So, a lot of you keep telling me that you actually do read the little authors notes and I'm such an ass hahah, I just don't usually read them cause I like to jump into the story. But anyways, I've been helping my mom out all day, but look, I've updated. I'm really surprised how many people actually like this and have given me such great feedback, always thankful for those giving me tips on how to better my writing. I doubt my writing a lot if you haven't caught on, but ya know, I'll get over it eventually. I'll stop rambling now lmaooo


The sound of the piano filled the room. Music that was so performed, executed so perfectly, sounds that felt with emotion graced their ears. Clary's mouth was open in awe, she had never heard something so perfectly played before. She always enjoyed classical music, and favored the paino the most. The memory of her when she was younger and asking her mother to start taking piano lessons dawned in her mind. Her mother told Clary that she didn't think Clary wouldn't follow through with it like all of the other hobbies she had taken lessons in; sewing, violin, track, even illustrating comics she never finished.

Clary watched as Jace's fingers flew about the piano keys, his fingers touching each individual tile lightly like a feather. His long fingers creating new notes and filling the room with beauty. His eyes closed sometimes, feeling into the music and not needing to watch which keys he pressed. He knew the notes like the back of his hand.

Jace had continued taking piano lessons even when Alec and Izzy had called quits. Piano was the one thing Jace had fallen in love with before meeting Aline. It was something that he always felt to keep secret, something that only his family and himself knew about. Playing piano was the one thing he could always turn to when Aline wasn't there.

The familiar smoothness of each tile of the piano made him feel at home, brought back memories and emotions that he had felt when he played. He didn't have a song to play for Clary in mind, he just let his fingers take lead.

Clary, the girl who sat beside him with her jaw to the ground in awe made his fingers feel shaky for the first time. Even Aline hadn't made him feel nervous when he played for her for the first time. Jace considered that perhaps it was the fact that he had had four glasses of wine in his system, but even on his nights where he had dranken enough that he couldn't keep his own weight up and the contents in his stomach down, he still managed to play as naturally as breathing.

Jace told himself it was the alcohol that made him decide to play for Clary, that the liquid courage pushed him that extra step. Plus, it had been days since he last sat down and played, the time feeling like years to him.

Clary made him feel so comfortable the last few days. It wasn't like he had seen her across the room the first time they met and it was like a movie where he fell in love instantly, but he did think she was a stunning girl. She wasn't like the rest of the girls that Jace had been with, definitely nothing like Aline.

Clary didn't feel the need to show off or try to tease him the way he did with her. She didn't feel the need to compete or try to be on the same level as him, her blushes making up for the lack of witty snap backs. She wore oversized sweaters instead of tight and lowcut bodices, she kept her hair wild instead of trying to make it perfectly straight. Sure, she wore a little makeup, but it was light and natural, keeping her lashes dark but her freckles free. He liked the way she looked, and he could look like her all the time, but it wasn't love at first sight, he didn't believe in that.

Jace enjoyed her company the last few days especially, feeling like he could joke with her without her taking everything he said to heart like some girls did. She was a warrior, not a princess like all of the girls he seemed to go for. It wasn't that he ever hated her when they first met, jealous maybe of how easily his family connected with her and how out of the loop he was, but he never hated her for it.

His fingers were slowing, the notes in the room getting quieter as he pressed on the last notes of his song.

He sighed longingly, his piano like the true center of his world. He let his fingers glide across the keys without pressing down on them one last time before he closed the casket of his love and looked to Clary.

"I'd close your mouth before any flies make home." He nudged his shoulder with hers and she snapped it close. Her delicate fingers tucking her frizzy curly hair behind her ear.

She was speechless, and Jace found joy in that.

Clary finally spoke, he could tell that she had dranken enough that her eyes were glossy and the tips of her ears stayed pink.

"That was beautiful Jace." She breathed. Her breath smelled like the pink wine.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "It probably could have been better without those four glasses of wine."

She shook her head, her hair tickling his arm.

"No, really. I-I had no idea that you played so wonderfully, let alone kept playing."

He wiped some dust off of the piano, "Yeah, I enjoyed it a lot when i was younger that I just kept going."

"Izzy said you all stopped." Clary said quietly, more to herself than to Jace, but he still heard her.

"Maybe to her it seemed like I stopped, I don't like playing for people really, even if it is my family."

Clary tilted her head in question, "Why is that?"

He shrugged and looked at her, her green eyes wide and full of wonder. The tip of her nose was pink as well, the freckles scattered across her skin like stars in the night sky.

"Why don't you like to show your art to people?" He questioned to her.

Clary smiled, he knew that she understood what he meant. It was something he liked to have just for himself, like a journal, a way to say what he couldn't always explain in words. A creation that only he could make and that maybe others couldn't really understand, but he understood.

Clary frowned, causing Jace to worry. Her brows pulled down while she was in deep thought and he wondered what stirred in her head enough to but a "V" crease between her brows.

Finally, she spoke.

"Why did you play for me?" She asked. The question caught him off guard only slightly. Jace wondered himself while he played. It had taken him a whole year until he played for Aline, and he rarely played for his siblings or parents when they were around. He wasn't apart of any music classes or clubs in high school either. So why, after spending all day with Clary for the last few days had he decided to play for her?

Jace pulled his fingers through his hair, he told himself that he needed a haircut soon, but had missed his chance when the snow had come.

"I guess..." He thought about how to phrase his explanation in a way it would make sense. He could explain it in his playing, because for him, sometimes music spoke while words failed.

"I guess you make me feel like you wouldn't judge me for it." He said it more as a question, not really understanding his answer for himself.

Clary laughed, "No one could ever make fun of you for how wonderfully you played, Jace. If they did, I'd hit them for you."

He smiled at her, her eyes glowing.

"I know no one would actually make fun of me for it, but I don't know... Even now, instead of scoffing at me and saying that it's girly like some guys would say or being embarrassed that I enjoy something that makes me seem... less masculine. You just, you praised me for it instead, and I can see the look in your eyes that you want me to play again."

Clary blushed, "I mean, I wasn't going to say anything but, if you insist." She joked, and Jace laughed with her. She was beginning to feel more open with him, and he enjoyed it a lot.

He opened the casket to reveal the piano keys again, smiling at her and taking in the excitement that gleamed in her eyes that he was going to play for her again.


So, a little Jace POV for you, kinda fun right? Thank you to a random guest who asked for a little more Jace POV, and thanks to for asking sophiecampbellbower for asking for a little more response from Clary, I'm not the best at witty responses, but I hope I got a little better? IDK, I'll work on it, she's getting more used to his teasing. I also don't know how many days they've been trapped, maybe like two? Also, sorry if there are some parts in the reading that make no sense, or if there are any mistakes. As much as I should read over what I've written, I literally just type it and post it, which is bad because I should be looking over my writing in case I have a lot of mistakes, but oh well. I'm not trying to make this, like a really time consuming thing and get too serious into it, that's why I don't edit. But yeah, I'll probably start the next chapter right after I post this, so keep a look out. Thank you again for the reviews and suggestions, you have no idea how much joy I get out of them. I feel like a little girl crushing on a boy, like I literally giggled yesterday whlie getting ready for bed at some of the comments just because I was so happy and giddy that I was getting feedback. I'm rambling again, watch out for another chapter. Thanks, loves.