Dear readers,

It's seems that I was wrong and there are actually a lot of you who are reading and enjoying my story.

So I won't abandon the story, but please keep the reviews up it helps me to write because it encourages me to. And when I see that you like my story I really want to write because I want to make you

Oh and I am kinda betaless right now, my beta doesn't answer me anymore :( i am really sad about that because I don't know hat or if I did something wrong... would somebody like to beta?

Happy readings!

Chapter 9

"B-B-Blair", Chuck stuttered. He was so confused, how could she be suddenly awake, what happened? And then he realized that he didn't care; he was just so glad that she was awake. He had been so worried. He wanted to touch her and when he raised his hand to stroke over her still pale cheek her realized that he was still holding her hand.

At the same moment she looked down at her intertwined hands.

"Let go", she whispered but she didn't do anything to break the connection of their skin.

He shook his head.

"I said let go", she repeated.

"I don't want to."

"I don't care what you want; I cared long enough; I've spent the last past few months looking after you, being there for you. I put myself behind you because I wanted you to be happy, because I wanted what you wanted. But I'm tired of that Chuck, I can't do this anymore. So when are you going to tell me that I disappointed you, when are you going to say that I am insane to try to take my life… when are you going…" she broke up, she didn't know what to say, she waited for him to say the things she needed to hear, she was disappointed in herself and she had knew she was insane when she had taken the pills, she wanted him to say these things, so she could scream at her because she couldn't scream at herself.

"You shouldn't speak that much", he said low.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK I SHOULD…", she started to yell at him.

"I'll go and get a nurse", he interrupted her.

He left the room, never breaking their gaze as he made his way out.

When he closed the door as low as he managed to, he leaned against it and breathed deeply… in and out, in and out.

He closed his eyes and tried to bland out the pain that was growing in his heart, so he had been the reason she tried to kill herself. He somehow knew that before, but he didn't want to believe it, he didn't want to think that he was the one responsible. It's always easier to blame someone else than to blame yourself and Chuck Bass was a master when it came to pick the easiest way.

He didn't like complications but after all he had learned that he wouldn't get trough life without them… without a lot of them.

Blair was one of those complications, he wasn't suppose to fall in love, he never meant to feel anything for her but when he noticed that things changed it was already too late.

Blair was one of those complications but who knew that a complication could make you so happy… and so sad at the same time.

Chuck Bass hated complications, especially complications with girls but suddenly he couldn't imagine his life without these complications because then his life would be empty again and he would feel numb, and now that he tasted something from the bright side of life, he wasn't able to return to the shadows; and maybe he just didn't want to.

"Chuck!" a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Serena" he answered dry, without even opening his eyes.

She touched his face and whipped away the single tear that had managed to escape his eyes.

"Hey, look at me", she demanded.

And he did, he looked at his sister and then he noticed the group of people that was standing behind her.

"Lily, Eric, Nate, E-Eleanor", he greeted them.

He starred at Blair's mother, what was she doing here? She didn't care about Blair. Well at least not if she wasn't ruining the family name.

"Where is she?" she asked with worry in her voice.

Chuck's eyes wined in surprise and he pointed at the white door behind him.

"She's awake", he whispered, his voice weak.

"Who's with her right now?"

"No one."

"You left her alone?" Eleanor shouted.

"I was trying to find a doctor", he tried to defend himself.

"Aha. And would you mind explaining why the hell you told the nurse her name was Blair Bass?"

Chuck sat again in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He was Chuck fucking Bass; he wasn't supposed to sit in hospitals and to stare at the door of a certain brunette's room.

He hadn't entered her room again, yet, he wanted so see her so badly but he wasn't sure if she wanted to see him.

He remembered the day when she broke her arm on the monkey bar.

"Are you family?" the nurse asked him.

"No, I am not family, but I want to see her", he repeated for the hundred time, he didn't understand, why the nurse didn't want him to see her.

"You can't. Only her family is supposed to see her."

Chuck rolled his eyes and showed her his tongue.

He was Chuck Bass he got anything he wanted… and a nurse wouldn't stop him from seeing Blair.

"My name is Chuck Bass", he said.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Chuck", the nurse answered confused.

"My father is Bart Bass", he added.

"Aha."

"He owns the Palace Hotel."

"That must be lovely."

"He's pretty rich…"

"Good on you!"

"And if you won't let me see her, he'll get you fired within seconds", he said drastic.

2 minutes later he stood in front of Blair's door.

He breathed in deeply and knocked.

"Come in", she answered.

He opened the white, wooden door and entered.

"Oh it's you", she sounded disappointed.

"Yeah, it's me", he muttered low.

She just looked at him as she'd see a ghost, she kept silent and he couldn't bare that.

"So how are you?" he asked.

"Actually pretty fine, I'm kind of tired because they gave me something against the pain but it doesn't hurt anymore" she said while she peered over his shoulder.

