It was quiet when he heard the sound of the elevator. Probably it was Nate, who wanted to check up on him before going to the reception.
THE reception. The day that Chuck Bass feared more than anything in his life had finally arrived. Blair's wedding day. It wasn't like he didn't want her to be happy. He wanted her eyes to sparkle, her cheeks to beam & her voice to soften when she looked at the man she loved. But he wanted that guy to be him and not that french douchebag. Sure, back in May he had told her to go with Louis. He had convinced himself that she was happy. He had tried to leave her, the love of his life, behind. Chuck Bass, the great womanizer that never needs help in life, even payed a psychiatrist a visit to forget the woman that ruled that past four years of his life.
But nothing really had helped. Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass were inevitable. Magnetic. Made to be together. He would do anything for her. When she told him that she wanted to call off the engagement to Louis, he hadn't felt victory. Just relief, that the nightmare was over and that his Blair was actually his again.
Their newfound happiness lasted one hour and fourteen minutes. Until their car crashed and for the first time Chuck and Blair didn't have to fight for their love, but for their lifes. She survived, didn't even have to undergo surgery. Her baby didn't. And Chuck - he spent a week in coma, until he felt the urge to wake up and to see her. Fate once again wasn't on his side, so he had to witness the love of his life kissing her french fiancé. The fairytale was back on, because Blair believed that the car accident had been a bad sign, a way of god telling her that she should let go of the past.
They hadn't talked since. Chuck tried to contact her for about a week, despite everyone implying to him that he had no chance. Eventually they were right. Serena persuaded him to leave Blair alone, because, according to her blonde friend, she finally felt happy again. It was hard. Really hard. He lost count on the times he had his cell phone in his hand, his fingers already on speeddial. But he didn't want to ruin her life. She deserved to be happy.
So it was just another night where he drowned his thoughts with lots of scotch. He was about to pour himself another glass, when something took his breath away. Chuck could feel it - she was there, in his room. At first he didn't dare to look at her. Eventually he couldn't fight the urge anymore.
She was beautiful. The white Vera Wang dress fitted her toned figure perfectly. Her hair was shiny and curled, just the way Chuck loved it. In her right hand she held a bouquet of peonies. Her favourite flowers. As soon as his glare reached her face, he had to chuckle - her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were blushed and her mouth smirked. He just loved every inch of her.
„Care to pour me a drink, Bass?"
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, therefore I'm pretty exited about it! It's thought to be a one-shot, but if you like it I'll continue! I really appreciate every review and any kind of advice to improve my writing! xoxo
