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, Bloodstream, and I'm A Mess. These songs are from the album 'x' (pronounced 'multiply')

Runaway

And this is what I'm gonna do

gonna runaway, gonna make that move

gonna grab clothes, and when it's morning, go

Part Three

When I wake the room is dark. The window that I looked out of earlier now permits very little light and I didn't turn on any lamps before crashing.

With the fuzziness of sleep now gone, I groan and sit up. The digital clock next to my bed reads 8:43 and I realize that I've been sleeping for much longer than I thought. With nothing else to do now, I lift my bag off the floor and start unpacking.

The 'media center' for the TV is really just a dresser with a TV on top. I'm putting my few clothing articles in one of the drawers when I hear a buzzing sound. For I moment, I wonder if there's a fly in the room. Then I realize it's my phone.

I hesitate. I know now that bringing my phone might have been a bad decision; temptation to return to my old life. Biting my lip, I walk over and check my messages.

Thirty-eight missed messages. Twenty-two missed calls. Even six failed video chats. I wince and bit my lip harder, getting a burst of blood. They're mostly from Izzy and Alec but as I keep scrolling I even see a few from Simon, Magnus and Robert. There's one message from Maryse.

Hey Jace. Please come home, Isabelle and Alec are going crazy here.

I shake my head in disgust; that's it? She isn't worried but Izzy and Alec are? Obviously my adoptive siblings are worried but my own adoptive mother doesn't care?

I flip my phone screen down onto the table. I don't need the temptations. I get up and open the drawers again, pulling out a new shirt to wear. I'm going out.

I slip the tight black shirt over my torso and it shows off my sculpted physique well. I keep the same jeans on and retie my shoes. I grab my wallet and head to the door, before abruptly stopping.

I still have well over six hundred dollars in it; I couldn't go out with that much. I find the safe in my room – surprisingly there is one – and I put four hundred dollars away. I set the password as 2308; Clary's birthday. With a shaky sigh, I stand up and walked to the door, my room card tucked in my jeans pocket.

I walk back down to the lobby and see the same girl who checked me in behind the desk. She's reading a magazine and painting her nails at the same time; women. I make an internal sounds between a groan and a sigh as I walk up to the counter. Her eyes flick up to me and she sets the magazine and polish bottle down.

"Yeah?" She sounds annoyed mixed with mild interest.

"Are there any restaurants in the area?" I ask, setting my elbows onto the counter. She wrinkles her nose slightly and grabs a pen. With her new manicure, she carefully scribbles something onto a notepad before ripping it off and handing it to me.

"Here. Go to this place, they serve until eleven-thirty and the meals are cheap but good. Ask for Elise and say that Minnie sent you." I stare at her for a moment and she waves the note again.

"Hello? Take it." I snatch the note and turn to leave without thanking her. She goes back to multitasking as I leave the hotel. It's not until I'm walking down the street that I actually look at the address she gave me.

289 West Ave. – Frankie's Diner

Ask for Elise; Minnie sent you

So I guess the girl in the lobby was named Minnie. Or at least that was what she went by. The hotel was 246 West Ave., so I just had to keep walking.

It was probably nine o'clock by now, but it was still light outside. That was the thing about summer; the days never seemed to end.

I keep walking for a few minutes, keeping a leisure pace. Finally I spot a little restaurant wedged between building; like everything else in New York. A sign for it reads 'Frankie's Diner', but the 'r' and the 'n' in 'Frankie's' had slightly faded, making me read the sign as 'Fakie's Diner' at first. I chuckled as I crossed the street to get to the diner.

Inside it was a simple diner; plain floors, full of tables, and the walls were covered in newspaper clippings. My eyes stared at the walls for a while, reading snippets of the articles and headlines. A waitress meets me by the door and smiles.

"Hey there. Just one tonight? Or are you waiting for your date?" She asked with a wink. Her brown hair is big and flows from her head down to her shoulders, where the ends curl perfectly. It reminds me of the way some women in the sixties would do their hair.

"Just one – oh, are you Elise?" I remember what Minnie told me just as my waitress leads me to a table.

"Yes, did Minnie send you?" She asks knowingly. I nod and she smiles. I sit down at a table and she pats my shoulder.

"Well, that means Miss Minnie has a fancying towards you. Meal's on the house." She smiles wider at my bewildered expression. This women looks and talks like she's from the sixties. I even hear a slight Southern accent – real, though. Not like the one I hear from Minnie.

The waitress, Elise, leaves after setting a menu down, before I can ask anything. She walks off to the kitchen, leaving me to peer down at the menu.

"Hey Jace." I hear someone call me from not too far. A few tables away from me sits a dark haired girl. Her green eyes are sparkling with mischief and she stands up to walk to my table.

"Nina?"

Hello readers :)

So yes, Nina is the name of my mysterious OC... ;) Congrats to xoxNxox for guessing correctly!

This chapter is unedited because I'm very lazy right now. I'll probably edit it later today..? We'll see.

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