Magnus PoV
I stared across our usual lunch table, lost in thought. I wasn't staring into space, though, no. I was staring at my best friend, Alexander Lightwood. I admired the delicate curve of his nose, his to-die-for long eyelashes, his angelically pale complexion, his gorgeously messy black hair, and his beautiful blue eyes, bright with happiness and laughter as he laughed at a joke his adoptive brother, Jace, had made. My insides flared with jealousy and suddenly I wanted to rip Jace to pieces…nothing changes.
The thing was, you see, I was hopelessly in love with my best friend, who, might I add, was so far in the closet he had bypassed Narnia a long time ago. Of course, our little group of friends knew, but apart from that, nobody did. And he was completely oblivious to it – the only one who was, actually. Every single person in our group of friends (Isabelle, Clary, Simon, Jace, Tessa, Will and Jem) knew how I felt about Alec; they had all figured out one way or another, and now looked at me with that horrible look of sympathy clear on their faces that I hated so much. Well, except Simon. He never noticed anything.
I sighed angrily. Sometimes I wondered if they could make it any more obvious – but no, Alec was blissfully oblivious, as always. I tried to actually listen into the conversation to distract myself.
"…yeah, yeah, okay, I get that," Clary was saying, laughing.
"Okay, so who here has the best … hair?" Izzy said.
"Magnus." Said Alec without hesitation, popping a grape into his mouth. Then he realised everyone was staring at him and he stopped chewing. "What?"
Tessa giggled, and I looked down to hide my smile. It felt like there were butterflies ricocheting around my stomach. It was pitiful, really, that someone could reduce me to this after just one compliment.
"Oh, just the way you said it. As if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world." Said Jace, smirking.
"Well, it kind of is." Alec replied, waving a hand at my hair, which was currently spiked up into blue spikes. Not that that had anything to do with Alec's eyes. Heh heh…
"I agree!" I proclaimed, covering my emotions with my confident mask, like I always do. "Thank you, Alec." I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I got lost in how his smile made him look even more gorgeous, and how I had contributed to making him smile that smile, and-
Jem kicked me under the table. He had that look, you're staring at him again. My friends tended to give me that look a lot … whoops. Little did I know that a certain someone had been kicked by his sister at the other end of the table, and for exactly the same reason as I had.
"Right, okay, let's do another one!" Said Clary, "how about …"
"Eyes?" Suggested Izzy, "innocently" looking at me. That little bitch; she knew how much I loved Alec's eyes. Well, now's my move …
"Oh, come on, that's easy," I said, feigning nonchalance.
"It is?" Alec asked, curiously, "Who?" He really had no idea …
"Yours." I answered, looking him straight in the eye. He looked surprised for a moment, then a faint blushed rose in his cheeks. Must just be the surprise, I thought.
"Oh. Really? I don't think …"
"Are you serious?" I interrupted, "those things are frickin' gorgeous," still trying to be nonchalant … "there're, like a million different shades of blue in there." Oh God, am I overdoing it? I hope I'm not overdoing it …
"Excuse me," Will piped up, "My eyes are practically the same as Alec's, so you're saying mine are the nicest too." He smiled smugly and Alec laughed. "That's true." He said. I just shrugged.
"Is this just a game where Alec and Magnus complement each other's looks as much as they possibly can?" Asked Simon, looking genuinely confused. Alec looked startled, and I tried hard to keep my casual mask up, whilst on the inside I was exploding with rainbows and lollipops and fucking fluorescent butterflies and shit. God.
"Yeah, I think that's what this has turned into." Jace teased, smirking. I swear he didn't know any other facial expression sometimes. Now Alec was full on blushing. "Um … I …" He seemed lost for words. Was that good? I thought anxiously.
"Well, if that's a suggestion, I'm all for it," I grinned at Alec. I could literally feel Jace rolling his eyes.
"Alright, you guys, stop flirting!" Izzy said, sounding like she was barely keeping her laughter under control. Alec glared at her. "We're just friends, Izzy. Nothing more."
The butterflies and lollipops and rainbows disappeared, leaving in their place lots of little pins and sharp edges stabbing at me, plaguing me with the truth. Like really intense pins and needles. Except a hundred fucking times worse. And then there were those looks again … God, I really fucking hated those looks. That look of sympathy like they understood ... but they didn't. I suddenly stood up, mumbling something about unfinished homework and swiftly walked out of the lunch room.
