How the Stars Shine Chapter 3: Call Me, a mortal instruments fanfic

Sorry for not getting this out sooner. I had soccer and school work and extra activities to get ready for…. so the end of eighth grade is surprisingly hectic.

I hope ya'll like this chapter because I feel really bad for not writing it faster. If you chillens have any ideas you'd be willing to share I'd be happy to be the taker of your sharing since I suck at filler chapters…

Disclaimer: Magnus and Alec are owned be each other – not me.
(Song by [1] Orla Gartland and [2] Carly Rae Jepsen)

Go forth and readeth my children!

What is your name?
I'm not asking to make awkward conversation,
I just genuinely want to know you better.

Where do you live?
I'm not asking to be a stalker,
I just want to send you anonymous love letters.

What time do you get up everyday?
Do you sleep in, sleep in til the early afternoon,
Get up at 7am catch the kids cartoons?

Do you get scared of big dogs or heights
Monsters under the bed
Rooms with no lights

All these things and more
Gotta take them on before I take you on as mine and

All the little details might not matter to no-one else
But i genuinely care, how often do you wash your hair?
All the little details might slip past the minds of
People who are mean
But i really wanna know,
Are you everything that you seem?

What is your favourite food?
And what is your number, or would asking that be rude?

Do you walk 'round in slippers or socks in your house
When no one's there,
And do you like your steak,
Medium or rare?

All these things and more
Gotta take them on before I take you on as mine and

All the little details might not matter to no-one else
But i genuinely care, are you afraid of bears like me?
All the little details might slip past the minds of
People who are mean
But i really wanna know,
Are you everything that you seem?

Favourite colour,
Favourite season,
Favourite number,
And the reason
You're still standing here listening to me

Cause you've stuck around 'til question 23,
So i wanted to know,
Do you have any questions for me?

All the little details
All the little details
All the little, all the little

I want to know them all
No detail, no detail is too big or too small
All the little detials

All the Little Details- By Alec Lightwood

It turned out that the game Magnus wanted to play was a question game. If he asked me a question and I answered it, he had to give some sort of legitimate answer to mine.

"I'll go first," he said all bubbly, "What the hell were you doing walking around in the cold at two in the morning?"

"Well Jace and Izzy had been pestering me about going to some ridiculous club and I didn't really want to go. Actually, I never really want to go. I don't usually have the best times at parties." I felt childish saying this because every person on the planet knows that Magnus Bane throws the biggest and wildest parties any star has ever seen.

He smirked at me in a way that made the gold in his eyes gleam. "If that's so I am taking you to one of my parties and following you around to make sure you have a good time." I blushed from the tone he used and the thought of him staying with me all night at one of his own parties just to ensure that I had a good time while he smiled triumphantly.

"What about you? What were you doing outside?" I asked quickly.

He sat back nonchalantly. "Couldn't sleep so I took a walk. Favorite color?" He averted the attention back to me just as fast as I'd shucked it off only a second ago.

"Green. Favorite season?"

"Well definitely not winter, so autumn I suppose."

It went on like this for a while. I learned that his favorite movie was Legally Blonde (?), he has a passion for Chinese food, loves road trips, has a scar on his left knee from falling out of a tree when he was eight and he goes through a gallon of sparkles every week.

He discovered that I hate drive in movies, love cookie dough ice cream, am a total book worm, have a deathly fear of spiders and I refuse to go into hospitals – I thanked God that he didn't ask more questions about that one.

"Music?" I asked, instantly feeling awkward because he and I write most of today's popular music. I was waiting for him to say something like Metallica or Tokio Hotel, but I was pleasantly surprised when he replied-

"Yours, of course."

Holy hell. "You like my music?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

I shrugged, feeling the heat rushing to my cheeks. "I just thought it was too…"

"Too what?"

"I dunno, sappy? With the fact that all of my fans seem to be teenage girls, I tend to think that other artists – those who actually write good music – are not swayed in my direction." I looked down at my hands after admitting to the embarrassing fact.

"You have no idea, do you?" he mused, gazing at me with soft eyes.

"No idea about what?" I cringed inwardly at hearing the breathiness of my own voice. I sound like one of my fangirls. *shiver*

"About how amazing you are." I couldn't have held off the blush if I'd tried. Now I really looked down at my hands.

"I'm not half as amazing as all the other musicians out there. I mean there's Evanescence, Coldplay, FUN…. you."

He chuckled, a sound that made my cheeks grow ever hotter, and he stood up gracefully. "You are too kind, darling." He leaned over me with a smile, his face so close to mine that I could feel the soft caress of his sweet breathe on my face. His fingers came up to tuck a loose strand of my dark hair behind my ear but he didn't pull away right after. My heart sped up as his cat-like green eyes peered into my blue ones.

When his fingers left my skin and he moved away from me, I couldn't help but feel terribly disappointed. He turned to grab the two empty mugs from the coffee table and then back to tap my nose with his pointer finger. "I'll be right back, blue eyes." Then he had disappeared into the kitchen.

I sat there with my heart pounding. I had thought – just for a second – that he was going to kiss me. I let out a breath I'd had no idea I'd been holding and I relaxed into the back of the couch. I focused on my breathing as I took in the fact that I was actually here – in his house, on his couch, having him pay attention to me.

The bright green materials of the cushions beneath me were warm and smelt like Magnus – vanilla with the faintest hint of caramel. It was sweet, and entirely soothing. Since it was getting close to probably being four in the morning, I suppose it felt so comfortable that it started to lull me to sleep.

It couldn't hurt to just close my eyes for a second…

When I walked back into the living room, the sight I was greeted with made me chuckle.

