Disclaimer; I don't own any of the Gossip Girl characters unfortunately.
(Blair's POV)
The next morning, I woke up surprisingly early. The light streaming through my window lighting up my clock showing me the time was 9.15. It felt good to be up this early after weeks of brooding and hardly leaving my room. I pulled myself up slowly, being cautious of my ankle and threw back my sheets. Swinging my legs round, I grabbed my crutches and slowly made my way over to my dressing table. Crutches were harder to use than they looked. Finally I sat down in front of the mirror and started to brush my hair. I choose a light pink silk headband which matched my nightdress and slide it in my hair.
Yesterday, I decided I was going to be my old self and look what that gave me – a broken ankle. Maybe the universe is trying to give me a sign. I feel different now and maybe that's important. Maybe I'm not meant to be the same Blair. A new and improved Blair, Version 2.0. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought some things will never change, some aspects of myself will always be there because that's who I am but I want to be a better person. Especially if it means the universe won't break any other bones in my body.
I got up and slowly managed to use my crutches to get out of my room and to the stairs. I stood at the top of them and wondered how I was going to get down. Our apartment had an elevator however this only transported you from the lower level to the reception, not from the upper level where I was to the lower one. That was a really stupid idea if you ask me. I stood contemplating my options for a second. There's no way I was going down the stairs for the first time on my own, I'd break my neck not just my ankle. On the other hand I don't want to wake my mother or Cyrus up. It's the weekend and they're having a lie-in. Sighing I made up my mind and looked around quickly for any potential witnesses. When I saw none I held both sticks in one hand and held onto the banister with the other. Slowly I lowered myself to the floor. Slowly I slide down one step at a time. I almost shook my head at myself – who'd of ever thought Blair Waldorf would be sliding down the stairs on her ass on a Sunday morning?
Finally I reached the bottom safely and managed to pull myself back up into a standing position, before hopping off in the direction of the kitchen with a satisfied smile on my face. Before long I was sat at the counter with a croissant and a glass of juice when my phone started to buzzed. As I started to wonder who was phoning me this early on a Sunday morning, the words Cabbage Patch flashed up on the screen.
"What do you want Humphrey", I asked as I flipped my phone open.
"Erm... well, I was ringing to see if you're ok. I just thought…" He replied
"Well, I'm fine and I don't need you checking up on me. I'm a big girl and I can look after myself without anyone else's help" I retorted, starting to regret it immediately, thinking about Blair 2.0. "Wait, Humphrey. That was kind of harsh; you were only looking out for me I guess. I'm fine and … thank you for yesterday"
"You're welcome Blair. I'll leave you to it then", he said and then I heard a click signifying he'd hung up.
Somehow, I found myself sat in my kitchen feeling almost iguilty/i for getting angry at Dan Humphrey. The world was really changing…
(Dan POV)
I can't believe I was so stupid. Although in a normal world it wouldn't be so weird. If a person helps someone who almost gets run over and subsequently breaks her ankle, it would be completely normal to ring said to be ask how they were. But Blair isn't normal, not in the same context with me anyway. We're from two completely different worlds. I shouldn't have rang.
I've pretty spend all morning thinking about and again I don't know why. Since when do I care about what Blair Wardorf thinks? I shut down the lid to my laptop and put it in my bag along with the charger and grabbing my keys and wallet I left the loft and headed out the door.
I walked to the nearest Starbucks with the intention of grabbing a coffee and sitting in the back of the shop while attempting to gain inspiration for my newest story. So far I hadn't even managed to even complete the character profiles and it had been almost a week. I walked inside the coffee store and looked around. It wasn't too busy but there was enough for me to 'people-watch' and hopefully get some ideas. I joined the back of the queue, scanning the board deciding whether to have my usual or something new for a change. A noise behind me caught my attention, turning around I saw someone was trying to get the door open by pushing it with their back. Confused I quickly looked around to make sure I wouldn't lose my spot in the queue if I helped them, and seeing no one nearby I walked the few steps. I opened the door slowly, hoping to give the person enough notice to move rather than fall inside. She sighed thankfully and moved the shopping bags into her other hand and then a crutch and as she turned, I found myself looking in to the eyes of Blair Waldorf. She looked equally shocked back at me.
