AN: It's been a while since I published anything, but i've been busy with school and yeah it's an excuse we've heard dozens of times, but every time it's been true...at least for me. I don't know if anyone is reading this story but whoever is, thank you and as always I hope it catches your interest. Note that I am not a native english speaker, and that I haven't written in a long time so my writing is very rusty, I hope in time it will improve. All error belong to me.
He knew better. Knew being the keyword of his entire life. He knew that Serena and him weren't meant to last, knew that Vanessa wasn't as truthful as she claimed she was and knew that this thing with Blair and her wedding was doomed to be a disaster. Disaster for his heart and health. It didn't take too long for the news to reach Gossip girl and when they had, Louis had already left the country for a meeting in Germany.
"So, what's on the agenda for today, cake tasting?" Dan asks hopefully.
Blair turns her gaze away from the screen of her iPhone that she is so close to almost breaking. Her fiancée last words to her had been a text that said; "Have fun".
Blair made no effort in hiding her despise for Dan. There was no way she was letting a boy from Brooklyn have any say in her wedding, friend or not, he was not fit for this kind of event and she had no idea what Louis was thinking when he went to Dan for help.
"Listen here Humphrey if you even for a second think I'm over your little pathetic excuse for a book, you are wrong. You are only here because Louis made me swear to let someone assist me in the wedding preps if I had known it would be you I would have cancelled the wedding months ago... as it is now, I can't. Too many arrangements have already been settled so you just zip your lips and do as I say. Understood?"
"Don't you think you are being a little too dramatic?"
"Humphrey what did I say?"
"You really want me to repeat your entire speech about how much you resent me?"
Blair's cheeks turned into a color of wine red while her shoulders were tense enough to give her cramps. She groans loudly, flings her hands in the air and walks into the kitchen ordering for something that sounded like "a frying pan to smash his head"
He wishes Louis had taken him with him. Germany must be fun, and oh the pretty streets of history he could get lost in. And the waffles! Probably not as nice as what he supposes the French have but hey…it's Germany they make up for it with their beer. Not that he has ever had German beer but at least he knows it's a Blair free country. Speaking of the brunette, she is currently a wreck practically running around like a hormonal pregnant woman on a sugar high. The worst combination ever. At least she doesn't carry a special newspaper in her purse to assault him anymore. He never knew a Vogue magazine could hurt so much but Blair apparently chose her weapons with care and wise but right now he wishes nothing more than Blair to knock him out. It's the fifth flower shop they have visited and each everyone one of them offered all kinds of scents the nature has to offer but this one is starting to give him allergies. His nose is twitching at all the variation of smells and he tries to itch it with his fingers sneakily, but Blair is once again there to reprimand him and slaps his arm followed by a loud echoing sound effect indicating the harsh impact. If only it was a little higher to hit his head. He glares at her without a thought and sinks in his stance when he realizes that she didn't give a care to participate in a battle of their usual banter. The wedding must really be important to her if he can't have a minute of her attention. Dan sighs and trails after the flower shop owner as she and Blair discuss flower arrangements. Even though Dan would mostly entertain himself with thoughts on his new book and his future he couldn't help but overhear Blair choice of flowers.
"What flower were you considering?" He cut in with interest. Blair raised an eyebrow and decided to loosen the leash she had on the boy. But definitely not without a remark.
"First of all Humphrey I wasn't considering, I was stating my choice of flowers, you don't actually think I'm going with a single type flower do you? But to answer your question I was going with pink lilies as the main theme at the reception."
An idea popped up in Dan's head and he could barely control his enthusiasm and therefore completely dismissing Blair's reply.
"You're having antique white for the tablecloth right? Now this is just an idea, but there is this Persian flower called Maryam, it would be perfect for the reception Blair. It's soft white and with just a decent tinge of light pink and it has this unique scent that would compliment the entire reception hall. You have to see it!"
"What, Dan-"
He cuts of the bewildered brunette who's trying to form some sort of syllable of words, he grasps her soft hand in his and drags her off to the old computer he spotted at the corner of the shop. He doesn't even register the fact that Blair's hand is still very much clasped in his and that she's staring at their hands instead of the flower he is googling.
"Blair! Look I found it!" His enthusiasm still very much intact, Dan is smiling lightly for the first time since Louis left him in charge with Blair and it's the first time he feels that Blair might not be reluctant to him and his ideas. When he still doesn't get the response his waiting for he turns to look at her but notices that her gaze is somewhere else, to be specific on their entwined hands. He savors the touch of her elegant hand in his before unwillingly releasing her. Blair sobers up with an uncharacteristic smirk and turns her attention to the screen Dan was pointing seconds earlier. Blair inches closer to the image of the flower and scrutinizes every detail and curve of the flower. It truly is as beautiful as Dan had described it. The blades are curved into a shape as if they're holding something in a fit cocoon while some of the others are wide open, longing for something to captivate.
"They're beautiful." Blair murmurs softly and swiftly turns around to face the flower arranger.
"Do you have any here?" And her upper east side diva attitude is back.
"I'm sorry Miss Waldorf although a terrific suggestion from your friend here, they are currently out of season, may I recommend something else or the pink lilies you had in mind?" Dan watched the tension arise in Blair, she was probably scolding at her self for giving him a say at all. However because he knows Blair Waldorf he also knows that she wont settle for anything less and that her patience runs very low, especially when it comes to him and her wedding.
"The lilies don't sound like bad idea either, it was just a spontaneous idea about that flower Blair"
As he expected, he sees her turn around with that gleam in her eyes that is enough warning for everyone within a mile range to know to back off, and this is clearly his cue. He raises his hands in quick defense in front of his face and turns around to investigate the rest of the shop. He pretends he doesn't hear the threatening tone of Blair's voice when she orders the visibly terrified lady to "have flowers on arrival in a week from this moment", but can't choke the slight chuckle that erupts from his throat. Blair turns her head so fast he almost trips on his feet at the sudden glare but clears his throat innocently before continuing his mini adventure.
Some contract papers later, required for the specific flowers Dan had suggested which he took very much pride in, they were wrapped up for the rest of the day and heading towards home. The writer rests his head on the window as several dark grey buildings flash by, it's been a long day though somewhat fulfilling, he can't wait to serve himself a cup of hot chamomile tea before heading to bed. These days he didn't acquire the energy to attend any of the parties Serena had bugged him about or the energy to stay up late. To be in love with a dream that was Blair Waldorf was harder than he had expected. The sweet voice of the said girl pulls him out of his misery and he twists his neck to watch her.
"Yes?" he says searchingly.
"I was just asking if you are OK, you look kind of pale." Comes her innocent, clueless reply.
He smiles uneasily before he nods.
"I'm good"
Blair rolls her eyes and retorts with a mumble that sounded something like"eloquent as always"
TBC
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