Chapter 62: The Proposal

Hey guys, thanks for coming back to the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It has some French in it again, which I just used a translating website for, so I won't be at all offended if you tell me it's wrong, but I do have what I wanted it to be in English in brackets after. Enjoy!

Clary's POV

"Merci Paris, tu as été une foule incroyable. Rentre bien. Nous t'aimons!" I yell to the crowd, who are all screaming back. (Thank you Paris, you have been an incredible crowd. Get home safely. We love you!)

We all line up at the front of the stage and wave at everyone, and after a little while I yell, "ave atque vale," but it's drowned out by the crowd. After that we all get off the stage, where Jace, Izzy and Magnus are waiting for us.

Jace quickly kisses me, "great show tonight. I've really missed coming to them. I went to so many on your last tour, and on this one I've only been to your London shows and this one!"

"It's okay. You're busy - I get it," I tell him, gently grabbing his hand.

I turn and look at everyone else, "I don't know about you guys," Simon says, "but I'm beat. I'm gonna head back to the hotel." He then gives Jace some weird look.

"You should probably go back with them," Jace tells me.

"Remind me again why you're not staying with me?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Because I'm being paid a shit ton to stay at my hotel," Jace says, smiling down at me.

"And I can't stay with you because…"

"Because you need to get rest," he tells me. "And I don't know how much of that you'll get if you stay with me."

"I think I can sacrifice one night, Jace," I tell him, tugging on the collar of his jacket. I hold down a yawn, but I think he can tell.

"Look if something happens I think it's better that you're with everyone. And you'd have to get up so early to get on the bus anyway - I think it's just easier if you're with everyone."

"Fine," I tell him shortly. If he doesn't want to be with me that badly, then I'm not going to beg. "I guess I'll see you in a few months then." I walk over to Simon. "Are we going now?"

Simon quickly looks over at Jace before nodding, and heading out the back to where all of our stuff is stashed. We quickly get changed before going to the underground tunnels of the stadium where there is a car waiting for us. In the ever lucrative business we work in, we're being paid to drive Audi's in Paris, so I get in the driver's seat and everyone else piles in.

We drive back in silence to the hotel. We are given a parking space, and then I head up to my room to have a shower and get ready for bed. Honestly what is with Jace? He came from London because he had the weekend off, but then doesn't actually want to spend anytime with me. Whatever.

As I'm about to get in bed, my phone rings. I pick it up and see a picture of Jace on the screen. On one hand, I want to blow him off like he did to me, but something could be wrong, and I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened because of me.

"Jace?" I ask, answering the phone just before it stops ringing.

"Hey Clary," he says. "Look, I'm sorry about before. I thought about it, and you're totally right. We don't have much time to spend together, so of course we should be together tonight. Can you come to my hotel?"

"Look Jace, I'm glad you realised that, but it's really late, and honestly I am pretty tired. I think I should just stay here."

"Come on Clary, I know I was being a dick before, but I really think you should come over. Please!" he says, and I can see his smile.

"Can't you just come here?" I ask, knowing full well that I've already started giving in to him.

"I really think you should come to mine - I have the nicest view, and this great big room. I promise I'll wake up early with you and get you back to the tour bus."

"I don't know Jace…" I say.

"Come on, you said it yourself - we're not going to see each other for at least a couple weeks after this…"

I look over at my perfectly made up bed. "Fine, I'll be over in a bit - but you better have something nice planned," I tell him, already starting to change out of my pyjama shorts and into sweatpants.

"I promise you, I do! I'll see you soon," Jace says, and then hangs up.

I roll my eyes at the whole situation, but at the end of the day, I wasn't going to pass on getting to spend time with Jace.

I call Diego and he says he'll drive me over. I quickly tell all the guys that I'm going to Jace's hotel before meeting Diego in the lobby and we head down to the car I was driving earlier.

"Thanks for driving," I tell him.

"It's no big deal," he replies.

As we leave the parking garage, we are instantly hounded by paparazzi, who get as many pictures as they can of us leaving, before getting on motorbikes and mopeds and following us. Thankfully, there isn't a lot of traffic on the street because it's late, so Diego is able to drive pretty quickly, but it means they can also follow us easily.

"What the hell is this?" I ask Diego.

"I don't know. They're not usually this bad. Hang on," he says, and has to swerve to avoid one of the bikes. He starts beeping, to try and get them out of the way, but they just keep taking photos.

"Should we pull over?" I ask, and Diego speeds up to make it through a light. I look back and most of them go through the red light to follow us.

"No, if we stop then they'll just surround the car and we won't be able to go again," he says, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Okay, then what do we do? This is crazy - they're way to close to the car. Someone is going to get hurt." I say, grabbing onto the handle on the roof of the car.

"No it's okay, I think if I just go this way…" the car hits something, and I hear Diego calling my name, and then I don't hear anything.

Jace's POV

I look around at the balcony that Izzy helped me set up. There are rose petals all over the ground, and literally hundreds of candles everywhere. There are fairy lights hung up across the roof to light the area. There's a bucket filled with ice, and a bottle of Clary's favourite champagne it. I lean on the railing and look out at the streets of Paris, and at the Eiffel tower. In all honesty, this room cost a fortune, and I wasn't being paid a cent to stay in it, but I had to think of a good reason I couldn't stay at Clary's.

