So, I accidentally forgot to moderate 3 reviews before posting my last chapter. I am soooo sorry about that. Due to my moment of stupidness, I'm dedicating this chapter to the three reviewers who never got a reply – Tay, Wendy and Wolfie. Thank you so much for your support!

Disclaimer: bow down to Cassie Clare because this is the art of her amazing imagination.

Chapter 7

Winning Back Hearts

Alec sat in his hotel room, messing around the guitar chords and riffs. Something Jace had told him about the party had really stood out in his mind and he couldn't get the words out of his head. He remembered how he ranted about Clary not falling at his feet like any other girl. Alec then knew what he had to do to win Magnus' trust back. Izzy sat by the table in her room, on her phone. She just posted some cryptic post to Instagram and she was clearly very pleased about it, at least that's what her tilted head and her shoulders pulled back proudly suggested it.

"The plane tickets have been booked, I just got the confirmation." Izzy told Alec, eyes still on the screen of her phone. He nodded, absorbed in his music. "They'll arrive in London; two days after we arrive. Then they'll be there for three days and leave late on the third day. I've also arranged that on the second day, they'll attend your concert. I organised it so that they'll stay in the Landmark Hotel. One of my assistants has booked the Great Central Suite for him, whilst Ragnor and Camille each have one of the Landmark Suites. That was the best I could do."

"Cool, thanks Izzy." He smiled at her thankfully before his attention went back to the song. When his fingers stumbled over one of the chords, his nerves struck him again. He tried to laugh it off, "I hope I don't forget the lyrics onstage."

"You won't," Izzy comforted him, picking up on his emotions. "The rehearsal with the band has been planned for as soon possible once we arrive back home, but it'll depend on when the band gets there – they'll be taking a later plane. Either way, the song sounds amazing and it isn't even finished yet. You'll kick this song's ass and Magnus will adore it. It'll sound even better when you have all the added harmonies and whatever else you musicians have, you're just hearing the solo, incomplete version right now. Make sure you remember that."

"You're an awesome little sister, Iz. Make sure you remember that. On a similar topic, I think there's something I'll…need to do beforehand. I…I have…some plans for the night of the concert." Alec sighed, rubbing at his eyes. At the thought of what he was about to do, nausea struck him and he could feel sweat build up around his temples. "Actually, Aline and I will both need to do it. We've discussed it and we feel that it's the best option."

"And what is that?" Izzy queried, not looking up from her phone.

"Talk to our parents. They…they really need to know…the erm…the truth about us." Alec stated, and Izzy's head shot up. "We've put it off for too long, Iz. I've put if off. It's time to tell them everything, no matter how hard the idea of that is."

Izzy gaped at him, dropping her phone into her lap. "You're going to come out?"

Magnus was spread across his sofa, wearing a tight red singlet and pink tracksuit pants. His hair wasn't styled for once, and the only makeup he had on was remnants of eyeliner that he was too lazy to remove. He stretched slightly, his feet dangling off the edge of his sofa. The voice of the gossip channel's host on his T.V. resounded while he continued shoving takeaway Chinese food into his mouth. Boxes of empty food containers littered the floor around him, almost making a barrier between Magnus and the outside world. He listened to the blonde bimbo, scoffing at something she mentioned about some two cast members from one of his favourite shows getting together.

"No way. That guy is so out of her league." He argued in-between mouthfuls.

The topic quickly changed, as the screen came to a picture of the Lightwoods at the John F. Kennedy airport. Magnus immediately tensed, groaning and muttering about being unable to escape them, even in his own home. If the remote wasn't a metre away – a metre too far – he would've changed the channel. He cursed himself when he couldn't help but notice that Alec was wearing a delectable pair of jeans, which made his ass look amazing in some photos. Magnus shook his head and half-heartedly listened to the news.

The blonde bimbo returned to the screen as she pointed to the picture behind her. "Unfortunately for us, Britain's favourite celebrities, the Lightwoods, have left JFK airport and headed back to their hometown – London. According to reports, the three will be back in American to attend the Grammy Awards next month, but our question is who will they take as their plus ones? After Alexander Lightwood and Aline Penhallow were spotted snogging in his Manhattan hotel room, the public went wild. For years, the two sings have been reported holding romantic feelings for each other. Yet, despite the evidence of a romance between the two celebs, Lightwood's model sister, Isabelle, took to her Instagram account yesterday to post this."

There was an image of Alec sitting in his hotel room, completely focused on the guitar in his hands. Isabelle had captioned the picture, "all is not what it seems #paparazzi #getyourfactsstraight AlexanderLightwoodOfficial."

The blonde woman came back into the frame, "what did Isabelle mean? We can only guess that she was referring to the pictures released of Alexander and Aline, but perhaps there is more to the story than we know? Tune in tomorrow to find out more."

Magnus finally found the energy to lean over and grab the remote. He turned the T.V. off and grumpily threw the remote on the floor. "Get your facts straight? Ha ha ha, Isabelle, so funny. I can't stop freaking laughing."

His mood has soured again, leaving him scowling and shovelling down more Chinese food. Chairman Meow pranced over and he scooped the kitty up into one hand, placing the food in the kitchen on the way to his bedroom. "Come on, Chairman. Let's have an early night, I'll even give you extra cuddles."

In that moment, Magnus' phone rang, making him become edgier. Couldn't he just get away from the world for one night? He relaxed when he heard I Kissed a Girl echo around the room. It's Camille. Magnus strutted to where his phone was on his table, still holding Chairman Meow while accepting the call.

