A/N: OKay, so this chapter flips between who it's following and stuff, originally, this was going to be two small chapters but I decided it would work better if I just condensed them into one! There's actually two versions of this one, the first one being very happy and fluffy and then this one, which, in my opinion is still cute, but far more 'chair' but yeah haha, love to know what you think :) and a massive thank you to everyone who's already reviewed you are all amazing :) xo
-B
Chapter Ten
"I love you, Chuck Bass,"
There had been no way he'd misheard her.
No doubt as to what she had said.
She had looked him dead in the eye and whispered it, as though it was the most precious, sacred sentence that would ever pass her lips.
Her eyes had been glistening as the soft moonlight reflected off of the unshed tears, her hair was slightly mussed from burying herself into his arms but, in that moment, he didn't think that she had ever looked more beautiful.
She loved him.
And he had been so grateful for Harold's interruption, because, had he not stopped them, then Chuck would have said something stupid. He would've messed it all up.
But he also hated it, because now, he was stood outside some jewellers in Paris , and he was lost.
So completely and utterly lost.
He wanted to do nothing more than to just get back in that limo and drive off.
To run away,
back to New York, to Vermont, maybe even to the hotel his father owned in Monaco.
But there was also a part of him, a worryingly large part of him, that wanted nothing more than to run back. Back to that Chateaux and to Blair.
So he could hold her, look into those dazzling chocolate orbs and tell her the truth.
The one thing that, in that moment, he knew better than anything.
He loved her.
And he was scared.
Because he knew that he wasn't enough for her.
That he never would be.
Because girls like Blair Waldorf belonged with the Nate Archibald's of the world.
And the Chuck Bass's of the world?
They don't belong with anyone.
And just then, his eye caught sight of the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He smiled to himself,
Second most beautiful.
Blair smiled up at her father as he walked her back in the Chateaux and the party. Well what was left of it.
She looked around, her eyes automatically searching for Chuck.
She couldn't see him.
"I have a few things I need to do"
Maybe that meant that he was going back to their hotel?
She sighed, reaching into her clutch and retrieving her blackberry.
she had a few texts from Serena, checking that she was okay etc. but there was nothing from Chuck.
She sighed again before starting to text;
Where R U? xo
-B
She sent the text and ten put her phone away, turning back to her father who was now talking with Roman and his parents,
"Have you seen Chuck?"
He sat, staring at his phone while sipping scotch in his limo.
Scotch made everything better.
He shut his phone off and discarded it beside him on the leather seats without replying to the text.
He'd made his choice.
Four texts.
she had sent him four texts had he hadn't replied to one of them.
She was starting to get worried.
It had been at least an hour since he'd left her and no one had seen him since then.
"Daddy, I'm going to go back to the hotel, but are we still on for dinner tomorrow evening?" she asked, coming to stand beside her father at the bar,
"I'll see you tomorrow, Blair Bear! YOu should bring Charles, it would be nice to get to know him a little bit more!" She smiled and nodded,
"I'm sure he'd like that."
She walked into their hotel room to find it empty.
She sighed sadly, she was getting really, really worried by this point.
She had hoped he would be there, waiting for her, but, of course he wasn't/
Then, her phone started to ring.
She answered it without without bothering to look at the caller ID,
"Chuck?" she asked, almost desperately.
"Hello? A gentleman left his phone at my bar twenty minuets ago, yours was the first number on his speed dial, Miss?" the voice on the other end said,
and then, Blair Waldorf started to panic.
Chuck had been at a bar?
Alone?
"What's the name of the bar? I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Blair Waldorf, my boyfriend left his cell here about half an hour ago!" Blair said impatiently when she reached the bar, not even stopping to realise that it was the first time she had ever actually referred to Chuck as her 'boyfriend',
"Wait, you're Blair?" the bar tender asked, eyebrows raised,
"Yes?" Blair snapped,
"Nothing, just you have one dedicated boyfriend, Miss" She looked at him in confusion, "He came in here, already pretty drunk and getting drunker by the minuet, but, when some gorgeous girl approached him, he pushed her away,"
"Blairrr?" Chuck had slurred at the small brunette who had approached him,
"I can be Blair if you want, handsome?" She had replied seductively, placing a suggestive hand on his chest. But the girl had been a little bit too tall, and her hair had been a little too straight for her to be Blair, so Chuck pushed her away,
"No." He had said firmly, "You not Blairrr, only Blair touchmee," He slurred, then he'd stood up, far too quickly for someone in his current state, "Find Blairrrr, tell her Iloveeeherrrr," And then, he'd stumbled towards the door, leaving his cell phone on the surface of the bar while the girl flounced away in annoyance and the bar tender looked on.
Blair beamed at the bar tender as he finished his story,
"Thank you," she said honestly, "I think I know where he's gone," she turned to leave, placing CHuck's phone carefully into her clutch,
"Another thing, miss," the bar tender called, causing Blair to turn,
"Yes?"
"Your boyfriend left this," he said, handing her a small envelope, she took it, smiling before turning and walking out of the bar.
Blair found Chuck sat on the bench by the fountain she had shown him earlier that day.
She had told him that it was her favourite place in this part of France, and that, whenever she had come out here for holidays with her father, he would always take her here so she could throw a penny in and make a wish.
She had told him about the time that she had fallen out with her mother when she was fifteen and she'd run, all the way from their hotel to the fountain in a pair of heals.
