SOH8 Hello, my amazing readers!
I know I've been a horrible updater lately and I'm sorry, but that's my teachers whom you should really blame :)
I'm sorry to say so, but I'm really disappointed with the number of reviews. One. I mean, come on, did the last chapter really suck that much? Because if it didn't, than I would be very very grateful if you left a feedback. They usually are very motivating and spirits-lifting!
Many many many thanks to my constant reviewer, LeftWrighter224, you are amazing, thank you so much for your support! I'm very glad you enjoyed the last chapter, enjoy this one as well!
"Cyrus, Eleaonor, good morning" smiled Chuck softly as he entered the Waldorf's place the following morning.
"Charles, what a pleasant surprise" exclaimed Eleanor as Chuck's appearance really was a surprise for her.
"I'm sorry to intrude on you" said Chuck quickly, seeing the sarcasm in her words.
"Oh, no, no, no that is a pleasant surprise!" smiled Cyrus, pulling Chuck into a hug.
"Well, I'm going see to Blair later today, as we're finally allowed to, and I just wanted to ask you for something from her room to decorate the ward a little bit. I don't think she'll like the plain walls once she's awake" he explained, swallowing a hard lump that formed in his throat at the her name. As pathetic as it was he couldn't even mention her without that horrible stomach-clenching feeling.
"Oh, that's kind of sweet of you, Charles" Eleanor smiled approvingly. "Take anything that you feel would go" she added, knowing it wasn't necessary to show him the way.
"Thank you" he nodded, quickly climbing up the familiar steps. He could already feel memories filling his mind. He had rushed up that staircase a million times before. Back when they were children, when Blair was just his best friend's girlfriend, they would play all over the Waldor's penthouse. The said staircase was much of a pain when they played tag, but it still held it's mysterious fascination. Than, as the Victorola night changed everything, he had to build up his stamina to be able to carry her up the stairs in the drop-dead-romantic way. The staircase had always been something nice to him. Something leading to pleasure. But that day he knew he wasn't about to do anything enjoyable. Yet he wanted to do it for Blair, so he kept climbing up.
At last, the enormous staircase was over, and so was the hallway. He inhaled sharply and flung her bedroom's door open. He looked around and suddenly it hit him harder that he had ever expected it to. He knew being in her room was bound to be hard, but not that hard. He felt his knees trembling weakly and the next thing he knew was that he had slid all the way down the wall as his legs refused to support his weight.
"Blair, I need you to be okay.." he whispered hoarsely, shaking his head slowly in an attempt to banish the memories from his head. But he couldn't. The room was filled with Blair. Her sweet scent, her jewelry, her bedside table with one of her favorite books, her perfectly organized table and lots of framed pictures. All of a sudden he realized that they had been broken up for a very long time but she never took away pictures with him. He assumed that she would get rid of their pictures together just the way she did with Nate's photos when her fairytale with him had failed, yet there they were, two from their childhood, where the fact that they got photographed together was merely a coincidence, two set up pictures from the times when they were the official King and Queen of Manhattan and two pictures taken by Serena, both causing his heart sink by their happiness and sincerity. There also was a picture of Blair and Serena together in Paris, one of the whole NJBC at the Vanderbuilts' when they were something like nine and one of Blair and her Daddy. And not a single one of Louis, the Prince.
Chuck felt his breathing slowly even out, the shock of being in her room fading away. It was probably the fact that she had kept their pictures that lit up his spirits. He stood up cautiously, making sure his legs obeyed him again and reached for the pictures. He knew that having them in the ward was a good idea. It was then when his Blackberry buzzed. He quickly tookonies it and glanced at the screen, his eyes widening at the caller's ID. It was Nate calling him. He hesitated for a second and then pressed the 'ignore' button. He didn't want to have another fight with Nate and he still didn't feel like forgiving his horrible words. "If he calls again, I'll come up to the penthouse and meet him" he though, staring at the screen until it quickly went dark, then he slipped the phone back into his pocket.
Chuck entered the ward with a bunch of fresh peonies and the box from Blair's room in his hands. He looked around, examining the white walls and ceiling, then looked through the window and finally stared at his perfectly polished shoes for several seconds. Only then, as he couldn't delay any longer, he looked up at his girl.
"Hey, beautiful" he smiled softly. "You really are better, aren't you?" his smile widened as he looked all over her. The changes in her appearance would be obvious even to a complete stranger, let alone Chuck Bass. There still was a plenty of monitors around her, but only two IV needles were attached to her arm. There were no more bleeding open cuts on her face and even some of the bruises seemed to fade away. Her cheeks were now a soft shade of pink, her chest going up and down easily, the beeping around her constant and stable. Beep, beep, beep - her heart was beating rhythmically and reassuringly."You know, the doctor told me you were better and now I can see it myself" he stated, coming closer and leaning to kiss her forehead quickly before sitting down next to her.
"I have something for you today" he announced, placing the peonies in a vase on her bedside table and opening the box. "I though you might want something other than these sterile plain white things around you. So, here we go. Number one, Harold's Teddy bear he gave you for your third birthday" he gently placed the toy next to the vase. "Then, here's your pin. I've been dreaming to have it back for more than a year now" he murmured, playing with the golden pin. "But I think you need your heart yourself right now, don't you?" his smiled changed into quite a sad one as place the pin on the table too. "And finally, here are the pictures" he announced taking out of the box the nine framed photos, placing four of them next to the vase, pin and bear and walking over to the windowsill to put the rest of pictures down there.
