A/N. I just realized that I didn't write anything on my first chapter. As this is my first fanfiction story ever I was so excited to upload it that I forgot to introduce myself. So here it goes: My name is Mia and I'm a huge fan of Gossip Girl especially of Chuck and Blair.
This chapter the two of them will still be apart, but next chapter they will come closer together.
So thanks for reading. Feedback is very much appreciated and reviews make my day xoxo ;-), Mia
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Serena didn't bother to knock on Blair's door. With energy she pushed the door open and swirled inside the room. "B, I know you're upset, but the two of us will go shopping now, because I urgently need…".Serena stopped in her tracks, as Blair was nowhere to be seen.
She was slightly confused, hadn't Dorota told her several minutes ago that Blair was home? She stepped further in the room and glanced around. The sheets of the bed were messy which was so unlike Blair and the floor was covered with different colourful papers. Serena stopped dead in her tacks as she took a closer look at the floor and recognized what was really spread around the whole room. It weren't - as she had first assumed – simple papers but several packings from different sorts of now empty chocolate bars.
Knowing that this could only mean one thing, Serena frantically called out for her best friend "B? Blair?" When she didn't get an answer, Serena quickly hurried over to Blair's bathroom door scared of what she might find there. With even more force than she had opened the door to Blair's bedroom she pushed it open.
And for the second time she stopped dead in her tracks.
There on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet bowl lay Blair Waldorf.
"Oh my god, B, B, can you hear me?" Serena was next to her best friend in an instant. With trembling fingers she checked the pulse of the tiny brunette. Relief washed over her, as she realized that there was a slight pulsation against her fingertips and that Blair's chest was falling and rising with a steady rhythm.
With her hands shaking, Serena took her cell phone out of her large designer bag which she had received from Blair for her last birthday and dialled the emergency phone number.
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Several hundreds of miles away, Chuck Bass woke up in a foreign bad and not for the first time this week he felt disorientated. He sat up and glanced around. Slowly his cloudy mind cleared and he remembered where he was: somewhere in Bangkok, in a filthy hotel that for sure as hell wasn't one of those two, Bass' Industries owned in Bangkok.
Chuck had arrived here last week and since then his nights were spent with drinking, smoking, women and drugs.
When he had checked in this hotel, he had told the receptionist that he didn't want to be bothered by maids or unannounced visitors.
The receptionist had been slightly taken aback by the arrogance of this boy who looked like hell with his bloodshot and dark circled eyes and who couldn't be older than eighteen years old.
"May I ask who you are young man?" he had asked with a voice that almost matched Chuck's arrogant tone.
"I'm Chuck Bass." The name Bass wasn't unfamiliar here in Bangkok and with a shrug the receptionist had given Chuck a key "Room 555".
Chuck all but stumbled in the bathroom. He splashed water in his face on for a second he caught his reflection in the mirror.
If he hadn't known it was him there reflected in the mirror he would have been shocked.
The expression of the boy staring back at him was one of a wild animal. He was pale, his hair was a mess and he definitely had lost weight he could tell as his cheekbones were more remarkable than ever.
And the next thing Chuck recognized was that he definitely was too sober right now as images of soft brown curly hair and deep chocolate brown eyes flashed through his mind.
He had tried not to think about her, but in those moments after waking up, after the effect of being drunk or/and drugged was gone his mind wasn't able to block out the images of Blair anymore. Blair. Just thinking her name caused his heart to clench tightly and he desperately ached to hold her in his arms again, to taste her again.
The second those thoughts invaded his mind he knew he needed a drink, a joint or even something stronger.
He had made a promise to himself. He had promised himself to stay the hell away from her. He was lost he knew. He couldn't take her down with him and he was going down so much he was sure of.
"I will stand by you through anything"- "Fuck" he cursed loudly as those words nearly for the millionth time entered his mind uncalled. He was Chuck Bass after all and not some lovesick little boy who mourned over a girl or who desperately depended on a woman or any other human being for that matter. Plus he never had been a one-woman guy – so what was the big deal anyway? Blair shouldn't be a difference to those many other girls he had screwed. Somewhere deep in his mind he knew that all of this was bullshit and that Blair was not only a difference to all those other girls and women he had had, she was all the difference.
But those thoughts had to be shut down and had to be buried deep down somewhere where there weren't able to resurface ever again.
