A/N: Okay, so after how many months, I decide to update. Thanks so much to xoxoDanSerena for the review which pushed me to post the last chapter of this story. Thanks also to those who reviewed the past chapter.
Sorry, it's so outdated. Refresh: Dan and Serena have broken up and Blair's to the rescue. :D I don't know if it still fits in the GG timeline coz everything has been happening so fast and I haven't had the time to watch the latest episodes.
That being said, please read and review. ;D Thank you!
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CHAPTER 5: I Know, I Heard
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Blair Waldorf was Blair Waldorf; manipulative, spoiled, genius, and… a true friend of Serena's. He had to hand her that. This clearly explains why he, Dan Humphrey, felt as if he was slapped in the face and brought back to his senses. There, he stood in front of Serena van der Woodsen's front door, not quite ready to face her but knowing clearly well where his heart was... and to whom it belonged. This explains the bouquet of flowers on one hand and the pieces of paper on the other.
He wasn't actually sure if he was ready to face her. Would he just leave the flowers and note by the door? He stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he unconsciously traversed the still corridor staring at the whiteness of her door. He finally stopped, a few inches from her door.
"Hey…" he said.
Good start, he thought sarcastically, as he stared at the door. He took a deep uncomfortable breath.
"I know I'm not your favorite person right now, but please, hear me out," he rehearsed. His heart started hammering on his ribcage as his clammy hands tightened their grip on the neat handwritten pieces of paper and perfectly arranged flowers.
"I'm a jerk," he started, raising an eyebrow as he realized how pathetic 'I'm a jerk' sounded.
"I… I… I can't do anything that wouldn't remind me of you. Every little thing reminds me of how completely stupid I am to let you go," he started.
"It's just, I just… I still love you, Serena. I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you… and I never stopped. Okay, I'm sorry, that sounded so cliché… For a writer, I should actually know what to stay," he was rambling, "but there are no other words to explain it," he said with a sigh, getting into the moment.
"You lying to me broke my heart, to tell you honestly. My heart is for you, Serena, please know that. And it hurts for it to be broken by that person you give it to so willingly and so lovingly. But, it hurts even more for me to get reminded of you every day and not have you with me," he said more to himself, realizing that he wouldn't actually have the guts to say all these things to Serena.
"I love you, Serena," he said truthfully, letting his guard down, dropping his hands to his sides, loosening his grip. As he did so, the pieces of paper slid from his hand. He sighed heavily as he reached for a piece near the side of his shoe. He rubbed his eyes with his sleeve and when he was about to reach for the other piece, something caught his eye.
He knew that hand anywhere. Long, slender, perfect, candle-stick shaped fingers with a perfect manicure. He loved her hands. Seeing her hand on his paper made his heart beat even faster. He knew he would feel ashamed if she read it in front of him.
He was deep in thought as he freely expressed his feelings that he didn't have the slightest clue she was there. He was so caught in the moment that he didn't hear the elevator ring revealing that one person that mattered to him at that moment… or in every moment.
She picked up the paper with her free hand, stole a glance at the writing, and started to extend her arm to his, paper in hand. She cleared her throat and sniffed softly. The moment his eyes met hers everything seemed to have disappeared. His perfectly rehearsed words were gone; his breath was caught in his chest; and his heart seemed to have stopped. To them, everything seemed to have dissolved; all that was left was the both of them, staring at each other, missing each other.
She had tears threatening to spill from her eyes as they looked at each other longingly. It felt like a dream and both were too afraid to move. He didn't have a clue as to how much she heard of his little speech, but she heard enough. He felt so guilty to see the tears in her eyes, knowing it was because of him.
"Dan, what are you doing here?" she whispered.
She didn't know what to do.
He didn't either.
"Here. You dropped this," Serena said, breaking the static.
"No, they're for you," he said, as he handed her the rest of the pieces.
"A jerk is what I am," he started. Great, he rehearsed a whole perfect speech ending up to sound pathetic in front of her.
"I'm not your favorite person right now, I know that… Please just read it," he said, losing every single word, numb from the peak of his emotions.
"And know that I'm sorry," he finished, handing her the flowers.
"Okay," was all Serena could mutter as she wiped her tears. "Uh, thanks," she muttered awkwardly as she unlocked the door. Dan gave a weak smile as he turned to leave.
"And Dan," she said, making Dan turn his head hopefully.
"I'm sorry too," she said. "I'm so sorry."
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That was that, he thought. The moment kept on replaying in his head as he cursed himself for being so stupid. Why didn't he just tell her how he felt? It's supposed to be that simple. He was just to tell her everything and how much he loved her and beg her to take him back… Simple!
"You couldn't even tell the love of your life how much you love her. Stupid, stupid, stupid…" he said to himself.
"I think my front door was crying from your speech…" her cracked voice came from behind him. "…and I'm crying from this," she said to his back holding up the pieces of paper. Even if he wasn't looking, he knew she was referring to his work.
"And I hopped into the elevator praying that you took the stairs," she said.
His serious and desolate face broke into a smile.
"I did," he said.
He turned to face her. Her hair was a mess and she had tears in her eyes, but to him, she was perfect. He wordlessly and eagerly approached her. She smiled as the tears continued to come.
A few inches apart, he reached out, tenderly wiping the tears from her cheeks and tucking blonde locks from her face.
She stuck her forehead to his, closed her eyes, and smiled as he placed his hand in her cheeks.
"I love you. I never stopped," he whispered to her.
"I know. I heard," she said laughing quietly, genuinely happy remembering his "little" speech.
He missed her laugh.
"And I love you," she said as she crushed her lips to his.
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A/N: I know it's cheesy... I just really miss the Derena scenes, lol. Please review. Reviews make me happy. Thanks!