Alec PoV
I watched Magnus walk away, confused. What did I do?
"Did I do something…?" I asked, looking at my friends. Izzy sighed. "No, it's not … it's not you."
"Then what is it?" I hated it when Magnus was upset, and I wanted to personally pummel the person who had made him upset every time.
Nobody answered my question. "Well, if none of you are going to answer my question, then I'll go find out for myself." I stood, ignoring my friends' feeble protests, and walked out into the corridor.
Magnus had said he was going to do homework, so … the library? I walked in that direction and when I arrived I almost thought Magnus wasn't there, but then, on closer inspection, I realised that he was in the corner furthest from the door, tucked away. He had a book out on front of him, and it looked like he was absorbed in whatever he was doing in it. I walked over to him and looked over his shoulder – and saw that he wasn't doing homework, but drawing. I knew that Magnus was good at drawing, but not that good … I watched for what seemed like hours as Magnus drew a face … a face which looked strangely familiar as it took shape, the only colour in it the blue of its eyes, shining in a very life-like way, holding too many shades of blue to count. Hang on … was that…?
I let out a little gasp as I realised who Magnus was drawing, and Magnus immediately rumpled the paper up and flung it across the table.
"What was that for?" I exclaimed a little too loudly, and rushed across the table, smoothing the drawing out. Wow. "This is amazing."
Magnus looked slightly embarrassed. "What, you're not freaked out that I was drawing you? Or that I remember your face in so much detail that I can draw it just from memory?"
"I …" I hadn't really thought about it like that, but now that I did … I got a warm, pleased feeling inside, and I found myself smiling. "No, not really."
Magnus still looked slightly suspicious. I decided to brush it off, and sat down next to him, our shoulders almost touching. I felt him stiffen, and felt slightly hurt.
"So … do you need any help with the homework?" I asked, breaking the silence. Magnus looked confused. "What homework?"
"When you left you said you needed to finish some homework …" I trailed off.
"Oh! That," Magnus looked slightly embarrassed, "um, I finished it."
"Oh." There was a silence. I wondered if I had done something and Magnus's excuse to leave our table was actually just that – an excuse. I racked my brain to try to remember anything that could have hurt Magnus, but I couldn't find anything at all. Suddenly Magnus's voice interrupted my reverie.
"What are you wearing tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was the 31st of October, Halloween. In our school, Halloween was a really big thing – we would get a day off lessons to have weird, put-a-spin-on competitions between houses, and, best of all, everyone would wear a costume. You got the people who still wore ghost outfits and stuff like that, but then there were the ones who were great with makeup and actually out a lot of effort into their costume. Izzy and Magnus fell into that category most years. I didn't.
But this year I actually had an idea of what I wanted to be; I had recently read a book called The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones By Cassandra Clare. Okay, who am I kidding; I read the whole series in about two weeks and am currently on the prequel series. I like reading, okay? Anyway, the point is, most of the main characters are these things called Shadowhunters, and they are seriously awesome. I explained this to Izzy and she said she was up for it, so …
"Um … do you remember that book I recommended to you?" I asked Magnus hesitantly. He laughed. "You mean that book you kept pestering me about until I read it?"
"Shut up." I punched his shoulder lightly, "It's a great book! Anyway, I was thinking of going as, um – don't laugh – a Shadowhunter."
Magnus looked lost in thought for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. "That," he said triumphantly, "is the best idea you've had for a long time."
"You think it'll work?" I tried to reign in my excitement. Why am I so excited about one person liking my idea? I didn't get this happy when Izzy agreed … that's because this is Magnus, dumbass, a little voice in my head said.
"Definitely. You'd totally suit the badass Shadowhunter look, with your hair and skin … you'd look sexy."
My heart quickened, and I blushed. Damn you, pale skin …
"Uh, thanks." I tried not to smile widely. Magnus thinks I'll look sexy! I chanted over and over again in my head. Wait, why am I thinking this again …? I tried to think of something else to take my mind off what Magnus had just said …
"What are you going as?" I asked.
"A cat." Magnus replied simply. I frowned. That doesn't sound like his usual style …
"Trust me; it's going to be better than it sounds." Magnus said, with a knowing smile. I found myself smiling back.
"So, are you coming tonight?" I asked. Tonight everyone was coming to mine, Izzy's and Jace's house. Jace had hinted that there would be alcohol, but I intended to stop that before it got out of hand. Like I always had to.
