.

The drive is silent, and each second that passes makes me more angry and nervous. If it was just the flu, she would have told me. It's obviously something worse, something we didn't plan on. God, just don't let it be a baby.

"So what did you do during my appointment?" Clary asks calmly. I know she's trying to just make conversation to pass time.

"I just walked around for a bit." I lie, turning into Luke's neighborhood. We're nearly home.

"Where were you walking?" Clary asks skeptically. I can't figure out why she's being so suspicious.

"Just around the block." I feel my cheeks slightly warming up, as they sometimes do when I lie to Clary. I can lie to almost anyone, but not Clary.

"If you were walking around the block, why did it take you ten minutes to drive to the doctor's office?" Shit. I hadn't thought of that.

"Okay okay, I was with Simon." Wait, what? Of all the things I could say, I say I was with Simon?

"Why were you with Simon?" Clary sounds completely skeptical and annoyed now. She pulls her hand from mine and crosses her arms.

"We were looking for a present for Izzy. Simon wants to get her something nice." This is a bad excuse, but I can't take it back now.

"Okay, why didn't you just tell me that?" Clary doesn't sound annoyed anymore, just slightly hurt.

"Well you're good friend's with Izzy, I didn't want you telling her." I feel relief wash through me now that Clary's no long disbelieving.

"Come on, I'd never tell Izzy." There's a pause before Clary continues.

"So what'd he get her?" Of course she'd ask.

"We didn't find anything." Clary's face sightly falls, but now I'm pulling into Luke's driveway and the discussion is over.

I arrive at Luke's house in record time, jumping out as soon I've turned the car off. We both run to the door due to the rain and Clary uses her key to unlock it. We slip inside and shed out of our soaked coats. Clary's tank top and jeans are also wet so she goes to her bedroom to change. Usually I'd follow her in cheekily and we'd make out a bit, but now I go to the living room and sit on the couch. Our lighthearted conversation is over.

She comes back out several minutes later, wearing sweatpants and one of my T-shirts. Her red hair is frizzy around her face and there are faint half-moon shadows under her eyes; she hasn't been sleeping much lately. Clary sits in a armchair across from me, pulling her legs up. I'd rather have her in my arms, but don't say so. She takes a deep breath before talking.

"Jace, I told the doctor what's been going on lately, and he suggested we do a CT scan." Clary pauses for a moment and I rack my brain trying to remember what a CT scan is.

"It's an X-ray machine for your head." She clarifies, and lets it sink in. I take a sharp inhale. No. She can't be implying that…

"Clary, no. There must have been a mistake." Now I wish more than ever she was in my arms, and I could bury face into those red curls. Anything instead of looking at her sad blue eyes across the room.

"There wasn't a mistake Jace." She whispers, looking down at her knees tucked beneath her.

"I have a brain tumor."

Saywhat? Yes; Clary has a brain tumor. I know a couple people thought she was pregnant but c'mon, that's too obvious.

Short chapter, so so sorry.

Okay so I want to clarify something that will probably apply to the rest of the story; I KNOW VERY LITTLE ABOUT BRAIN TUMORS. I apologize if at times the writing seems implausible due to the tumor, I'm not basing this off any experience of mine; this is just medical mumbo-jumbo to me. Please don't comment things like 'this would never happen' or 'she'd still be able to _' etc.

Alright sorry about that; I just wanted to clear it up.

So yesterday I was writing like a maniac and now I have almost the entire story pre-typed :O This is chapter three but I have the next twenty or so chapters ready to upload. I think I'm going to upload one per day, but that might change for days that I'm busy etc.

Thanks for reading the third chapter, and if you didn't notice, I finally gave this story a title! Hope you guys have enjoyed reading 'Afire Love' so far :D

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