"Erm, thank you Humphrey", she said quietly as she hopped into the shop. Her crutches were shaking ever so slightly, showing signs of tiredness from the shopping trip her bags suggest she has had today.
"Blair, what's your order? You look like you've shopped and now you're about to drop. Go find a table at the back" I told her after a seconds thought. Even though we didn't get on, it wasn't fair to expect her to stand there shaking in the queue from exhaustion. She let a small smile show on her face as she told me what she wanted to drink and slowly hopped to the back of the store to find a table.
5 minutes later, with two drinks in hand, I found her half lying on one of the leather couches. As soon as she saw me, she shuffled up into a sitting position with a face that almost looked as if I'd found her in a compromising position.
"It was pretty comfy", she said sheepishly
"Don't move on my account. Us Brooklyn folk are often found slouching on couches", I said jokingly as I passed over her drink, "what are you doing out on your own?"
Blair's eyes darted to my face at this comment, "Humphrey I may have broken my ankle but that doesn't mean I'm going to sit around on house arrest until it's healed". She took a sip of her drink and admitted, "My parents don't know".
"Ahh, I see", I chuckled, "The great escape – Wardorf style. They don't want you to go out alone is because they're worried about you and hey, they're right. It would have took you at least half an hour to get in here if I didn't help you"
She giggled under her breath. We sat for a while enjoying the quiet and watching the people in the café go about their daily lives.
(Blair's POV)
When we finished our drinks, I thought about the struggle I'm going to have to get home. There was no way I'd consider walking and to even to call one of the cars, I'd have to walk a fair distance and then struggle into it with my bags and crutches. Suddenly my mouth opened and words that I'd never expect to say fell from my throat.
"I don't suppose you want to ride back with me? I mean just give you a lift back to Brooklyn not to my place!" sighing, I tried again, "It'd would be a great help if you could, I didn't really consider how I was going to climb into the car with all my bags and things"
"Sure, but I'll help you up to the loft then get a cab back. Even with the elevator I don't think you'd make it back with that many shopping bags", he replied.
So 15 minutes later he was helping me into the elevator while he held all of my bags. We stood in silence as the soft melody of the music emerged from the speakers and into our ears. Suddenly it stopped and the doors open revealing my apartment. I thanked him and attempted to take all of the bags.
"It's ok. I'll take them up for you but then I promise that I'll leave right away", he suggested. Slowly we made our way up the stairs, me holding onto one crutch and the banister with the other hand while Humphrey walked slowly behind me as if he was ready to throw everything on the floor and catch me if I slipped and fell. We eventually got to the top of the staircase and although I wasn't going to admit it to Humphrey, I was quite proud of myself for getting up the staircase without having to resort to sliding on my ass again.
"It's the room at the end", I nodded towards it with my head, "Go ahead, I'll be a few minutes". He walked passed me and went to put my bags down in my room. When I got there I found him staring at my DVD collection.
"Sorry", he started when he noticed I'd entered, "I just didn't peg you to be the type of girl to have The Dreamers" in your DVD collection.
"Well, I love Eva Green in it. Besides, all the characters share a love for the classics just like I do, just because it's a bit too risqué for you Humphrey"
"Actually, I love this film, I just haven't seen it for ages", he countered.
"The DVD players over there if you want to put it on", I said to him without considering the consequences, "but make sure it's clear in your head Humphrey, we're only watching this as two…"
"Non-friends" he replied with a smile, placing the DVD in the tray.
We watched the film sat from opposite ends of the bed, joining in with parts that we knew, listening carefully to the parts we had forgotten. To be honest, he wasn't such bad company.
A/N; Here's the second chapter! I'm not going to be able to update this often normally as I'm getting towards my uni exams, but I don't want to keep this to myself now I've finished. I didn't realise until I posted the first chapter how much it chopped and changed between the POVs. It doesn't look so bad on word, but hopefully this chapter is a lot better.
P.s Thank you so much to the people who have reviewed already – it's only been up a few hours. It's been turning me into a giddy child practically clapping at my screen. Perhaps I should get out more :). Thanks again!
P.p.s While The Dreamers is an amazing film that I recommend, it may not be suitable for certain viewers. PLEASE read up about it first and only watch if you are old enough according to the certificate!