Before he could speak, Camille blurted, "Mags, pack your bags. We're going to London."

"Really Izzy? Hashtag getyourfactsstraight? You couldn't resist the joke, could you?" Alec groaned in the limo. His head was pounding from the screaming fans that surrounded them as soon as they arrived at Heathrow Airport in London.

"I sure couldn't," Izzy popped her gum as she stared out the tinted window of the limo.

"No one will let that joke go once I come out," Alec sighed and Izzy couldn't be bothered answering, so he pulled his notepad out to re-read the lyrics of his latest song.

"Seems a bit excessive for Mum and Dad to organise a limo to pick us up," Jace commented absentmindedly as he texted Clary.

They had been texting for days now and Alec was so over their non-stop flirting. Apparently they had really 'hit-off' at the party, according to Jace. Despite the fact that a few days earlier, he had been ranting about how she rejected him, something that even Izzy had backed up. That was Jace for you. Alec rolled his eyes when Jace suddenly laughed at something Clary had said, as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. A spark of jealousy rose in Alec, but he was quick to suppress it.

"It's because they're trying to keep up appearances," Izzy rolled her eyes. "Can you please stop with the giddiness? It's really annoying."

"You can't talk, Iz. You've been texting Sam since the party," Jace fired back quickly, defensively bringing his phone closer to himself.

"His name is Simon, honestly Jace, get it right." Izzy retorted before Alec could step in and tell Jace that she wouldn't. Shock ran through him and Alec raised his eyebrows. Since when did Izzy and Simon decide that they would like to talk?

"Just when was I going to hear that you had been messaging Simon?" he asked, stunned and a little hurt.

Izzy had the shame to look guilty, averting her eyes shyly, "whenever this whole Aline thing was over. I promise."

"I guess I can understand that logic," Alec shrugged, startling Izzy, who was preparing herself for a disappointed brother.

"Why can't you be that pleasurable, Jace?" She shot at him and Jace groaned. "All you ever do is make everything ten times worse."

Alec attempted to step in again, "Isabelle, drop it."

However, neither Izzy nor Jace listened to him. Instead, Jace sat up straighter, glowering at his adopted sister. "Can you stop being annoying? Is it even remotely possible for you?"

"I can ask you the same thing, you idiot."

"You're a prat."

"You're an idiot."

"Prat."

"Idiot."

Alec let out an annoyed shout, over their antics that he had to put up with for years. While he adored his siblings, they could definitely get on his nerves. "Enough you two. Honestly, you act like kids sometimes. Jace, lay off Izzy. Izzy, leave him alone. He can text who he wants to without you shoving your nose in his business."

Izzy huffed bad-temperedly, slouching in her seat. "He's the one who started it."

Alec cut in before Jace could retort, "and I'm ending it. Stop."

Jace and Izzy turned their backs to each other, sullen expression on their faces. Alec exhaled loudly, yearning for privacy and a chance to sleep. Life was never simple.

"Camille, this is absurd!" Magnus yelped as he was pushed into the bright yellow taxi. "You've gone crazy. It's official."

The driver gave the two friends a weird look after they spent ten minutes next to the cab, quarrelling about whether or not they were going. Magnus might've even stamped his foot once or twice to make his point, however, Camille refused to budge. Now, despite the fuss he made, Magnus was sitting in the back seat of the cab, which smelt like sweat and cigarette smoke, scowling at the plump man in the front seat. He couldn't help but wish that the driver had stepped in and tell the hot blonde to bugger off, but the driver was drooling over Camille instead.

"I could be getting kidnapped, you know." He hissed under his breath, although the driver overlooked him.

"To JFK Airport," Camille ordered, hopping in behind Magnus and shutting the door behind her. Her appearance was a little more ruffled than usual, but she was still calm and in control of things.

"I'm pretty sure forcing me to go to another country is illegal." Magnus argued, sitting up straight. "Plus, I haven't organised of the needed paperwork. What about my visa?"

"Mags, calm down. It'll all been taken care of." Camille tried to sooth him, but it was unsuccessful.

"By who?" He grouched, glaring daggers at her. His emerald eyes with hints of gold widened in realisation and a grimace replaced the look of recognition. "Oh no. Please tell me you didn't join sides with Alec. No Camille, you weren't meant to get involved with any of this. Just tell me, it wasn't Alexander. Please."

Camille winked and Magnus immediately knew that she had sided with the singer when she replied, "just you wait, babe."

"You traitor, Camille Lilianne Belcourt. No Camille, I'm over him." Magnus replied firmly, turning to the taxi driver. "Let me out. Now. Or I'll sue you. Trust me, I don't make empty threats."

"Do not let him out," Camille snapped, locking her door and reaching over Magnus to lock his too. Magnus yelped went she pinched his arm. "Ignore this guy, he can't even afford to sue you, it was an empty threat. Look at me, Magnus, and calm down before you have a stroke. Just let him speak to you and then you can decide what you want to do. Give him a chance."

"Because you totally know what happened?" Magnus said sarcastically, glowering out the window.

"I do," Camille lowered her voice, "Isabelle called me."

"So now you're in league with Isabelle too!" Magnus shrieked, turning his head to glare at her while he threw his hands in the air.

"Stop being a drama queen and chill." Camille demanded as the taxi started driving towards the airport.