"Yep! We're going to have a lot of fun." He grinned mischievously, and I felt there was supposed to be a different meaning than the most obvious one hidden in what he had said. I found myself blushing. Again. Darn.
The bell rang. I hitched my bag onto my shoulder. "What have you got next?" Magnus asked. I looked at my timetable quickly before saying, "English. You?" He grinned. "English."
He started to walk out of the library. It was then that I noticed the drawing of me still on the table. I quickly picked it up and shoved it as carefully as I could in my bag. "Coming?" Magnus called, from his position almost to the door. I hurried after him.
I walked with Alec and Jem, who I had my last class with, to Alec's car. Jace, Izzy and Simon were already there, waiting. We waited a few more minutes for Clary, Will and Tessa, and then we were all piling into the car, Jace shouting "I shotgun driving!" Everybody groaned – Jace's driving was horrible. But, on this particular journey, I didn't mind, as I had a very big distraction … the car was too small for a seat each, so some people had to sit on others' laps. And guess who was sitting on mine ..!
Simon! Kidding. Jeez... Ew.
Alec sat down on my lap and threw an arm around my neck. We had been friends long enough for this not to be awkward, but I felt my heartbeat speed up in reaction to Alec's warm body pressed against me. Needless to say, Alec misinterpreted this, and said "whoa, your heartbeat is really fast! It's alright, Jace's driving isn't that bad."
Everybody heard.
Will and Jace smirked; Jem and Clary smiled sympathetically; Izzy and Tessa giggled, and Simon was too absorbed in a game on his 3DSXL to notice.
Alec seemed confused by these reactions. "What's so funny?" He did this adorable thing where he wrinkled his nose and tilted his head a little to the side when he was confused. It was all I could do to not kiss him right there.
"Oh, nothing at all," mocked Will, "I assure you, Magnus, Jace's driving isn't at all that bad." He smiled sarcastically. I shot him a look.
"O-kaay…" Alec said, clearly still confused.
I spent the rest of the ride to his house trying not to have a heart attack. One time, we went over a bump and my hand … accidentally … slid a little bit up Alec's shirt. He was texting someone at this time, and his thumb slipped on the keyboard, spelling nonsense words. His breath hitched, and I could've sworn I saw his eyes flutter closed.
"Sorry." I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. I made sure to trail my fingers over his back before sliding them, as slowly as I could, out from under his shirt. He shivered.
I internally did the conga. This is progress, right? The only person who saw the scene was Izzy, who gave me the thumbs up when Alec wasn't looking.
We were all seated in the Lightwoods' library; there were four sofas and a fireplace which made a sort of circle. I sat down on the sofa which was on the immediate right of the fireplace; I was a guest here too often to think about being polite. This was like a second home to me.
Jace, Clary and Will sat on the immediate left of the fireplace, (Jace and Clary considerably closer to each other than Will was to them) Izzy and Simon sat on the sofa next to theirs, and Jem and Tessa sat on the sofa to the left of mine. I had a feeling that these seating arrangements were planned beforehand.
"What, no one wants to sit next to Magnus?" Alec joked, laughing as he came into the room last. I placed a hand on my heart and said joked, "I couldn't believe it either! I feel betrayed!"
Alec laughed again and sat down next to me, leaning back against the back of the sofa and stretching, causing his shirt to come up a little and reveal a small strip of skin. My heart sped up and I forced myself to look away, clearing my throat.
"So," said Izzy, breaking the awkward silence, "who wants to go first?"
We had decided to play truth or dare, because … well, who doesn't when you've got eight people to play with?
"I will!" Said Will, "hmmm…. Jem. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Jem answered without hesitation.
"Who, in your opinion, is the most attractive person in the room?"
Jem suspiciously narrowed his eyes a little at Will, but everybody knew that he wouldn't refuse; Jem really wasn't the type of guy to do that. "Tessa." He answered slowly. Tessa blushed a little but otherwise looked unruffled. Will, on the other hand, looked completely blank, like he always did when he was trying to hide some emotion.
"Uh … your turn to ask someone, Jem." Said Alec. Aww, that was so cute. Always trying to keep the atmosphere happy …
"Magnus, truth or dare." Said Jem.
"Oh, um … dare." I replied, grinning.
"Take a piece of clothing off each time someone picks truth."
"Piece of cake." I said, still smiling, "alright, my turn … um, Izzy. Truth or dare?"