"Because I love you."- Oh yes it was definitely time for a drink.
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The last time Serena van der Woodsen had been scared like this had been in a hotel room with a guy who had od'ed and who had died afterwards causing her to run far away from her life abandoning everybody she deeply cared of.
She had been deeply relieved as the ambulance had arrived and the doctor had assured her that Blair would be ok.
Now she and Dorota were waiting in the crowed visitor area both anxious for news about Blair. During their wait, Serena had tried several times to call Eleanor and Cyrus, but until this moment with no success. Blair's mother and her stepfather were on their honeymoon right now and it seemed that they both had decided to spend those two weeks undisturbed.
"Miss van der Woodsen? Miss Waldorf is awake now, you can go and see her if you want to. Room 1877." The nurse who had announced Serena pointed to a large corridor and before Serena could ask her more questions about Blair and her condition she had disappeared as fast as she had appeared before.
"Dorota, would you wait here for a moment please? I need to speak to Blair in private first." Dorota who had been unnaturally quiet while they were waiting silently nodded her head in agreement.
Serena made her way over to room 1877. She carefully opened the door and was suddenly confronted with Blair's angry voice.
"You. Got. To. Be Kidding. Me." Serena scanned the room for a split second ,noticing that Blair's outburst was not directed at her but a nurse who was holding a hospital gown in one hand and who was looking slightly frightened.
"Where are you from? Brooklyn, Mars? Definitely not from this planet! You might be not aware of the fact that I'm Blair Waldorf! A Waldorf! Eleanor Waldorf is my mother! She owns a fashion label, do you hear me, my mom has her own fashion label and you...you really expect me to wear this...this thing? Get out! NOW!
There was no need for Blair to repeat her request, as the nurse practically fled the room.
Serena again felt a rush of relief after Blair's little outburst. The old Blair and her wit where still there and no matter how desperate Blair was right now and regardless of her relapse, Blair would be strong enough to fight her – and just thinking of the word made Serena shudder – bulimia.
"Look B, calm down, I ask Dorota to bring you some clothes."
Being addressed by her best friend, Blair lowered her head in shame. She couldn't remember a lot. The last thing was that she had rushed over to the toilet bowl and after retching into it she had felt dizzy.
The next thing she could remember was that she had awoken in this hospital bed surrounded by two nurses and a doctor who had checked her vitals and who had asked her several questions about her medical history.
Blair hadn't answered all of his questions and he had told her that he would return later.
"Miss Waldorf, I'm pretty aware of your condition and let me tell you it's serious. You're lucky that you're heart is still working properly. You're cardiovascular system was disturbed causing you to faint. I'll let you rest now, but I'll return later to discuss you're treatment options. Only one more thing if you keep doing what you're doing you're body may not recover the next time." With those words he had left the room.
Blair didn't want to think of the reason why she was here and she had concentrated her whole energy towards the nurse who had tried to give her that ugly hospital gown.
But now she was face to face with her worried best friend and she was ashamed that she had lost control and that Serena had witnessed it.
"B, what were you thinking? Why didn't you tell me? I was so worried, when you were unconscious, I…"
"S, stop, I'm fine, I was just dehydrated"
"Oh B don't give me that crap, I'm know that this is the cause of your old problem. I already tried to contact your parents but couldn't reach them."
"There is no need to call them S, I have everything under control."
"Blair…" Blair was spared to hear the rest, since Serena's cell phone started ringing.
"It's Nate, I spoke on his voice mail". She left the room, but let the door slightly open.
Blair caught some snippets of the conversation between her best friend and her former boyfriend, but soon lost interest.
But suddenly her attention was back. She had heard Serena saying Chuck's name and she started to listen closely.
"Really? Chuck's uncle called you? He knows where Chuck is? Bangkok? Oh yes Bass' Industrys owns two hotels there. What? He doesn't stay in one of them, but where…? The Crown? No I'm not going to tell her. Yeah I tell her you said hi and that you're going to visit her later. Yeah Nate, Blair is going to be fine, I'll make sure of that.
Ok, bye."
Chuck was in Bangkok? Blair wasn't sure of a lot of things in this moment, but one thing she knew with clear certainty right know, she didn't need treatment all she needed was Chuck.
As Serena entered Blair's room once again, she found Blair asleep. She quietly closed the door not knowing that her best friend just pretended to sleep forming a plan in her head.
Tbc...