The limo pulled into the driveway of the Lightwood's Estate, the driver pausing to roll down his window and talk through the speaker and swipe his card to prove his identity. Alec eyed the gigantic black metal gate, seeing the flourished "L" decorating the middle of it. Maryse had insisted on that feature after they moved into the mansion when Alec was only one. Prior to that, they had been living in a lavish apartment in Kensington, but when they decided to have a larger family, they moved. Of course, Alec's parents couldn't settle for a house, their greedy minds needed a freaking mansion to show off their wealth.

After a few moments of waiting for the driver to be accepted by security, the large front gates opened electronically and the car drove through. The driveway was long and made of pebbles mixed with gravel. One either side was green lawn with rose gardens. The limo came closer to their home, curving around the water feature out the front of the mansion. Staff came down the front steps and opened the door to the limo, as Isabelle got out first, followed by her brothers.

"Hello Andrew," she said cheerfully, picking up her handbag and smiling up at the man. "Where is Mum and Dad?"

"Your parents are in their studies, Ma'am." Andrew informed her gently, nodding out of respect.

"Is Max here?" Jace asked, but Andrew shook his head. The three Lightwoods frowned. They had been excited to see their youngest brother again.

"He is currently on a school excursion to the museum, Mr Lightwood." Andrew told him, shutting the limo door before it drove off. "Your parents are inside. They requested that you visit them straight away – I believe Mrs Lightwood wishes to discuss a few topics in particular."

"I guess we better head inside then," Alec muttered as the three Lightwoods climbed the front steps to the main home they grew up in. None of them could deny just what would be on Maryse's mind.

"Ragnor," Magnus shouted, scandalised. His eyes were wide and taking in the sight of his best friend standing near the drop off section at the ambulance. A suitcase was next to his feet, suggesting to Magnus that Ragnor was joining him on the journey. "You're in on this too?"

Ragnor smiled sheepishly, although he didn't seem to feel too guilty about keeping the secret from Magnus. "I sure am. When Isabelle gave me a call yesterday, I thought I was about to get lucky. But no, instead I was being told about some grand plan and how I was just going to be a pawn in her idea. Like always, my dear Magnus, you're the one with the luck."

"Sorry to break this charming reunion up boys," Camille paraded over after thanking the taxi driver, her heeled boots making sharp noises against the floor, "but we do have a plane to catch. One that happens to need us on board for us to get to London. I'd hate to miss it."

"Such a marvellous suggestion, Camille." Ragnor declared charmingly and she gave him an annoyed look while she quickly fixed her ponytail.

"Listen here, Fell, you don't talk to me at all on this flight and I won't cut your balls off and feed them to Chairman Meow. Got it?" She glowered at him threateningly to articulate her point.

"Heard you, loud and clear." Ragnor replied as the three dragged their suitcases inside. "Just to let you know, Chairman Meow would never take your side over mine."

"Who is the one who buys him the amazing tuna imported from France?" Camille taunted Ragnor, smirking at him over her shoulder.

Ragnor paled quickly, "you are one shady bitch, Camille Belcourt."

"Thank you, I pride myself on that." She retorted. She went to say something else when she saw Magnus' bewildered expression. "Is everything okay, Mags?"

"This is so weird," Magnus muttered and she immediately understood.

"I guess randomly being sent to London with your best friend and some whore-"

"Calling yourself a whore Fell? I've never heard anything truer." Camille interrupted darkly, sending him a smug look.

"As I was saying," Ragnor spoke louder, ignoring the blonde's existence. "I guess it'd be even weirder when you're going to London because some famous singer made a mistake and wants to win your heart over."

Magnus snorted, replying sarcastically, "yeah right. He's probably just doing this as a charity service. He feels bad for playing with my itty bitty heart."

Camille frowned and Ragnor looked close to saying something, but she subtly shook her head at him and he stayed quiet. They made their way through security, receiving stares from people around them. Magnus supposed they were an odd sight – Ragnor with his multitude of ear, lip and nose piercings, as well as the dyed hair…as well as Camille, one of the hottest girls anyone could imagine. And there was Magnus being the human glittery tornado. Another thing that had annoyed him was Camille forcing him out of his comfortable pink pants and red singlet and into a pair of leather pants and a green button up shirt. There was one rule when it came to Magnus' fashion: if Magnus wanted to wear something, he wore it, otherwise you could take your opinions and shove them up your ass (pardon his French). Clearly, Camille forget this rule…that or she just ignored it. Possibly both.

"Please place your hand luggage into the trays," the employer requested once it became their turn in getting their bags checked.

The three did as she wanted, standing awkwardly as she worked her airport magic. "This situation is definitely very movie-like." Camille commented, adding to Ragnor's speech.

"Good Lord, did she just agree with me?" Ragnor gaped at her, swearing when she punched him in the arm. "Damn, no need to be so violent."

Magnus gasped when he realised something. He overlooked the looks he received from strangers as he whirled around to face his two best friends. "Oh God, what about university? Camille, I have my big show coming up-"

"Mags, that's more than a month away and you are ahead of the rest of the class. Relax. We'll only be in London for four days max. Now deep breaths, my powerpuff girl." Camille said, grabbing his hand. "You can do this."

Everything in the mansion was white. White marble floors. White painted walls. Freshly washed white curtains. The only rare signs of colours were from the trophy cabinet, where all the awards the Lightwoods had won were held, or the few family photos that were on certain surfaces. Even the roses which were replaced every second day were white. Alec felt like he couldn't escape the lack of colour. He smiled when he thought of the glittery man who'd soon be joining him in London – this place would drive Magnus insane.

