A/N I... love Henry. He's adorable and hilarious and all we've seen of him are like… two seconds of him yelling: daddy! Which was, by the way, absolutely adorable and I love him so much. So I thought: let's write a OS including Henry.

Normally, I'm a big fan of pre-season 1 stories. I don't know why, but I just love the thought of a young Chuck and Blair. So, as we all know, I completely forget to care about any time-orders.

"Who are you?"

The girl across him looked at him with her head tilted. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a cute chignon and the white bow in her hair contrasted with the colour of her locks. Her large eyes were green with golden spots, like the colour of his eyes, and her skin was light with freckles all over het small nose and rosy cheeks. Henry smirked. Even at the age of 6, he was exactly like his father. People had told him that all of his life, and every time, it had been his mother who frowned and said: 'as long as he takes after me in character.' She had been wrong.

"I'm Henry Bass." He said, smirk still on his face. The eyes of the girl didn't light up in acknowledgement, as usual. He frowned and scooted closer to her. She didn't move, but stared off to space like she tried to remember him. When she failed, he was shocked.

"You… you don't know me?" he stuttered. Everyone knew him. At least she should have known his name. After all, Chuck and Blair Bass were the most powerful and best known people on the Upper East Side. Not only the Upper East Side, the entire city of New York. And if she didn't know his name, she wasn't from the city.

"You're not from here, are you?" he said with another smile, this time with more… "sympathy". She nodded and turned to him.

"I'm from France," she commented, and Henry jumped up to his feet.

"What's your name?"

"Aimee."

"How old are you?"

"Six."

He grinned. "I am too!"

She smiled back and straightened her dark green skirt.

"Who are you waiting for, anyway?" he asked, and she shrugged.

"No one, really."

"Then why are you here?"

She shrugged again, and suddenly, he took her hand. She looked surprised, but weirdly, he couldn't care less. He liked playing with girls, more than with boys. His mother always said he was going to be just like his father, on which his father replied Henry would find the love of his life at age six, too. Maybe this was it. He dragged Aimee with him outside and the two of them ran across the street. He was supposed to wait for his father who was going to take him and Blake, his cousin, out for lunch. They were going to be mad, furious, but again… he couldn't care less. He liked the pretty girl with the red hair and he could see his father and cousin every day, anyway.

~o~o~o~o

"So why are you here, and not in France?" Henry asked as he took another bite out of his apple. Aimee had given him one of hers, and he gladly took it. They had been walking in the park for a few hours and he was getting hungry. Aimee shrugged.

"I'm supposed to stay with my grandmother and her boyfriend, but they are on a trip today. I'll be alone at home with the maid for the rest of the week."

"That sucks."

She gasped, and he laughed, hard. She was raised in a strict family consisting of her, her four brothers and their maids. They had no family left except for their grandmother. No one ever used words as bad as that one. Henry grinned too and she took hold of his hand again. Being with him felt good, better than being alone, better than being with the maid. He made her feel… kind of special. Safe. Wanted. Something she had never experienced before. As the two of them strolled on, hand in hand, Henry watched the profile of her face in the sunlight. He really, really liked her. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

"Do you want to go back to your grandmother's apartment?" he asked, and she jerked her head to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Quickly, he try to soothe her by adding: "Not like that! I just wanted to ask you whether you want to stay with us."

She was still shocked, but in a happy way, now. "What? Are you asking me to stay over at your place for the night?"

Shyly, he nodded, and her lips curved into a smile.

"I'd love to. It's a lot better than being alone."

Not only Aimee was happy. Henry was ecstatic. It was the first girl who had ever said yes who wasn't a family member.

"Are your parents going to be okay with that?" she asked. He shrugged. Nothing could touch him anymore, not in this state of mind.

"I don't think they'll mind. They won't mind you when we get back anyway. I think they'll just be really happy when we return."

He smiled charmingly at her, and she smiled back. He truly was her first friend she'd ever had.

~o~o~o~o

"HENRY NATHANIEL BASS, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Blair yelled at her son, and he turned red slowly. He hadn't count on this. He thought she would be delighted to have him back. Behind her, a very angry Chuck was positioned, holding a glass of scotch in his one hand, and his phone in the other. Neither of them had noticed Aimee behind the little boy. The girl tugged at his hand.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea, Hen," she whispered, and she looked around to find her coat. At that time, mr Bass had noticed her. With narrowed eyes, the intimidating men glared at her and his son holding hands.

"Who's the girl, Henry?" he asked, coldly. This made Blair look up to her as well. Her mood instantly changed from furious to calm, and she smiled at her. It was not reassuring in any way.

"Aimee." Henry stuttered, and he continued unwillingly when he saw his father was still looking at him questioning. "I met her while I was waiting for you and Blake today. She's from France and she was going to be all alone in her grandmother's apartment tonight, so I took her to the park."

He looked down, but when his mother's rage didn't continue, he looked up again. He was more than surprised when he saw them exchanging a glance. His mother sighed and smiled again at Aimee, sweeter and more maternal, this time.

"It's okay, Hen," she said, and his eyes widened in shock. She turned to Aimee. "You can stay, if you want to. But you do understand you can't sleep in the same bed as Henry."

Exited, the boy started to jump up and down. "But she can, mommy! I'll just sleep in top bunk and she in the lower!"

Aimee pouted. "But I want the top bunk."

Blair and Chuck exchanged another glanced as the two children started to discuss who was going to sleep in the top bunk. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, sharing a kiss before Henry yanked them apart, glaring at him.

"Keep it to yourselves, please," the boy muttered, and the adults couldn't help but laugh as their son walked away to show Aimee around.

A/N OMYGAWD! 2 chapters in one day?! I am impressed myself! Anyway, I like Aimee. I really do. I think she'll return in future one-shots with Henry. I like them. And for all the people who will definitely tell me their all out of character; this is how I pictured their son. Deal with it. I can do a lot worse ;D

Thank you for reading and I don't anything!