This is my second attempt at a short story, so be gentle on me :D don't forget to favorite and review.
This is post season 6 finale.
She knew right away coming back from Paris would be a mistake, a fatal one. Still she didn't budge. She tapped her china glaze manicured nails nervously against the arm rest and wondered how much her life has changed this past 5 years.
There she was, Blair Waldorf, 29 now and still looking like a goddess, captivating men wherever she went. Her brown locks swished behind her as she exited her private jet.
She let herself enjoy that old feeling of New York, her only true love besides Paris as she liked to say.
Here she was again, back where ''she belonged'', it felt weird, no, Blair would never use such a low class word; it felt out of place. Here she once ruled along with her prince named Archibald, until a dark beast referred to as Bass came along and ruined her fairytale.
She winced at the thought of Chuck, not even the slightest in a good way. She would never forgive him for taking away the best years of her life and one very expensive divorce. What was she thinking anyway? Getting married in Central Park in a rushed ceremony followed by going straight to the police station?
She wasn't surprised when she caught him one day screwing his secretary while he was supposed to be on a ''business meeting''
So she retrieved back to the place Chuck dared to call home, took the essential stuff she had to and ended up with him.
''Miss Waldorf, we're here'' the driver breaks her out of her musings
It's Dan and Serena's 5th wedding anniversary, Serena insisted on coming, using the excuse that she never met Ellie Humphrey, their now 3 year old daughter, to guilt her in to coming.
She nervously stood in the elevator, dreading of having to face all those people she used to call family and friends, most of all dreaded to face him, especially after that debacle 4 years ago, she wondered if he would even remember.
''Blair'' she heard a familiar voice of a bubbly blonde person who was now rushing towards her to end up hugging her tightly
''I can't believe you're finally here'' she said. A little blonde clone of Serena's came running after. Blair looked down at the little bundle of joy beneath her
''Blair this is Ellie, Ellie this is auntie Blair, remember I told you about her'' little one smiled a toothy grin and even Blair who was an ice queen had to melt. She knelt down and hugged Ellie
''Hi-'' she said smiling at the little girl ''Gosh you are so pretty aren't you''
''You'we pwetty too'' Ellie cooed playing with Blair's chocolate locks
''Come on, you have to see everyone else'' Serena urged Blair happily, taking Ellie with her
Blair's stomach clenched, she didn't have to see them, she didn't want to. She wanted away from this place, back to her home, back to Paris.
An hour later she stood out on the balcony, soaking up the cool New York air, grateful to God he spared her of hurting and didn't send him here today. Spoke too soon.
''Blair?'' a deep voice she could recognize anywhere spoke behind her. She clenched the cold metal fence hard. So many thoughts ran through her head, first of them being 'How easy would it be to just jump and spare myself of all this mess''
She couldn't muster enough strength to speak so she just nodded bluntly, all too soon she felt him near her, she cautiously turned around to be faced with his periwinkle eyes. Those eyes were ruining her chance of any normalcy.
''It's really you, you're back'' he whispered breathlessly
''I'm not back for you'' she hissed and left him standing there alone, once more.
''No, not this time'' she heard him yell after her. She froze in place. ''You are not going to run away from me again'' he said, his voice kind of devastated
Their little play was suddenly cut short by a dished blonde entering the balcony. She looked somehow all too perfect, not in a good way though. She was kind of mechanic, her hair platinum blonde, not a hair out of place, her waist almost nonexistent, what looked like surgically endowed chest, her blue eyes shone with fake glimmer.
''Nate, where have you gone, I was looking all over the place for you'' she said coming closer, Nate's breath kind of hitched, why in the hell did she have to show up now
''Oh my God, you're Blair Waldorf'' she said excitedly ''I'm a big fan of your work, you designed my wedding gown but I had it imported from Paris so we never met, I'm Rosalie-'' she extended her arm and Blair shook it, Nate watched the whole exchange on needles, this wasn't needed ''-Rosalie Archibald'' the blond spoke and both Blair's and Nate's heart dropped for a second
''Archibald?'' Blair whispered more to herself but she could hear her, Nate's eyes locked with Blair's trying wordlessly, desperately to explain.
''Yeah, I'm married to Nate'' the blonde spoke as Blair felt tears brimming in her eyes
''Oh-'' she looked away ''-great…so great. Listen I have to go'' she brushed them off and went inside…little did she know she was taking Nate's heart right with her.
She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready for facing all of these people who now made her sick; she wasn't ready for meeting Nate. She wasn't ready for meeting his WIFE.