"I forgot how boring everything was," Izzy mentioned casually, her nose scrunching up when they came to the hallway that had their parents' office.

"It's so different from Magnus' apartment." Jace noted, sending a sly smirk towards Alec, who couldn't help but inwardly agree.

Jace knocked on the white door, stepping back to stand next to Izzy and Alec. "Even the doors are bloody white," Jace whispered, making his siblings crack a smile.

The three waited for a few moments before Maryse finally called out, "come in."

"In case one of us dies, I love you guys." Izzy teased quietly and Alec rolled his eyes while Jace grinned.

She slowly opened the door and sauntered inside, the boys staying behind her. Shutting the door, Alec felt a sense of dread fall on him. Tonight will be the night when he parents will find out the truth, and once it's revealed, their relationship may never be the same ever again. Robert was sitting at his large desk, typing on his laptop while Maryse read over his shoulder. His parents didn't look any different than usual. Maryse's dark hair was straightened and tied back into a tight ponytail, her black suit matching Robert's. Alec contained himself from laughing in frustration when he realised both his parents had recently received another round of Botox. They couldn't handle not undergoing the treatment. Both of them relied on it like a drug.

"You three, have a seat." Maryse murmured, and they quickly obeyed, sitting in front of his desk.

"One moment," Robert spoke firmly, typing for a few more seconds before slamming his laptop shut. "Done."

Maryse stood up, her shoulders pulled back and hands resting on her hips. She eyed her children, her lips turning into a thin line. "I believe we need to talk."

"We sure do," Jace whispered, slumping in his chair, appearing bored out of his brains. Izzy and Alec sent him looks, knowing if he kept it up, Maryse would snap.

"Jace, sit up straight. Isabelle, stop gaping like a fish and Alexander…just what were you thinking?" Maryse snapped, her blue eyes going cold. "Were you even thinking? How could you be so foolish? I thought we raised you better than this."

"Hi Mum," Izzy sassed, interrupting Maryse' rant that they knew was only going to continue getting worse.

"Now is not the time for your idiotic antics, Isabelle Sophia. I am so over all of your behaviour, you make our family name look like mud." Maryse snarled, sitting on the edge of Robert's desk. "How are we meant to succeed in this entertainment business if you three keep making mistakes and acting thoughtlessly? I thought we raised you to be better than that."

"It's better than acting like a bitch. Oh wait, let me correct that, being a bitch." Izzy remarked under her breath, ignoring the look Alec sent her.

"What was that, Isabelle?" Maryse said hostilely, her eyes narrowing and fire building inside the blue orbs.

"Nothing Mum," Isabelle cleared her throat to hide the yelp when Alec subtly kicked her gently, getting her attention and shaking his head.

"Good, keep it that way." Maryse stated icily, crossing her arms over her chest. "Alexander, just what is going on with you and that Penhallow girl?"

"Nothing, Mum." Alec answered, feeling nervous.

Maryse became more aggravated and felt the need to continue her interrogation. "That is not what the press was saying. You were pictured in a compromising-"

"I know, Mum, but what they took pictures of have a long backstory." Alec butted in protectively, seeing that Izzy and Jace appeared prepared to defend him in a seconds notice. "It's not what it seems, just like what Iz's post said."

"She made a post?" Maryse shrieked just as Alec's father stepped in.

"Do not interrupt your Mother, Alexander." Robert warned him.

Alec lowered his head inferiorly, noting how Maryse enjoyed the power. "Sorry Mum."

"I am appalled by your behaviour. All three of you. What sort of name are you giving us? One of shame and lust?" Maryse sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "We were never like this in our youth, I have no clue why you must feel the need to. It's unnecessary and making everything we've ever done for you worthless."

"At least we don't partake in adultery, that's his fault." Izzy retorted, glaring at Robert, whose eyes narrowed.

"Isabelle," Maryse roared, eyes turning to slits. "You will not speak of such things."

"So you can go off at us for making mistakes, while your own errors are no problem? Shut up, Mum." Izzy grumbled and in that moment, the similarities between Izzy and Maryse became more obvious.

"She's got a point," Jace shrugged when Maryse turned to her other children for support.

"Get out, the three of you." Maryse stood up and smoothed her black jacket down. "I'll see you at dinner on Wednesday. Seven o'clock sharp. Be there. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mum," they replied in unison, leaving the study in a hurry.

"I forgot how intense it gets here," Jace muttered thoughtfully. "Probably on purpose, now I think about it."

"For some reason, I wish that we were back in America," Izzy grimaced and Alec couldn't help but inwardly agree.

There was a chill in the air, making a shiver travel down Aline's spine. She knocked on the door of the quaint and modest little house. A sense of warmth overcame her when she took in the sight of the familiar home that filled so many of her memories from her childhood. She pushed her sunglasses further up her nose and tried to shield her face, in case there were any unwanted cameras pointed her way. The front door opened with a sharp movement. Aline smiled to herself, remembering how her mum always had such rushed actions when opening the door after she returned from her tours.

Her mother took one look at her and smiled, wrinkles showing up on her aging face. "Aline! Come in, come in!"

"Hi Mum," Aline hugged her and entered the house, taking her sunglasses off and placing them on a small cabinet next to the front door. She saw her Dad standing behind her Mum, off to the side to give his daughter and wife a private moment. "Dad!"

"My little girl," he cheered as she ran into his arms. "It's been far too long, precious girl."

"I missed you two," she admitted while he twirled her around.

