I opened my eyes and looked around the room, unsure of where I was. I lay still for a minute before I became aware of a chest of hard muscle under my cheek and the events of last night came flooding back to me.
I felt Jace wriggle beneath me as he came to and I turned my head to look up at him. "Hey, beautiful," he said, looking at me through his golden eyelashes. "Hey," I said gently as Jace softly kissed my forehead.
"I'm going to go get some breakfast," I told Jace, sitting up and moving my hair to the right side of my neck. "You coming?" "Just five more minutes," he groaned, pulling me back down on top of him and kissing the now exposed part of my neck.
I brought his face up to mine and we lay together for a few minutes before I insisted, "C'mon, Jace, let's go." He hmphed and stood up, grabbed a t-shirt and followed me out of the room, putting it on.
"Clary!" Isabelle screeched at me as soon as I walked into the kitchen. Startled, I started to respond but was cut off. "I've been looking for you all morning! You weren't in bed, I couldn't find you and your phone was here so I couldn't contact you! Where the hell were you?" she screamed at me. "I'm sorry, Izzy. I was in Jace's room," I said sheepishly. I'd completely forgotten about Izzy. I turned around to look at Jace and he smiled at me reassuringly and placed his hand in the small of my back.
"In Jace's room? Wait, you two didn't…?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "No, we didn't," Jace confirmed. "She just slept in my bed." I blushed and Isabelle grabbed my arm, dragging me away from Jace. I looked back as we walked and noticed Alec winking at Jace. Boys.
"Clary!" Isabelle hissed. "I thought you were over him? I can't believe he's stringing you along like this!" "Izzy, he's not stringing me along! He wants to go for it," I explained excitedly. "Go for what?" Isabelle asked, furrowing her eyebrows together. "Us! A relationship!" "Oh! Congratulations! Just, you know…be careful?" Isabelle warned. I nodded and walked back over.
"You okay?" Jace whispered in my ear when I reached him. "Yeah, I'm fine," I told him and wrapped my arms around his body. "Who wants pancakes?" Maryse's voice rang from the stairs and Jace and I sprung apart. I walked over to the breakfast bar and sat in between Izzy and Jace.
While we ate, Izzy kept looking suspiciously to Jace and I and at the hand he had on my thigh. "I'm going to go get changed," I excused myself, walking over to put my plate in the sink. "Me too," Jace said, following me out of the room.
"Hey, babe," Jace called after me in the hall, trying to get my attention. "Do you want to go out with me today?" he asked once I had turned around. "I would love that…but you realise we can't actually go out in public?" I said sadly. "I know, we can go to my apartment. I'll cook for you," he offered. "Sounds great," I said, standing on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek.
After Jace and I had both got changed, we said goodbye to Izzy and Alec and Jace drove me to his house. Luckily, Maryse and Robert, Izzy's dad, left before us so we didn't have to deal with any awkward encounters.
Jace lived in a fairly large, modern apartment in the middle of the city. It had large floor-to-ceiling windows and plain furniture in varying shades of white, grey and black. "It's simple," he told me. "But that's how I like it." "It's lovely," I said while walking around. "I'm glad you think so," he said, sitting down on the white sofa.
"Really? Why's that?" I asked, smirking. "Well, because your opinion matters to me. And, I hope you'll be spending a lot of time here so it'd be nice if you liked it," he said, smiling at me. "I hope so, too," I told Jace and sat beside him.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and flicked through the channels on the tv. "How about that?" I asked, pointing at the screen. "The Notebook'? You're not being serious, Fray," he said, pouting. "I'm being deadly serious," I told him but he just stuck his tongue out at me and moved on.
Eventually, we agreed to watch the first 'Harry Potter' movie. And then the second. And then the third. "Jace, I'm hungry. Where's this dinner you promised me?" I teased as the credits for 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' played across the screen.
"I'm going. I'm going," he muttered. "Do you need any help?" I yelled from the living room. "No, I'm perfectly capable!" he yelled back so I continued watching Harry Potter.
Eventually, Jace came into the living room with a napkin over one arm as if he were a waiter. "M'lady, your table awaits," he told me in a posh accent. I giggled and followed him into the kitchen where he had placed candles and two covered plates on the table. I sat down and he lifted the cover while saying, "Bon appétit!"
"Pizza?" I asked, giggling. "Homemade pizza, my love," Jace corrected me. "You're such a goof," I laughed before biting into my pizza. It was actually really good, though I'd just had pizza yesterday. "I am not a goof! I am a sexy stud, I'll have you know," he stated, playing mock offended. "Well, that too. But I love that you're a goof."
"So, how's my creation?" Jace said, gesturing at my pizza after I'd had a few slices. "It's actually really delicious!" I said cheerily. "Why are you surprised? I'm an excellent cook," he said, smirking. "Mmhmm we'll see about that."
Wow this was my shortest chapter yet. I'm sorry.
DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own 'Harry Potter' or 'The Notebook' just like I don't own these characters. I only own the plot.
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