"Look, I really am sorry, I know I said I'd look after you and I didn't, well I did, but I couldn't reach you anymore and so I tried to look after you… and … just… I am sorry."

He stuttered… why did he stutter? Chuck Bass didn't stutter.

"I said I was fine, what was your name?"

"Chuck… Chuck Bass."

The name Bass had became an important and influential one but she acted like she didn't care.

"Ah yes, your father owns the Palace", she replied politely.

"He does", Chuck smiled, he didn't smirk, no he smiled a real smile, and he even showed his teeth.

"Do you know where Serena and Nate are?" Blair wanted to know.

"Um… the last time I saw them, they went back to the monkey bar…"

"They're not even here?"

"No, they wanted but the paramedics didn't allow them to."

"So how does it come that you're here?"

"I can be very convincing…"

"Yeah? Well, then try to convince me to like you."

"You're beautiful", he started.

"You already told me that."

"You're smart."

"You met me about two hours ago and now you know that I am smart?"

"You have grace", he went on without even commenting her interruptions.

"And within those two hours I felt of the monkey bar and got in to a hospital, you're totally right I have grace…"

"You have wit."

"Go on."

"And I like you."

"There are many people who like me…"

"They don't like you the way I do."

"Then tell me Chuck Bass, in what kinds of way do you like me?"

"As I said I like you because you're beautiful but you are more than that. I like you for who you are inside."

"Because you know me that well", she told him sarcastically.

"I do, I already know you better than I know myself. I can read you like an open book."

"Well, the book is shut, now please leave!"

"No."

"I said: Leave!"

"And I said: No!"

"Why don't you leave?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Do you always get what you want?" she asked him.

"Yes."

"Me either…"

"So what are we going to do now?"

"You can stay but we're going to do what I want", she assumed.

"Okay. What do you want to do?"

"Don't know, let's just watch a movie."

"Okay."

"Um, could you…" she pointed at the remote-control and then at her broken arm.

"Sure" he chuckled. "For you anytime, princess."

She pocked her tongue out at him as her answer.

"What do you want to watch?" he wanted to know.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's" she answered automatically.

"I don't know that movie."

"Well it's always shown somewhere", she told him.

And she was right at an old culture channel, the film just started.

"Ugh, let me guess it's a chick fling", he said.

"No! It is a classic."

"As I said… a chick fling."

He climbed on her bed and she tried to push him away.

"Stay on you damn chair!"

"But they are so uncomfortable", he complained. "And I don't want to hurt my back, besides did you notice? Chuck and Blair mixed makes Chair, that's a sign, now move."

She smiled, he was really cute and he had convinced her to like him, not that she'd ever tell him that.

She made some room for him and he lay down beside her, when she slowly drove off to sleep he took her hand and didn't let go off it because he had promised her to look after her and he wouldn't fail another time.


When Eleanor Waldorf entered the hospital she wasn't in a very good mood, she had to leave an important business appointment just because her daughter had broken her arm. That wasn't that bad, she wouldn't die because of a broken arm. And that business appointment had been very important it had been about her new founded Label "Eleanor Waldorf Designs".

"Blair Waldorf", she told the nurse at the reception desk.

"Room 216", the nurse answered.

Eleanor went straight to the elevator without even saying "thanks".

While the elevator made its way up to the second floor she tipped impatiently with her foot.

"Come on faster!" she demanded.

She looked at her watch while she walked down the corridor.

"210, 211, 212, 213, 214, 215", she counted.

"216."

She stopped in front of the door and entered without knocking. And then she suddenly stopped in her move. There in front of her lay two small figures intertwined with each other, the little boy with dark hair hold her daughter's hand and had tied an arm around her waist. Blair's leg was place over his hips and she snuggled deeply into his arms.

"Mhh-mmh", Eleanor cleared her throat.

The kids didn't wake up.

"Blair!" she tried it again.

This time it worked, Blair opened her eyes.

"Mom", she welcomed her happily and smiled brightly, she looked down at Chuck and pushed him away.

He moaned unhappily as he opened his eyes, then he suddenly sat up and focused Eleanor.

"Hello, you must be Blair's mother", he greeted her.

She nodded to him and said: "I am and you must be the boy who just wanted to leave."

"I am", he replied and went out of the room, and he stayed there until she left and he returned to a crying Blair, held her hand and whipped away her tears.


The door was opened and Eleanor left the room.

"She wants to see you", she told him with a look that could have murdered him.

He stood up and wanted to push the door open but she held his arm and kept him away from entering the room.

"Don't you dare hurt her?!"

"I won't. I already hurt her enough but I am not the only one who did", he said and slipped out of her grip. He left her there thinking about what he just had said.

Then he entered the room.

TBC

Please review!

Okay nothing really happened in this chapter, I know and I am really sorry about that, but I have a kind of writer block… I don't know how to get trough this whole Chuck and Blair conversation so if you have any ideas feel free to let me know.

But I hope you enjoyed it anyway.