Never in her life did she feel so stupid. Of course he would be married. He was hot of the press, New York's mayor, most eligible bachelor. Obviously not anymore.
She let herself fall in to the silk sapphire sheets of the Hampton inn. Why of all colors did they have to be sapphire blue? Was this karma kicking her back in the ass for leaving four years ago?
Sleep was not an option this early at…. ugh 2 am.
She dragged her Chanel, head to toe form down to the bar and decided to end this night with a cliché, to hell with everything. That included ordering unmistakably un lady like drinks like…the Red eyed slut cocktail (she would rename it later the blue eyed slut).
After about 4 of those and a set of the ones whose names were too complicated for her to remember at this time, she somehow managed to drag herself back to her room.
She wanted to lay down, she really wanted to, but those sheets were poking at her heart
''Blair, what's wrong?'' he asked concerned seeing her dished crying figure walking out of the elevator
''That son of a bitch cheated on me. I caught him today with his secretary-'' she said trough her tears as she came closer inside, bawling into his shirt a moment after. His fists clenched. That bastard, how could he do this to her? If he had a wife as Blair, he would never even look at another woman-
''Shhh calm down. You wanna go somewhere and talk?'' he asked trying to calm her down, it wasn't the first time she came bawling like this because of Chuck. Nate would take her on a stroll around the park and convince her Chuck would change. He wasn't sure whether he was lying to her or himself
''I wanna go somewhere and drink'' she said and made Nate laugh a bit
''Well we can do that here, can't we?'' she retrieved from his embrace and wiped away her tears.
''I was the biggest moron in this world to think he would change for me'' she said sadly an hour later. They were spread over the suit's floor, both of them half drunk
''Nah-'' he said and finished his Jack and coke ''-you were just in love''
''Well I'm not anymore'' she said. Nate looked at her quizzically ''I'm not'' she said once more, this time louder ''I haven't been for a while…but a part of me wanted to believe that all this years of struggle were worth something, guess what, they weren't''
''You sound emo'' he made a casual remark and send her laughing
''Thanks, now I feel so much better'' his phone rang and broke their little discussion. He checked the callers ID and let it go to voicemail
''Who was that?'' she said as she poured herself more scotch
''You have to control everything don't you?'' he teased, knowing she would glare at him any second…yeah there it was. He laughed and threw his phone away
''Sage'' he said blankly, staring in to space
''Your girlfriend called and you didn't answer, how dare you? Weren't you supposed to be the world's greatest boyfriend?'' he really was, at least to her. Devil knows what awful thing dragged her away from him…but it was too late to feel sentimental now. This was just getting drunk with her best friend and drinking buddy, nothing more.
''Yeah well-'' he rested his head against the couch, right next to her ''-right now I'm not the world's greatest boyfriend I'm just….drunk'' he said and she laughed out loud, it brought a smile to his face seeing her happy again
''Well you know-'' she said but stopped…even her drunken brain told her it wouldn't be smart to finish her thought
''What?'' he asked turning his head towards her. Their faces were so close they could feel each other breathing. She shook her head lightly and sipped some more of her drink
''Nothing.'' And if she just left it at nothing, everything would be different. But this was Blair, she had to finish what was on her mind no matter what
''You were a perfect boyfriend to me…sometimes I just wonder what would have happened if it was us getting married last year'' she cursed herself for even bringing it up the minute she spoke
Nate's heart fluttered, it didn't do so for a long long time. He didn't even know why it did, whether it was regret or old feelings- it just did
''We could have been happy'' he spoke sadly
''You don't know that'' she said disappointed, why did she suddenly feel like crying
''I don't know it, but I can feel it'' he said and turned to gaze at those wild chocolate eyes of hers, suddenly they were the last thing he saw- her lips were pressed against his.
He put his glass on the floor and embraced her with both of his arms pulling her on top of him. Sometimes he likes to wonder what would have happened if he just pulled away…she would apologize, he would apologize back, she would make a lame excuse about having to go nowhere in particular. That would be it. But it was far too late for that scenario.
So she whispered sweet words of wanting and needing him like never before, he promised her he still loved her and he would give her what she needs. She decided to pretend she didn't hear the ''L'' word, it was too much for the moment. Right now she just wanted him, and only him. She longed for that feeling of being needed, of being a part of something. God knows Chuck didn't give her that; he never truly could, not on long term basis.
''Tell me that you need me-'' she panted against his lips ''-it doesn't have to be romantic, just tell me''
He looked deep in to her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. Nothing. That was all permission he needed.