"We've missed you too, sweetie." Aline's Mum insisted, ducking her flying leg and avoiding her husband's clumsy steps. "Now come on, Pat, share my daughter with me."

"Anything for you, my darling Jia." Patrick teased, winking at his wife who rolled her eyes.

"How's work been?" Aline asked, walking between her parents into the cramped lounge room.

"The usual, my students have a big assessment coming up so there will be a lot of marking. Which I'm not looking forward to…well, there is one student who stands out and I can't wait to see what the future has instore for him, but that is a story for another day." Jia stated, stopping herself from getting too caught up in discussing her pupils' achievements like a proud mother. "Onto more interesting topics, I hear someone has started quite the rumour mill. Care to explain?"

The three of them sat down on the sofa, Aline between her parents like always. She bit her lip nervously, remembering her conversation with Alec right after the pictures had been released. It was now or never. "Yeah…about that…" Aline murmured uneasily.

"Oh sweetheart, we don't mind who you date." Jia told Aline, stroking her raven black hair.

"As long as it's not that Mortmain fellow again," Patrick added and his wife nodded in agreement.

"I need to tell you guys something…that I probably should've said years ago now." Aline confessed awkwardly.

"You can tell us anything, Aline." Pat whispered, grasping her hand and holding it tight. Her hand looked tiny in comparison to her father's.

"Mum, Dad…I…I'm a lesbian." Aline shut her eyes, not wanting to see their horror. There was a moment of silence.

"That's it?" Patrick bellowed, chuckling.

"What do you mean? That's it?" Aline questioned, confused at the sparkle in Jia's eye.

"Darling, I'm just glad that boy didn't get you pregnant," Patrick sighed in relief. "I really didn't want my future grandchild to be a Lightwood."

"What's wrong with Alec?" Aline yelled, affronted.

"It's not Alec, sweetheart." Jia wrapped an arm around Aline.

"Three words," Patrick leaned closer, as if he was sharing his deepest, darkest secret. "Robert and Maryse."

Aline immediately understood and cringed automatically, "yeah, they're terrifying."

"I'm amazed at how sweet their children are. The couple are a right load of evilness. The way they used their own children to boost their fame. Pathetic." Jia shook her head, her motherly concern showing.

"You've never met them, or their kids for their matter." Aline argued, rolling her eyes at her mother.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Missy." Jia poked Aline in the ribs, making her daughter laugh. "I did meet the Lightwood children once, they didn't know it was me though."

"When did you meet?" Aline was completely bemused.

"That is a story for another time," Jia announced, getting to her feet. "Now, I need to get the fizzy drinks! We need to celebrate that my little girl isn't pregnant."

"The only sort of baby I want in you until you're thirty is a food baby," Patrick nudged Aline, who rolled her eyes again. It was a habit that she had picked up from Jia, who used to do it constantly.

"You two are so stupid," she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

"You love us," Patrick chortled, "wife of mine, bring out the biscuits. We must celebrate that no boy can break our baby girl's heart."

Jia laughed from the kitchen, "I do love the sound of that."

"Wait," Patrick paused, "why did you and Alec kiss then? If you're a lesbian? Unless Alec's hiding something under those pants…"

"We kissed to prove to myself that I'm a lesbian and I don't like men." Aline answered quickly, not wanting to reveal Alec's secret.

Patrick gave her a weird look, "but you've dated men."

"I haven't dated nice men though. I wanted to see if personality made a difference." Aline explained.

"Does it?" Patrick lowered his voice, smiling when she shook her head. "I'm glad you figured everything out for yourself, princess. Hopefully you didn't break poor old Alexander's heart."

"I'm glad I figured it out too and I'm sure he'll live." She winked at her dad and the two shared in another hug.

"I cannot believe that I am in London," Magnus gasped, spinning around to take in everything he could. "I think I'm about to hyperventilate."

"I think I'm about my collapse. My legs are so sore. That was such a long flight." Ragnor wailed, massaging his legs.

"Stop being such a drama queen, Fell. You and Magnus are so theatrical." Camille stamped over to Magnus, grabbing his phone out of his bag.

"What are you doing, Cammie?" He shared a confused look with Ragnor.

"I might get something to eat," Ragnor mumbled, searching the airport for a stall or café.

"Stay right there, Fell. Or I will hunt you down." Camille threatened without looking at the blue haired man as she unlocked Magnus' phone and typed quickly.

"Is that meant to be a bad thing, Belcourt?" Ragnor flirted, while Camille made a point of ignoring him. Magnus heard the sound of a message being sent before she handed his phone back.

"Done, now let's get a taxi and go to our hotels. Apparently Isabelle got her assistants to book us into some fancy place for the stay."

"I happen to adore fancy hotels, especially all the possibilities of what you can do in one." Ragnor winked suggestively at Camille, who sent him a disgusted look.

"Dream on, Fell." She strode ahead of the other men.

"Really Ragnor? Will you ever give in?" Magnus groaned, trying to catch up to the blonde bombshell.

"Okay Alexander, look straight ahead. Isabelle, please look to your right. Jace look down with your head to the left. More to the right, Isabelle. Thank you." The camera flashed and all Alec wanted to do was sleep.

It was their third day back in London and it was currently seven in the morning. They had arrived at the magazine's photography studio at five in the morning and ended up spending two hours in wardrobe and makeup. Alec and Jace were currently dressed in black suits whilst Izzy was flaunting a dark green gown that had a split up one side. Alec knew that once this was done, he had a band rehearsal and dinner with his parents and siblings tonight, where he had to be there at seven o'clock, sharp. Just like what his mother had ordered. Even Max would be there. He was excited to see Max again, it'd been a while since they had spoken face-to-face. The camera continue to fire away, taking picture after picture. The photographer would pause to get one of the assistants to fix their appearance or he would order them to change something about the way they posed.

