Hello, guys, I am trying to update a lot more in the next few days before school starts. This is me picking up the slack from summer. Anywho on with the story.
Jace pov.
After the movie marathon, Clary had fallen asleep on me. So I stood up and carried her upstairs to my room. I laid her down on the bed and got changed. I got into bed with her and brought her closer to me. She rested her head on my chest absentmindedly. I started to run my fingers through her hair and I started to hum one of our songs.
We have all been so worried about her recently. She's always so tired and she always looks so broken. We just want what's best for her. But I think everything is stressing her out right now. She's getting sick non-stop and we have the album to do, she has projects for art class. There is just too much on her plate right now.
"Jace, are you awake?" She mumbles quietly.
"Yeah, what's up?" I ask her.
"My head hurts I can't sleep." She says and I nod my head.
"Okay, what do you want to do?" I ask her and she just looks up at me.
"Can you just continue to play with my hair and hum, please?" She asks and I nod my head yes.
"Of course, anything for you Clary," I say and kiss her forehead. I start to hum again and I continue to play with her hair until I hear her breathing even out. After that, I slowly drift off to sleep.
Clary pov.
When I woke up Jace was gone. So I got up and went to my bedroom. I went into my closet and got dressed in ripped skinny jeans and a long sleeve maroon shirt. I put on my maroon combat boots and my leather jacket. I grab my bag and run down the stairs. I grab my phone from the counter and rush to my art class. I woke up an hour late. I get on my bike and rush to the school.
I run down the hallways and go to my art class. I get there a little bit late but that's okay the teacher is late too. And she gets in about a minute after I do. We have a new project to work on. We have to make a drawing of our past. What happened and how it affected us in the long run. What made us who we are today. Everyone in the class groaned but me and a few others. I can't wait to get this project started. I get to show people how I became who I am today no matter how gruesome my past is.
So I started to think of how I was going to lay it out and all the colors and what I was going to draw and how I wanted it to come out. The class was over before I knew it. I went to the music room and everyone was there. I walk over to Jace and slap the back of his head.
"Ow, Clary what was that for?" He says rubbing the back of his head.
"For making me late. You didn't wake me up." I say and he laughed.
"I'm sorry but you looked to calm for me to wake you up. And when the alarm clock went off you told me if I didn't shut it up you would snap my neck in your sleep." Jace said and I laughed that sounded like something I would say.
"That's your fault what time did you set it for?" I asked and he chuckled nervously.
"5:30 a.m," He said and I looked at him like he was crazy
"Of course, I would snap your neck if you're trying to wake me up that early in the god damn morning idiot," I say and then sit down next to him because the teacher comes in. This class went by so fast it wasn't even funny. Once the class is over I get up and walk to my bike.
"Babe wait up!" Jace yells for me so I turn around and stop, waiting for him to catch up. Once he gets to me he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a kiss.
"What was that for?" I ask and he laughs.
"For always being you." He says and we both chuckle. I lean up and kiss him again. In the distance, I hear my older brother Seb yell for us to get a room. I pull away and look at him.
"Are you sure you want us to do that Sebby?" I question and his face goes bright red.
"No don't d-do that! Please!" He says and I laugh with Jace.
"So question when do we go back to rehearsing for the album? I ask Jace.
"Tomorrow." He says with a sigh and I totally understand because I really don't want to either.
"At least it's not today right?" I say and he nods. We are all around my bike now and we are trying to figure out what we want to do.
"Why don't we just stay in and relax before we have to record again, and life gets even more hectic?" Simon says questionably. I chuckle at his tone of voice and nod my head yes.
"Yeah, let;s do that! Let's be lazy people. But we need ice-cream and cookie dough." I say and everyone laughs and nods and we all start to head to the house, while Simon goes to get ice-cream and cookie dough. Once we get to the house I go up to my room and put sweatpants on and one of Jace's old shirts. I then go back downstairs and curl up on Jace's lap. He has his arm wrapped around my waist and I have the back of my head resting on his chest. After about 5 hours of none stop movies, I start to get a migraine.
I hide my face in Jace's chest and grip his shirt in my fists, in pain. I start to cry from the amount of pain I am in. Jace gets up holding me and brings me to his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and pulls away.
"No, don't leave me please," I beg him.
"I'm not leaving baby girl, I'm getting you meds. I'll be back in a couple of seconds." He says while pushing the hair out of my eyes. I nod my head and he gets up and he leaves the room. That's when suddenly the migraine got worse. I pull my knee's up to my chest and start to bawl my eyes out. It hurts more than anything I have ever felt and that says a lot. It feels like someone if trying to pound on drums but instead found the inside of my head.
"Clary you need to take these," Jace whispers next to my ear trying to get me to look up, he's pulling at my arms that are covering my face. I look up at him and take the pills. Jace lays down next to me and I lay down, mostly on top of him trying to calm down but the tears just won't stop because I am in so much pain. I'm clutching onto Jace's shirt, sobbing. He's running his hand through my hair and down my back, over and over again, trying to calm me down. It doesn;t work and eventually I cry myself to sleep.
Jace's pov.
After she falls asleep I stay still not chancing waking her. I feel useless, I can't make her pain stop, at all. The doctors are obviously wrong, there is something wrong that they just aren't seeing. There has to be. She can't be in this much pain if there is nothing causing it. I wish I could fix this for her. But I can't so I'm going to be the person to hold her through all of this.