''I do-'' he said kissing her once again, claiming her lips ''I need you so bad I can taste it-'' he kissed her jaw line, eliciting a moan from her side ''-I need you to make me feel alive again'' he whispered against the delicate skin of her neck
Her dress was gone in no time, just like his shirt, along with his pants. They found themselves completely out of control. Having sex like they were teenagers again, without a care in the world, on the floor of the hotel that belonged to her ''husband'' , the one who cheated on her earlier today. Yes, things were utterly fucked.
Later on he carried her to his room. He was laying her down on the silky sapphire sheets, when she requested from him to make love to her again and again. She scolded herself a little after for using the term ''making love''. This was no such thing, tomorrow morning it would become a drunken mistake. Despite herself she would refer to it as one. He always was her favorite ''mistake''
Just as he predicted she would,the minute she fell asleep in his arms the night before, she was gone by the time he woke up the next morning. He just didn't realize he wouldn't see her for another four years.
So she violently teared the sheets of the bed and threw them on the floor. She was crying unstoppably doing so. She knew this would fucking happen the minute she came back to New York.
Tired and exhausted from crying she lay down on the bare bed and closed her eyes. Not long after she heard those familiar two knocks on her door. He always did have perfect timing. Then again, maybe she was just making it all up in her head. She wiped the tears of her face anxiously and headed to open the door.
There he was, standing in all his incredible beauty and handsomeness, too bad all that beauty was wasted on corporate settlements. She let him in without a word and turned her back on him when he closed the door.
''Nate-'' she pleads, already too exhausted from everything this day's been giving her ''-go home to your wife'' she says bitterly, it came out more harsh than she wanted to, but what's done is done
She finally dared to look up and caught herself staring at his sad eyes, this person standing before her wasn't Nathanial Archibald, the major of New York, a man tied up with his wedding band to a woman he barely even talks to, no, this was her Nate, a lost broken boy she once thought she'd share forever with, and maybe, just maybe all hopes weren't lost.
And once again, when she pleaded for him to leave he didn't listen to her, instead she found herself wrapped up in his embrace. His lips were fire on hers and brought back all the memories of that night 4 years ago. The memories of scotch, sapphire sheets and his body against hers.
There's something thrilling about not knowing what's ahead of you. Just closing your eyes for a moment, you're free to be whatever you want. You write out different scenarios in your head, fixing them to fit the situation. For a second you feel happy, but that happiness is soon replaced with anxiety. No matter how much you want to resist, you've gotta know the answer. So you have two options; you can either keep your eyes shut and hide out in your own head or you can open your damn eyes and face the reality.
He blinked a few times, not that he wanted to. His heart still stung from the past. He learned the hard way waking up to an empty bed was worse than falling asleep in one.
But not this time. His persistent version of a perfect girl was lying mere inches from him. Sometimes he wondered if she was even real; it seemed like she was a stone sculpture, a vision. Precisely worked on for years to achieve that flawless texture..inside out.
Her form shifted the slightest, she sensed his awakening and pulled the silky blue sheets that were thrown around them closer.
Neither of them really wanted to talk. She would never admit but she was afraid…and he was…oh God, so many things. Confused, Nate was always confused, it became a habit; he was frightened at least.
''Am I ever going to see you again?'' he spoke, his mouth dry. No eye contact was made but both of them could picture each other's pained expression mentally.
''Am I ever going to see you without a wedding band again'' she said coldly. He could hear poison in her voice and felt so desperately lost in the situation. She was right though. His silence was all she 'needed' to hear.
''You could've had a matching one'' the words were like ripped from him. He stood up and proceeded to put his clothes back on, pretending he didn't see a tear escaping her godlike eyes.
''There was never a right time for that'' she hissed as she got up to pull on her robe
''There was never a right time because you never let it be'' he yelled angry, startling her. She finally let herself make eye contact with him. It was the painful truth. Everything he said. She always had a way of bringing people down with her, Nate was no exception, in fact Nate was the worst case of them all.
Her eyes mirror his disappointment and she shifts her gaze to the next random thing out of sheer shame.
''I think you should go home to your wife now'' she whispered, her voice still shaking, trying hard to keep her face fierce, to keep her tears from spilling.
She disappeared out of the room in to a next one, a loud shut of the doors following.
Go home to your wife, she said. If it only were that simple.
This will probably be a two shot? Do you call it that way? However, would you even like me to continue? Please leave a review telling me what you think, the more reviews, the faster I update, take care xo L