"Okay Isabelle, can you please stand up?" The photographer requested as an assistant removed the chair. "Turn around with your back facing me, but your face directed at Alexander. Angle your body a bit more. Good. Alexander, can you place one hand on her hip? A little further up. Right. Now Jace, move a little closer to her and tilt your body towards her. She won't bite. That's it. Boys, stare ahead, Isabelle, keep looking at Alexander. Stay like that. Perfect."

The photo shoot continued for another hour. Alec sighed in relief when the photographer declared he had the pictures he wanted. Alec massaged his stiff muscles as the three of them were led back to the dressing room.

"I'm so glad that's over." He muttered, immediately messing his hair up.

"Clary texted me to say that Magnus, Camille and Ragnor have just boarded the plane." Jace stated and nerves rained down on Alec. "Wait, that was yesterday. Oops, I forgot that she texted me then, I was caught up swimming in the pool, then I had a workout and then my agent decided to call-"

"Jace," Alec interrupted impatiently, "get to the point."

Jace seemed insulted that someone didn't want to hear his story, so he simply said. "It means they're here right now, I think."

"Alec, give me your phone." Izzy commanded, and Alec sent her a weird look.

He fished his phone out of his bag and handed it to her, "what are you doing?"

"Camille nicked Magnus' phone and sent you a text to say they arrived." She threw the phone back at him and he caught it just as his panic set in.

"God, what if he hates me for this?" He whispered frantically.

"Alec, it'll be fine." Izzy reassured him gently. "Everything will be okay, he just needs to learn the truth."

"You really think so?" He asked anxiously.

Izzy reached up and cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand, "I really do."

"Miss, I'm sorry but there has been an error with your room." The lady at the desk told Camille, who raised an eyebrow. "The room has been double booked and the other customers arrived five minutes ago and claimed it. Is there any chance you'd be prepared to share with your friend? All the other rooms have been booked out with Alexander Lightwood's concert coming up in a few days."

"With him?" Camille pointed over her shoulder, directly at Ragnor.

"Yes Ma'am. If that isn't a problem." The worker hesitated at the daggers being stared into her forehead.

"I can share with Ragnor, you can take my room." Magnus butted in helpfully, trying to diffuse the situation.

"No Mags, this trip is for you." Camille sighed and turned back to the woman at the desk. "I'll room with him."

"Hell yeah," Ragnor fist pumped the air.

Camille whirled around, "don't you go getting any dodgy ideas, Fell, or you will regret it."

"I'm sorry, Camille. I can't hear you over the sound of my victory and your failure." He mocked, making her storm away. "God, what got her panties in a knot?"

Magnus growled and apologised to the worker before the three of them headed up the elevator, to their suites.

"Are you staying for dinner, sweetheart?" Jia queried, leaning over the edge of the sofa and watching her husband and daughter battle it out on Guitar Hero. "I made your favourite."

"Lasagne with extra cheese?" Aline exclaimed happily, her fingers travelling rapidly over the next of the fake guitar, but she was no match for her father.

"Sure thing," Jia responded as the game ended.

Aline groaned when she saw her dad won, "I'd love to, but I was hoping to speak to someone before they fly over to London tomorrow."

"Who is it?" Patrick asked as he completed his victory dance.

"A girl I met who is the makeup artist for Alec," Aline went red when her parents both stared at her.

"You have a girlfriend?" Jia bounced on the spot, incredibly happy. At least that's what Aline interrupted from the smile on her face that was so bright, the singer swore she was going to get blinded.

"No Mum, I nearly did…until I kissed Alec." She said sheepishly, making her parent's expressions turn stony.

"You need to go to her and explain what happened," Jia insisted, shoving Aline off the sofa.

"Wait what? I don't know where she even staying at currently. She's staying at a friend's place or somewhere since the Lightwoods left the hotel." She complained loudly as her dad threw her sunglass at her. She caught them clumsily. "I feel like you two are trying to throw me out."

"Go find her," Patrick persisted as Aline put her glasses on.

"She doesn't want to speak to me." Aline told them, unsure with the turn of events.

"Do you have any mutual friends?" Jia asked, eyeing her daughter expectantly.

"Well…yeah. Alec, Izzy and Jace." Aline stated, seeing her parents are-you-serious looks. "What?"

"Have you asked them where she's staying? They might know," Patrick suggested and Aline gaped.

"I'm such an idiot," she shrieked, rushing out the door. "I'll see you sometime soon hopefully, love you guys."

"Love you too," her parents replied, laughing as the door slammed shut behind her.

"She is definitely your daughter," Jia commented once Aline was gone.

Pat chuckled rubbed her back lovingly, "hush you."

"Good Lord, this place is perfect." Camille moaned, lying across Magnus' king sized bed on her back. "I never want to leave."

"I wouldn't mind living here," Ragnor professed, on Magnus' other side, lounging in the same manner as the blonde woman.

Magnus was stretched out on his back, straight down the middle of the bed, loving its size and plushness. "Maybe I should forgive Alec purely so I can experience hotel rooms like this more often."

"Please do, and hook me up with his sister while you're at it." Ragnor begged, sinking into the fluffy mattress.

