Jace's POV
My brain was all tripy I look at clary who was yelling at me. (Nothing new) All of a sudden she just broke. She started sobbing. I ran up to her and grabbed her. My heart was aching. "Clary what's wrong?" I asked lightly.
"I don't want to do this." She said between cries. I was slowly sliding down the wall with a crying clary in my arms. As soon as we hit the ground I adjusted my position. I put one hand on her head and one arm was around her waist. I was lightly cradling her. I could get used to this. Though I don't want it to happen because of me. After a while when she stopped crying. It was comforting silence. She soon fell asleep. It was only 8:12 pm. I picked her up bridal style. Kept her head and body close to me. I sat on the bed. Stroking her hair. Her eyes faintly rose. "I'm sorry." she mumbled.
I smiled at her. "Let's go out into Idris."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because you are way to pretty to be stressed." She laughed lightly. "And I've made you had a mental breakdown twice in one day."
"Okay let's go."
"First do you want to clean up?" She nodded. She fixed her makeup and changed into jeans and a halter top. She also put on some rose gold adidas. I reached for her hand she reluctantly took it. We walked down the streets of Idris we walked into countless shops. She didn't pick out anything because she didn't want me to spend my money. For everything she looked at I bought and kept in my jacket. There was this one dress clary could not stop staring at while I tried on suits.
"Try it on." I whispered into her ear.
"What try what on it's a men's store." Clary spewed.
"The dress over there." I pointed to the dress across the store.
"I don't like it." She said sternly.
"So much you can't keep your eyes off of it." She rolled her eyes. "I told you I don't like it." She crossed her arms. I laughed. She got up and fixed the caller of my shirt. I pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry Clary." I kiss her head softly. I let go of her. She was staring at me with those guilty emerald eyes. She nodded. "Now go get the dress." She laughed and shook her head then proceeded to sit down.
"Nope." She popped the p.
"Fine the least you can do is hold this." I handed her a bunch of shirts. I walked out of the store and went to the other store asked the lady for the dress got the size. By the time she figured out where to put the shirts I was halfway back. When I entered the store I was holding the dress. Clary was glaring at me.
"I hate you." She smiled.
"I'm so confused you really wanted the dress."
"Of course thank you but I told you no."
"I know but it's the least I could do for my fiancé." Her face fell. She nodded and sat down. "I'm sorry?"
"It's not your fault l- nothing." I took her hand into mine. She looked down at it. I smiled.
"Is that it sir?" A man asked.
"Yes." I said. I look at Clary. Who looked up at me with wide eyes. She was so small compared to me. Her fiery red hair hung. We walked out of the store.
She was not the friendliest but I learned a bit about her. She loves art and is a cat person. She was big on dresses but would not turn down unlimited sweatpants and oversized sweaters. She told me she had anxiety attacks cue the meltdown earlier.
The moon was shining. We grabbed some ice cream to end the day. Clary was sooo tired. She resorted to laying her head against my arm because she couldn't quite reach my shoulder. I just twirled some stray curls and kissed her forehead. "Clary?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we make this work?" She grabbed my hand and looked up at me. I kissed her head again. We stood like that for a while but eventually we went home. We walked into her room and sat down on the bed. She walked over to the closet and picked out a oversized shirt and laid down on the bed. I grabbed a pair of pajama pants. We both laid down on the bed. She didn't turn to face me at first but later on she turned around and wrapped her arms around me and laid her head down on my chest. It was honestly too cute. I laughed and intertwined my fingers into hers. He hand was so tiny compared to mine.
"Goodnight clary."
"Goodnight Jace." She whispered. Her eyes were closed. I played with her hair till she would fall asleep and when she finally did it was my turn. All I want to do is make her feel safe.