"Truth!" She said, grinning mischievously. I sighed and took my socks off, as I had already taken off my shoes. "Um … how many people have you kissed?" I asked. I was actually curious about this one. Simon looked interested too …
"Six." She answered without batting an eyelid.
"Only six?" asked Simon incredulously.
"Only six?" Repeated Jace in the same tone.
"That's too many!" Alec interrupted, his protective big brother side coming out. Aww, that's adorable …
"Oh, be quiet, Alec," Izzy said, "Truth or dare?" Alec looked startled for a minute, before saying, "Truth." Izzy looked pointedly at me, and, remembering my dare, I sighed and unbuttoned my school shirt, slipping it off my shoulders and placing it next to me. I turned and saw Alec staring at me, with a strange look in his eyes. …That's good … right?
I waved my hand over his eyes. "Aaa-leec?"
"Hm? What? Oh – oh right." He blushed and turned back to Izzy. "What – what was the truth again?"
Izzy giggled a little bit and then said, "Snog, Marry, Avoid: Simon, Will, Magnus."
"Definitely marry Magnus-"
"And why's that?" Asked Izzy, trying to supress her laughter. And she wasn't the only one … I wanted to leap into the air and laugh like a maniac and dance around on rainbows throwing glitter into the air … Alec would marry me! I settled for a small smile instead of this though, and waited for Alec to continue his truth.
"Um, I don't know …" Was he blushing? "I've, um … known him for the longest?" It came out as a question, and was obviously a lie. Izzy shrugged, motioning for him to carry on.
"Uh. I would probably … snog Will and avoid Simon. Not that I don't like you, Simon, but you're dating my sister. Sorry."
Seems legit.
"Okay, um … Jace, truth or dare?"
"Dare." He answered. His face clearly said: Bring it on, bitch. Alec smiled. His smile answered Jace's: Gladly. I felt like there was some kind of brother-war thing going on here.
"You know that park down the road from our house?" Alec started innocently.
"Yeah …" Jace was suspicious now.
"I dare you to go and feed the ducks. And by that, I don't chuck the bread from as far away as you can get. I mean get as close to them as you can."
Jace paled. Will looked sympathetic.
Jace mumbled something.
"What was that?" Alec asked.
Jace gritted his teeth. "I said, what's the forfeit?"
Alec faltered. "What is the forfeit?" He asked. Clary piped up, "usually it's that you have to take off one item of clothing."
I rolled my eyes. "Just because you want to see Jace shirtless." She gave me a look as if to say, Well, duh.
"Well, I'll take that forfeit." Said Jace, and took his shirt off. I glanced at Alec, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to Jace … in fact, when I looked at him, his eyes flicked away from me, as if he didn't want to be caught staring. I tried not to smile.
I zoned out for a few more turns until it came to Alec again. He picked dare, and was dared to … "kiss all the guys blindfolded and guess which one's which." Finished off Clary. Oh. Alec hesitated for a moment, then said, "but no one else other than Magnus is gay …"
"Actually, I'd rather to refer to myself as a "freewheeling bisexual"." I interrupted with a flourish. Alec laughed a little and smiled at me, rolling his eyes.
"It doesn't matter; it's a dare." Said Clary. Alec sighed. "Um, alright then. What will we use as a-"
"Got it!" I declared, whipping my blue scarf out of my bag. I told Alec to turn around, and then tied the scarf blindfold-style around his eyes, making sure to "accidentally" brush his face as much as I could in the process. I took his hand and guided him to the centre of the circle of sofas, trying to ignore to tingles his hand sent through my body. All the guys then got up and lined up in front of Alec, Simon first, then Jem, then Will, then Jace, then me. I watched as Simon leaned in and gave Alec the quickest kiss possible, then sat down again, rubbing his lips.
Alec wrinkled his nose, then said, "Simon."
"Ding ding ding ding ding! Correct!" Sang Izzy. Next Jem stepped forward and pressed his lips gently to Alec's before sitting down again. Alec seemed more uncertain this time. "Will…?"
Izzy made a sound which I think was supposed to sound like the buzzers on the X Factor, and declared "Wrong!"
"Damn it!" Said Alec, "Jem!"
"Correct!" Said Clary before Izzy could. Izzy glared at her. Will stepped forward and gave Alec a kiss much like Simon's, and Alec said, smiling, "that was Will."