"I was so furious, I didn't really even concentrate on where I was going, and…I ended up here. It's always been my little safe haven of sorts," she had said, laughing fondly at the memory,
"Well, now I know where to find you when you run off," He had chuckled, "In case of missing Blair, just go find the nearest water fountain," he had joked,
"Shutup, Bass! It's a wishing well, you throw a coin in, make a wish and all your wishes come true!" she had said, trying to scold but just sounding far too happy for it to be convincing.
It was funny how, even on what promised to be a really miserable day, he could always make her smile.
And as he wordlessly handed her a coin from his pocket, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness.
She had tossed it in, scrunching up her eyes and making a wish,
"What did you wish for?" He had asked her, later that day while they were eating dinner at her favourite restaurant, "Me?" he'd chided, she kicked him playfully under the table,
"You wish, Bass!" she had paused before continuing and saying, "I'm not telling! If you tell someone what you wish for, it won't come true."
She had wished that he would stay.
Chuck, looked up when he heard the gentle but unmistakable clatter of stilettoes on paved ground,
"Blairrr," he slurred in a horse whisper,
"I'm here, Chuck," she murmured, sitting down beside him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.
He buried his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent.
She could smell the scotch on his breath as she held him in her arms, and she sighed,
"What were you thinking going and getting drunk like that, Bass?" she scolded, "You…you scared me," she said, slightly softer now,
At this, he looked up at her,
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, she sighed again, but this time it was a fond sort of sigh, and handed him a bottle of water she had bought on her way to fetch him,
"Drink," she instructed, handing it out to him and watching as he took a long swig from it,
"Come on, we better get you back to the hotel while you can still walk,"
"Blair," Chuck said, as she helped him to his feet, the fog in his mind already lifting slightly with her presence, and the help of the water,
"Yes?" She asked,
"I'm scared,"
It was barely more than a whisper, but she heard it loud and clear,
"So am I, Chuck," she replied quietly, "But, it'll be okay... I promise,"
"Blair," he said again, his mind becoming clearer by the second, especially when he noticed the beautiful gift bag that lay, discarded underneath the bench.
He leant down to pick it up and his head spun, but he grabbed it none the less. Blair looked on in confusion as she steadied him,
"What's that?" she asked, suspiciously,
"I…I got it for you, Blair, I…" he trailed off and reached inside the bag to retrieve the long black box inside, deciding it was better if she just looked at the gift.
He opened the box and held it out in front of her,
"Chuck," Blair breathed as her eyes darted over the diamond necklace nestled inside the box, "It's beautiful…wa-"
"Something this beautiful, deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty," he murmured, pulling her towards him as he took the necklace from the box and placed it around her neck, fastening it securely in place,
"I love you, Blair," he said quietly as he helped her straighten the necklace,
She looked up then, her eyes wide and filled with tears, as she placed her hand over his lightly,
"I've loved you since we were twelve years old and just two kids playing truth or dare in some hot tub-" he didn't get to finish because Blair cut him off, crushing her lips against his. He tasted so familiar, like scotch and spearmint toothpaste and cigarettes all blended together to create a taste that was so completely unique to him.
"Say it again," She whispered against his lips,
"Three words, eight letters," he paused, staring into her chocolate eyes, "I love you," He said it more firmly this time, before reconnecting their lips,
"I love you too," she whispered.
And they were so caught up in each other and the romance of the moment, with their three words eight letter confessions that they didn't notice the camera flash go off from the other side of the square.
Blair didn't want the moment to ever end.
He loved her.
And suddenly, everything else seemed far too irrelevant.
They returned to the camp two days later to a great deal of drama.
People were whispering from the moment they stepped back through the front doors,
"Do you know what's going on, Bass?" Blair asked as they walked through the crowded corridors accompanied by the hushed mutters that had been their fan fair all day.
"Not a clue," he said in confusion.
When they finally made it back to Blair's room, they were meat with a very unpleasant surprise.
Their hall had been empty and so, given the sudden and very welcome break from the crowds, Chuck decided to take full advantage of it, pushing Blair gently against the wall and locking their lips together in a hungry kiss, she had purred in his ear as he kissed a trail up and down her jaw before bringing her lips back up to hers,
"I love you," she had breathed, winding her hands in his hair as he pressed his body against her, almost crushing her against the wall, he'd growled and kissed her harder,
"Your place or mine?" he whispered seductively in her ear before nibbling her lobe gently,
"There opposite each other, Bass, whichever we get to first," she'd said, sliding out from between him and the wall and tugging him along by the hand in the direction of their rooms.
They had pushed through the door, lips locked and not paying any attention to anything except from each other. It was when Chuck started to unbutton Blair's dress that someone coughed awkwardly.
The couple sprung apart in complete and utter astonishment.
Blair's mouth fell open however, when her gaze fell on the two people in her room,
A tall blonde sat, cross legged on the bed that the couple had originally been heading for with her hands in her hair and a worried, and slightly embarrassed expression on her face,
The other was also blonde, he had his hands folded across his chest and was outright glaring daggers at the slightly dishevelled pair who were now trying far too hard not to touch, as Blair straightened her hairband and smoothed down her skirt while Chuck re buttoned his shirt,
"Serena," Blair managed weakly, "Nate,"
A/N: ahhhhh! okay, so HE FINALLY SAID IT! But, looks like trouble in paradise because Nate and Serena are there! Hopefully that'll be interesting! Hope you liked it, please feel free to leave a review telling me what you think :) xo
-B