I take the ring box out of my pocket and look at the ring one last time. Tonight I'm finally going to do it. I'm finally going to ask Clary to marry me, to start the beginning of the rest of our lives. Everything is perfect - well, nearly everything. Clary isn't here yet.

I go back inside to check my phone to see if I've missed any texts or calls from Clary. She really should've been here by now. Maybe she accidentally fell asleep - she did actually look tired after the show. I know I should let her rest, but I'm not sure when I'll have another opportunity to do this, so I decide to call her to see where she is - or if she's even left. She doesn't answer the phone. Clary's usually a pretty light sleeper, so unless she's driving, I'm not sure why she wouldn't pick up.

Beginning to worry, I call Alec to see if he knows where Clary is.

"Did she say yes?" Alec asks excitedly as soon as he picks up the phone.

"What? No, she's not here yet. I was calling to ask if she fell asleep or something," I say, growing concerned.

"No - she left like an hour ago. She should definitely be there by now. Hold on, I'll get Magnus to call Diego. He should know where she is." I hear a bunch of movement, and some murmuring, and I just want to yell into the phone. How could no one know where Clary is? Something could be seriously wrong. I hear a phone ring, and after a little bit of silence, Alec is back on the phone.

"Jace - the was Diego on the phone then. A bunch of paparazzi were chasing him and Clary and they got into a car accident. Clary's at the hospital."

"What hospital?" I ask, already hurrying out of the room.

Alec quickly tells me the address, and then adds, "we're all going there now, we'll see you there soon?"

"Is Clary okay?" I ask, getting into a cab and quickly telling him where to go.

"Diego says she hasn't woken up yet, but that she should be okay."

"Okay. Thanks. I'll see you soon." I tell him, not at all feeling calmed by his words.

"She's going to be okay Jace," he says before I hang up the phone.

It doesn't actually take that long to get to the hospital, but it feels like hours. Once he pulls up, I throw the driver a bunch of notes before running into the hospital.

"Clary Fray? Ma petite amie. Est-elle ici? Elle a eu un accident de voiture." I ask the lady sitting at the front desk in a rush. (Clary Fray? My girlfriend. Is she here? She was in a car accident.)

She looks over something on her computer before answering, "Oui oui. Elle est arrivée il n'y a pas longtemps. Elle est au niveau trois dans la salle vingt-six." (Yes, yes. She arrived not long ago. She is on level three in room twenty-six.)

"Merci," I say, and look around the reception trying to figure out how to get to Clary's room.

"Jace," someone yells, and I turn and see Alec, along with all of the guys.

"Come on," I tell them, quickly heading to the elevator.

Once we find Clary's room, we all head in and see Diego sitting in a chair next to Clary's bed. She looks okay, apart from the bandage on her head and tubes in her arm. And the fact that she isn't awake.

"Is she okay?" someone asks.

"She's going to be okay. I'm sorry - I don't have a lot of information. I don't speak French and her doctor doesn't speak very good English," Diego says.

"Could you go get her doctor?" Magnus, I think, asks.

Diego leaves the room, but my eyes are still glued to Clary. This is my fault. I was the one who made her come to my hotel tonight. I was the reason she was only with Diego. Clary would be fine if it wasn't for me.

"Oh - il y a trop de monde dans cette pièce. Famille uniquement s'il vous plaît." The doctor says as he walks into the room. (Oh - there are too many people in this room. Family only please.)

"And I told you; we don't speak French-," Diego says annoyed.

"Nous sommes de la famille," I cut him off, finally snapping out of my trance. "Elle ira bien?" (We are family. Will she be okay?)

The doctor looks around the room and sighs, "oui. Elle s'est cogné la tête. Elle avait besoin de quelques points de suture et a une commotion cérébrale, mais elle ira bien." (Yes. She hit her head. She needed a few stitches and has a concussion, but she will be fine.)

"She's okay," I tell everyone, looking back at Clary. "She got a few stitches and has a concussion, but she'll be fine."

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

"Maintenant, certains d'entre vous doivent vraiment partir. S'il vous plaît," the doctor says, opening the door. (Now some of you really need to leave. Please.)

"He says some of us need to leave," I tell everyone.

A few people head towards the door, but then Clary moans and slowly opens her eyes, and everyone rushes back to surround her bed. She looks around at everyone and looks slightly confused.

"Where am I?" she asks.

"Clary, you're at the hospital. You were in a car accident," I tell her softly.

"Right," she says, letting the information sink in. "Okay."

"Do you need anything?" Simon asks.

She looks around at everyone again, looking more confused than before. She just shakes her head.

The doctor steps in front of Kit and starts checking on Clary and asking her some basic questions. Once the doctor leaves, Clary sits up in bed, and looks around once again.

"I'm sorry," Clary says, "I don't mean to be rude. But who are all you people?"

Sorry for the cliff hanger! Hope you liked that chapter. Come back on Friday to find out what happened to Clary. If you have any questions, comments or suggestions, feel free to leave a review - everything is appreciated. Have a great week :)