Alexander had fallen asleep with his head resting against the arm of the couch and black hair falling over his eyes. His sleeping face was so much cuter than I could have ever imagined. Rose lips were slightly parted, letting out synchronized breathes, and his body was curled up under him, trying to conserve the warmth he had.

As I made my way to him, I plucked a fleece blanket off the back of a chair and then expertly placed it around Alec's sleeping form. I swept back his bangs so I could see more of the milky pale skin and I let my knuckles trail down his cheek. I reveled in his peaceful expression as my fingers lingered on his beautiful face. I couldn't resist placing a kiss above his right eye – lightly so I wouldn't wake him – before I made myself go back to my spot on the other end of the couch.

Of course he'd crashed; it'd only been a matter of time.

From what I'd gathered, he had just traveled back from California, then escaped his siblings by taking an extensive walk, and bumped into me leading into an hour of conversation. Since the combined effort of traveling long distances and walking at early hours of the morning hadn't made him keel over from exhaustion, meeting up with me certainly had. I suspect that I have that cup of coffee to thank for him making it through that. I had to remind myself that he was only 17 and still considered a child.

I propped up my head against my hand and I simply watched the gorgeous boy's chest rise and fall with each breath. I don't really know how long I stayed there, and I know I would've been content sitting there even longer, but my own exhaustion started to catch up with me and I soon joined Alexander in the wonderful darkness.

~HSS~

As soon as I opened my eyes I was pleased to see the cute teen still slumbering across from me. Light streamed in from the window, coating us in bright sunshine and making Alec's hair gleam. I checked my phone and saw that it was seven – meaning we'd only slept for three hours. I sat up, stretching my arms above my head, when I felt Alec shift and saw his cerulean eyes crack open. The blanket glided off his shoulders as he straightened up looking as though sleep hadn't fully left him yet. I swooned when he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles like a little kid.

"Good morning, darling," I said softly when he caught me staring at him. He looked around for a moment to take in his surrounding – blatant confusion dancing in his bleary eyes. Slowly he realized where he was and who he was with.

"Oh God!" he gasped, a hand flying to his mouth. "I fell asleep, didn't I? I'm so sorry!"

I chuckled immediately. He actually believed I minded that he fell asleep – which enabled me to see him in possibly the cutest way ever?

"Don't give it another thought, blue eyes. I quite enjoyed the view." The blush I was beginning to thrive on appeared on his cheeks.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Around seven."

"Seven?" His eyes got huge as he practically shouted this and he scrambled off the couch. "Shit!"

I followed him up and asked out of my sudden surprise, "What?"

"My mother is probably ready to skewer me on a stick!"

Oh right. I hadn't even thought that his parents might want to know where he was. Again, I had to tell myself that he was still underage and his mother and father were not six feet under; plus he had siblings – I was aware after last night that he had three – meaning that not only two but five people were probably wondering where the hell he was and why he wasn't home. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to invite him over here at two in the fucking morning…

"Wait a second, angel face!" I said before he could run out the door in a huff. I quickly wrote my number on a sticky note and went over to a very worried looking Alec standing by the open door.

"Wha-,"

"Just," I said before he could voice his question, "call me." I smiled coyly as I slipped the pink paper into his back pocket.

His eyes widened a smidgen and he looked at me with a stunned expression before answering in the shiest voice I've ever heard. "Okay." He was off after that, sprinting across the wet pavement.

Once he was too far out of sight, I closed the door, feeling like a giddy school girl who'd just spoken to her crush for the first time. I practically skipped up the steps with the biggest grin on my face.

"So how did you like him, Chairman?" I asked as I scooped my cat up off the floor and held him out in front of me.

"Meow."

"Yeah. I like him too. Just don't go getting any ideas; I already called dibs, remember?"

"Meow."

I continued the simulating conversation with the small animal as I walked to my bedroom for some much deserved sleep.

I do hope I have dreams of a certain blue eyed boy.

I raced across the sidewalk and down the winding streets as soon as I'd bolted from Magnus' place. I decided immediately that I would push all thoughts of the amazing, sexy man that had just freaking asked me to call him to the back of my mind and focus first on not getting killed by my mom. I would squeal like a little girl in the privacy of my room later.

I pulled out my phone and groaned aloud when I saw that I had six missed calls and eleven unread text messages. All the phone calls were from my mom but half of the texts were from my sibs wondering where I had run off to and where the heck was I at three in the morning. I tried listening to the voicemails my mom left for me – it was actually quite scary since every one was some kind of threat – and they sounded just about how I thought they would.

Alec, where are you? I thought I said to take your phone with you?

Alexander, you need to pick up your phone right now or I will give you up to your brother and sister next time!

Alexander Gideon Lightwood when you get home I am going to personally make sure that you never leave again!

And so on. I grimaced as I pressed the speed dial and called my mother.

"Alexander! Where in the world are you! Why weren't you picking up your phone?"

"Sorry mom, I lost track of time and I-,"

"Alexander you have no idea how worried I was! You should've picked up your phone!"

"I know but I'm okay. I was at-,"

"You know when I tell you to have your phone I mean to have the ringer on as well! Where in the world wer-,"

"MOM! I was at Magnus Bane's!" I finally found something that would shut her up. She stayed shut up for a good fifteen seconds and I started to get worried because usually silence means you're about to get blown up at in my house.

"Mom?"

"Just get home so you can tell me all about this. Alright Alexander?"

I sighed with relief since she sounded calm now. "Course mom, I'm on my way right now." I slowed down to a jog when she said goodbye and hung up. I wondered if she would tell Jace and Izzy… Oh God.

She probably would; and when I got home I was probably going to get bombarded with questions. And then Izzy would get her turn at it. Shit.

I threw a wish in the well,
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
and now you're in my way

I trade my soul for a wish,
pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this,
but now you're in my way

Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?