"Mm-hmm." Said Izzy, "next!"
"Wait!" Said Alec. Everybody looked at his expectantly. "Whoever I get now, I'll know the other one straight away, because he'll be the only one left." There was silence.
"Well, shit." Said Clary. "We should've thought about that before. Oh well, just kiss them both then guess afterwards."
Alec nodded, and Jace stepped forward. I had to refrain from turning away as Jace carefully pressed his lips to Alec's. But Alec pulled away almost straight away. "Ew! Ew ew ew! That was disgusting! Like kissing my brother!" Alec scrubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. Jace looked slightly offended, but I was, needless to say, overjoyed.
"Alright, alright. You have one left." Said Tessa, laughing. I could've sworn I head Alec's breath catch. "Alright." He said shakily. I slowly walked up to him. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. I was about to kiss the love of my life … I wonder what he tastes like … just get on with it, Magnus!
I slowly leaned down, my head tilted slightly to the side, and kissed him.
It was everything I had dreamed it would be, and more. His lips just tasted like – Alec. Like comfort and home and safety and love. And with a shock I felt Alec responding, his lips moving in time with mine, his hands clutching my shoulders and pulling me closer. I grabbed onto his waist and pressed our bodies together.
And then the kiss ended. Alec's hands slid off of my shoulders and I felt coldness where they used to be. I took my hands off of his waist and stepped back a little bit. Alec cleared his throat.
"Um – that was Magnus." He said into the silence. When nobody answered, I felt the need to say: "Correct!" half-heartedly. I was still in shock. He had kissed me back. He. Had. Fucking. Kissed. Me. Back. And it was fricking amazing …
Suddenly Izzy squealed. "That was so cute!" Alec just sighed and said "Can I take this off now?" I realised he was referring to the blindfold. I quickly stepped over and reached behind his to untie it. "There." I said quietly, walking over to my bag to place the scarf back inside. I accidentally pressed a button on my phone (which was in my bag) in the process and the screen lit up, showing me that it was 11:30pm.
"Wow, it's quite late – I think I should be getting home." I announced. Everyone made sounds of protest, but I ignored them, hugging people goodbye. It was different when I hugged Alec this time, but I didn't know whether that was good or bad.
As I walked into the mainly empty halls of our school, I couldn't help but wonder, once again, what was going on between Alec and me. I had spent the most of the night before wondering what exactly had happened in that very life-changing game of truth or dare. I sighed. Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe things would just … carry on like normal. That thought hurt more than it should have.
I hoped, at least, that Alec would like my outfit. It was the 31st of October, and I was dressed as a cat – but not in the typical cat costume. I had sewn together some extremely tight leggings and another skin-tight long-sleeved top, all black, with fingerless black gloves and black knee-high boots, a tail, and cat ears. I had drawn cat whiskers on my face, messed my hair up artfully and put in these fucking awesome contact lenses to make my eyes look like a cat's. All in all, I think I pulled off the cute-but-sexy look pretty well. I just hoped Alec liked it … but then all coherent thought was stopped as the guy of my dreams walked through the door.
I had thought Alec would look sexy in his Shadowhunter outfit, but, damn gurrl … I was not expecting him to look this good. He wore a black leather jacket with a tight black t-shirt underneath (which showed off his chest nicely), tight-ish black leather trousers and black fingerless gloves like mine. On his feet he wore black boots with complicated-looking buckles and straps which reached about midway between his knee and ankle. I could see runes curling out from underneath his t-shirt, on his collarbone and neck … I couldn't help but wonder if he had marks elsewhere too … He was walking with his siblings but I didn't notice them. Everything around Alec was blurred and only he stood in focus. He wasn't hot, or sexy. He was fucking scorching hotter-than-the-pits-of-Tartarus burning sexy as Hell. Wait no, he was sexier than Hell. Whatever.
Alec PoV
Well, fuck. Now I knew what Magnus meant when he said his cat costume was going to be better than it sounded … the skin-tight clothes left very little to the imagination, and, to be honest, I liked it that way … and wow … those contact lenses really suited him. I was kind of surprised when his tail didn't start moving; the costume was so good. My feet moved of their own accord toward where Magnus was standing by his locker, staring at … me? His eyes showed desire and love. Shit. Is my brain muddled? Seems like it.
Suddenly Magnus grabbed my arms and pulled me into a nearby supply closet. I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, but found that I couldn't. Because another mouth was moving on mine.