"Giving up on me already, Fell?" Ragnor could hear the smugness in Camille's tone.

"Not yet, beautiful." He retorted and for the first time in years, Camille laughed at his desperate attempt at flirting.

Magnus's head shot directly at Ragnor, who stared back at him. "Did you drug her, Ragnor?"

"No, did Alexander give her some sort of weird fruit like they do in movies and books?" He asked, looking concerned. "Perhaps a special kind of cocktail."

The two men peered at Camille, who stopped giggling. Magnus reached over and poked her, "Cam, you okay?"

She burst into belly laughs, throwing her head back as tears streamed down her cheeks. Magnus and Ragnor were silent for a moment before they copied her. Laughter echoed around the room for minutes before they could calm themselves down.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this trip," Ragnor said and Camille nodded in agreement.

"Me too," Magnus reached up and linked his hands with his friends'.

Alec changed into a buttoned up shirt, his body tired and ready for sleep. His band rehearsal ran late because they were working on the harmonies. This meant that by the time he arrived home, it was quarter to seven and he had no time for a shower. He hurried out of his room and down the hallway, rushing get to the main dining room in-time.

Soon, the double doors came into view and one of the staff members smiled at him, "just in time, Sir."

Alec strode inside, seeing his Father seated at the head of the table, Maryse to his left and Max to his right. Jace was seated beside Maryse, while the chairs next to Max were empty. The young teenager looked up when Alec entered, and a grin broke across his face. He got to his feet, running to his brother and cheering, "Alec."

Alec opened his arms and hugged Max tightly, "hey little man, how's it been?"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Alec. You don't need to call me that. I am thirteen, after all." Max still held onto Alec, who chuckled.

"How could I forget?" He teased, "you might be a teenager, but still my baby brother, so therefore, you'll always be my little man."

"You're an idiot," Max rolled his eyes.

"Language Maxwell," Maryse reminded him sharply. "Come sit down, you two. Where is Isabelle?"

"Probably getting dressed into something you hate and purposefully running late," Max replied brusquely and Jace and Alec had to hide their laughter. They forgot how blunt their little brother could be.

"Max," Robert cautioned, shaking his head at the boy.

Izzy then strutted inside, dressed in a short red dress with a low-cut neckline that dipped past her breasts. Her brothers gaped at her, Robert's eyebrows rose higher than Alec thought he'd ever seen them before. Maryse's lips turned into a thin line.

"Sorry I'm late, got caught up texting Aline," she clarified half-heartedly when she saw that they were all staring. Alec saw Jace bit his lip in an attempt to hold in his laughter. His eyes were shut and cheeks were going red.

"What are you wearing, Isabelle?" She scorned, watching as Isabelle sauntered inside and sat beside Alec.

"Just little something I bought last time I was in Paris. I was going to wear it for Meliorn, but then we broke up." Isabelle smirked at Maryse, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. "Instead of which, I thought tonight would be the perfect time to showcase it."

"Gosh girl, you look like a wanton whore." Maryse scoffed, eyes narrowed.

"Language Mum," Max prompted her right when Alec took a sip of his drink.

He choked on the water, coughing and spluttering as Jace struggled to hold his own laughter in even more so than before. His body was shaking and hands were clenched into fists. Max began to pour himself some iced water, keeping his expression calm. Alec couldn't help but wonder whether Max would become the next big actor.

"Jez Mum, that's the nicest thing I think you've ever said to me." Isabelle smiled sweetly, albeit her smile was also very fake. "Hey Max, I've missed you."

Max snickered, happy to see someone rile up their mother. "I missed you too, Izzy."

The dinner continued for another thirty minutes, everyone eating their salmon with some type of cuscus salad that Alec never had before. There was silence around the room, no one bothering to talk. Alec waited for his parents to calm down a little before he even contemplated bringing up the matter of his sexuality. Jace and Izzy sent him a mixture of looks throughout the meal, although Alec did his best to ignore them. Soon, when his dinner was finished, he cleared his throat.

"Mum, Dad, Max, there's something I need to tell you three." He began, his throat clogging up with nerves."

"What is it Alexander?" Robert inquired as he ate a forkful of the salad.

"The subject of the relationship between myself and Aline." He muttered, making his parents stiffen and stare at him.

"What of it, son?" Robert continued, seeing how Maryse wasn't up to talking unless it was to yell.

"It's non-existent, unless you count us as friends." Alec told them, licking his lips nervously.

"Then why on Earth did you bring it up, Alexander?" Maryse asked him taciturnly.

"Because there is something about my love life I need to tell you." Under the table, Izzy reached over and grabbed his hand supportively. "The reason Aline kissed me was so that I can definitely figure out my sexuality."

"What are you going on about now?" Maryse ridiculed, placing her knife and fork down.

"I'm gay." Alec spurted out, whitening as soon as he said it.

Mayrse, Robert and Max were silent and wide eyed. Jace smiled understandingly while Izzy looked ready to jump to his defence. Max was the first to speak up, "okay. Does this mean we can have dessert now?"

Alec gazed at his little brother until he realised what he was doing – making it casual in an attempt to make Robert and Maryse's reactions less important. Jace quickly joined in, "I second that."

"Me too," Izzy perked up, grinning happily.

"You're gay?" Maryse questioned emotionlessly, paying no attention to her other children. Her eyes were set on Alec and were hard and unforgiving.

"Yes Mum, I'm into men." Alec stated, seeing pride in his siblings' reactions.

"Dinner is over," Maryse declared, getting to her feet. "Max, go to bed."

"But Mum," he whined, backtracking when she spun around fiercely.

"Bed. Now." She screamed, eyes full of anger. Her eyes landed on Izzy and Jace, "you two can head to bed too."

"We're not kids, Mum. You can't tell us what to do." Jace argued angrily, whacking the dinner table with a closed fist.

Max scampered out of the room while Robert got to his feet, "Maryse, please. Calm down."

"I'm staying with Alec," Izzy declined, refusing to leave her brother's side.

"Silence Robert and keep your mouth shut for once, Isabelle." Mayrse snarled, facing Alec. "I am so disappointed in you, Alexander."

With that, she stalked out of the room in a fit, slamming the doors behind her. The four Lightwoods sat in silence, before Izzy murmured, "well, that could've gone better."

Robert stood up, walking to Alec's side and grabbing his shoulder, "I'll talk to her. Give her some time."

"Time isn't going to help her, Dad." Alec sighed, making his father frown.

"Maybe not, but sleep will help us all for now." Robert went to leave, but he paused at the door. "I must say that I don't entirely understand, but I'm sure that I can learn to accept it."

He left the room in silence, following after his wife. Alec slouched in his chair, Jace and Izzy immediately wrapping him up in their arms.

Aline knocked on the door, bobbing apprehensively on the spot and checking that no one had recognised her. The door opened and a young boy, looking around twelve, stood in the doorway. He eyed her, "hi."

"Hi, I'm Aline. I was just wondering whether Helen is here?" Aline queried, watching as the boy's eyes narrowed.

"I know you. My best friend adores you." He informed Aline, who smiled.

"That's sweet," she replied, trying to see around the boy.

"Julian, who is it?" That was her.

Aline watched as Helen came down a staircase that was in the hallway behind the boy. She was dressed in loose printed pants that were covered in a floral pattern and a black tank top. Her golden hair was out and in loose curls, although random pieces were braided and pinned back. She reminded Aline of a hipster fairy.

Helen's eyes landed on Aline and she stopped. Aline smiled guiltily, "hey Helen."

"Aline? What are you doing here? How did you even find out where I was staying?" Helen questioned, leaping down the final two steps and moving to Julian's side.

"I texted Isabelle and she told me. I need to talk to you," Aline insisted, seeing Helen's cautious look. "Please Helen, listen to me."

Helen bit her lip before she turned to Julian, "go check on Tavvy, Jules."

Julian looked between the two women and nodded, walking up the stairs and out of sight. Helen grabbed a black jacket from a coat stand next to the door. She pulled it on quickly, zipping it up hurriedly. She then pushed Aline aside and stepped outside, shutting the front door behind them.

Aline raised an eyebrow inquisitively and Helen whispered, "it's for privacy. Otherwise all of them will be listening upstairs."

"All of them?" Aline asked, only hearing of Julian and Tavvy.

"I have four younger half-siblings," Helen elucidated. "There's six of us all up."

"Damn, Christmas must be a busy time for you." Aline joked, and Helen gave her a weak smile. "Look Helen, I need to apologise about the whole Alec debacle. What you saw wasn't what it looked like."

"What exactly was it then, Aline? It looked pretty serious." Helen responded softly.

"It was a lesbian helping a man decide that he definitely was gay." Aline said simply, staring Helen in the eye.

"Are you being serious?" Helen uttered, and Aline nodded. "Alexander is definitely gay?"

"And very into Magnus," Aline expanded on. "Which is why he's currently in London, with Magnus staying in one of the finest hotels. Magnus is unaware that at Alec's concert, Alec will sing a song about him and announce to the world that he's gay. He's coming out to show Magnus how he really feels."

"Did you have to kiss him though? I mean…you could've just hugged or something." Helen kidded lightly.

Aline hooted, "it's me, babe. You've known me for a few days and yet you've seen how I am not one to half-ass things. I just didn't plan for the paps to be spying on us. I would've told you, I swear. It was honestly just a friend helping out a friend."

"If I forgive you, no more friend helping out a friend business, understood?" Helen ordered, making Aline grin.

"Completely understood. I swear I won't do it again." She bounced on the spot.

"Good, now that we've settled that matter, there's another one I need to do." Helen bounded forward yanked Aline towards her, wrapping her arms around the girl as their lips crashed together.

The kiss was warm and Aline could taste cherry lip balm on Helen's gentle lips. She automatically enclosed Helen's waist with her arms, delighted when Helen stood on up on the tips of her toes, so that they were the same height, and winded her arms around Aline's neck. Soon, Aline's tongue touched Helen's lips, begging for entrance. Helen complied and their tongues probed each other's mouths. They pulled apart when they heard cheering and both of them turned around to see Helen's family clapping and laughing as they watched them through the windows at the front of the house.

Helen groaned, going bright red. "I should've realised it was too quiet."

"Let's give them a show, hey?" Aline said before pulling Helen back into her arms and kissing her again.

The door opened and Julian stood there, although Aline and Helen ignored him. He cleared his throat, "okay, that's enough. Seriously. I'm glad you've made up but we don't need to see that."

A girl called out, "leave them alone, Jules. Let them be romantic."

"Be quiet, Dru." Jules retorted, sticking his tongue out and turning back to Helen and Aline who were now staring at him. "Ah, you've stopped."

"God, sometimes siblings are so annoying," Helen muttered, although she was still smiling.

And Helen and Aline are all good! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I have a feeling some of you might like what happens in the next ;) Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

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