I was stunned. Magnus is kissing me! I felt my lips move in time with his and he pressed me back into the wall. My heart beat faster at how our bodies were pressed together in all the right places… Then Magnus hitched my leg around his hip, and both our erections ground together. I moaned, a deep, sensual sound that I didn't know I was capable of making, and Magnus purred deep in his throat. We were a mess of lips and teeth and tongues and mangled breaths and heated moans. I grabbed onto Magnus's hair and pulled gently, making Magnus moan. Magnus played with the hem of my t-shirt before slipping his hands underneath and trailing his fingertips over my stomach. He pulled away just enough to say "I knew you worked out," before kissing me again, long and hard. Magnus pulled away again, moving his lips to my neck and biting softly, surely making a mark. I moaned loudly and rested my head against the wall behind me, giving Magnus easier access. My hands threaded themselves in Magnus's hair again. Magnus found his way back to my lips and kissed me again, more softly this time. He pressed another closed-mouthed kiss to my lips, and another, making them loving and safe, showing what he hadn't before. I sighed contentedly, making Magnus chuckle. He rested his forehead against mine.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for." He said breathlessly. I smiled, still playing with his hair.
"Then enlighten me." I teased. He tried to look exasperated – and failed.
"Well, you were kind of the reason I found out I was Bi …" He trailed off. I looked at him incredulously. "But you said you knew since you were eleven …you've wanted to do that since you were eleven years old? Jeez, Magnus!"
He laughed. "Well, maybe not that, exactly, but … I've wanted to be more than friends since around then. It was when I was about fifteen that I realised I was hopelessly in love."
I was awed. "With me?"
He snorted and rolled his eyes. "No, with Jace. Yes, with you, Alexander!"
I blushed, then smiled shyly. "I like it when you say my name." I whispered, leaning in to brush my lips across his. He smiled slowly. "Well, what's this?" He teased, "Is Alexander Lightwood trying to seduce me?" For an answer I slowly ground my hips against him, causing him to gasp, and then emit a strangled moan. It was so strange to have this power over someone – especially someone like Magnus, who always seemed to be in control.
"Alec," Magnus said in a strangled voice, "You need to stop … we can't do anything … here." What does he mean we can't do anything … oh, right. Magnus had a, ah, problem. Right. And if I was being honest … well, I had one too. Whoops. I unhitched my leg from around Magnus's hip and set it down again, but kept my arms around Magnus's neck, in his hair. I leaned in to slowly kiss him, lovingly, then slid my arms out of their position, whilst he slid his out from underneath my t-shirt. I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers through his.
"I think it's time I came out properly." I said. Magnus gaped at me. "Are – are you sure, Alexander? Because it's fine if you-"
I stopped his rambling my pressing my lips to his again. "I'm sure, Magnus. I wouldn't want to hide you." I smiled at him, trying to pour how I felt into that single expression. Magnus must have understood, because he smiled back, a smile that conveyed complete and utter joy and love.
I knew why, after so many years of hiding, I was doing this – coming out to the whole world, letting everybody know who I was, and being proud of it – being proud of being proud of it, if that makes sense. It wasn't that I wasn't scared – of course I was. There would always be people who would judge me, and that was why I hadn't come out in the past – because there was no one there to catch me if I fell. Sure, Izzy and Jace would try, but there was always that one bit missing, that lost jigsaw piece – the piece whose hand fit into mine perfectly, whose lips filled the void on mine, whose body covered the empty space next to me. Whose smile outshined the judgemental faces, and whose love always, always, overruled all the hate. And all this has a name. This feeling of being filled up with an indescribable warmth, consuming you from all over, never beginning, never ending, just being. Always being there – just for you. A lucky few get to experience this feeling, and, boy, did I feel lucky there, in the unused supply closet, standing, staring up at my love – and he is so beautiful. The feeling that brings one word to mind – love. That was the reason I was doing this, I finally realised. I was utterly, completely, absolutely, hopelessly in love.
Well, that's it for this oneshot! I hope you liked it; personally I'm quite proud of this one; it's superlong too :) Someone requested a two-shot carrying on from the first one, so I might do that for the next chapter, if I do a next chapter, but if you have any more ideas, leave them in the reviews, or PM me :)
BTW, I forgot to say that the first song in the last chapter was He's So Fine by Dionne Bromfield and the second was One Thing by One Direction. That is all :)