"So, baby, I hope you like it once you're awake" he concluded, sitting back and taking her hand in his. "I think I haven't mentioned it today, Blair. I love you. You do understand that, right? That no matter what happens, I'll always be right here. I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go this time unless you truly want me to. Let's not play our games for once. I'm showing my cards - I love you and I want to be with you. Forever" he said seriously, hoping very much she could hear him. "Just please get better, baby.." he whispered, looking at her hand for several seconds before looking up at her face again. And then there it was, all of a sudden, a tear running down her check silently.
So, yeah, guys! I know it's super-mean, but that's where you have to wait for something like a week to know what's going to happen next! Meanwhile, leave a feedback!
I know I've been a horrible updater lately and I'm sorry, but that's my teachers whom you should really blame :)
I'm sorry to say so, but I'm really disappointed with the number of reviews. One. I mean, come on, did the last chapter really suck that much? Because if it didn't, than I would be very very grateful if you left a feedback. They usually are very motivating and spirits-lifting!
Many many many thanks to my constant reviewer, LeftWrighter224, you are amazing, thank you so much for your support! I'm very glad you enjoyed the last chapter, enjoy this one as well!
"Cyrus, Eleaonor, good morning" smiled Chuck softly as he entered the Waldorf's place the following morning.
"Charles, what a pleasant surprise" exclaimed Eleanor as Chuck's appearance really was a surprise for her.
"I'm sorry to intrude on you" said Chuck quickly, seeing the sarcasm in her words.
"Oh, no, no, no that is a pleasant surprise!" smiled Cyrus, pulling Chuck into a hug.
"Well, I'm going see to Blair later today, as we're finally allowed to, and I just wanted to ask you for something from her room to decorate the ward a little bit. I don't think she'll like the plain walls once she's awake" he explained, swallowing a hard lump that formed in his throat at the her name. As pathetic as it was he couldn't even mention her without that horrible stomach-clenching feeling.
"Oh, that's kind of sweet of you, Charles" Eleanor smiled approvingly. "Take anything that you feel would go" she added, knowing it wasn't necessary to show him the way.
"Thank you" he nodded, quickly climbing up the familiar steps. He could already feel memories filling his mind. He had rushed up that staircase a million times before. Back when they were children, when Blair was just his best friend's girlfriend, they would play all over the Waldor's penthouse. The said staircase was much of a pain when they played tag, but it still held it's mysterious fascination. Than, as the Victorola night changed everything, he had to build up his stamina to be able to carry her up the stairs in the drop-dead-romantic way. The staircase had always been something nice to him. Something leading to pleasure. But that day he knew he wasn't about to do anything enjoyable. Yet he wanted to do it for Blair, so he kept climbing up.
At last, the enormous staircase was over, and so was the hallway. He inhaled sharply and flung her bedroom's door open. He looked around and suddenly it hit him harder that he had ever expected it to. He knew being in her room was bound to be hard, but not that hard. He felt his knees trembling weakly and the next thing he knew was that he had slid all the way down the wall as his legs refused to support his weight.
"Blair, I need you to be okay.." he whispered hoarsely, shaking his head slowly in an attempt to banish the memories from his head. But he couldn't. The room was filled with Blair. Her sweet scent, her jewelry, her bedside table with one of her favorite books, her perfectly organized table and lots of framed pictures. All of a sudden he realized that they had been broken up for a very long time but she never took away pictures with him. He assumed that she would get rid of their pictures together just the way she did with Nate's photos when her fairytale with him had failed, yet there they were, two from their childhood, where the fact that they got photographed together was merely a coincidence, two set up pictures from the times when they were the official King and Queen of Manhattan and two pictures taken by Serena, both causing his heart sink by their happiness and sincerity. There also was a picture of Blair and Serena together in Paris, one of the whole NJBC at the Vanderbuilts' when they were something like nine and one of Blair and her Daddy. And not a single one of Louis, the Prince.
Chuck felt his breathing slowly even out, the shock of being in her room fading away. It was probably the fact that she had kept their pictures that lit up his spirits. He stood up cautiously, making sure his legs obeyed him again and reached for the pictures. He knew that having them in the ward was a good idea. It was then when his Blackberry buzzed. He quickly tookonies it and glanced at the screen, his eyes widening at the caller's ID. It was Nate calling him. He hesitated for a second and then pressed the 'ignore' button. He didn't want to have another fight with Nate and he still didn't feel like forgiving his horrible words. "If he calls again, I'll come up to the penthouse and meet him" he though, staring at the screen until it quickly went dark, then he slipped the phone back into his pocket.
Chuck entered the ward with a bunch of fresh peonies and the box from Blair's room in his hands. He looked around, examining the white walls and ceiling, then looked through the window and finally stared at his perfectly polished shoes for several seconds. Only then, as he couldn't delay any longer, he looked up at his girl.
"Hey, beautiful" he smiled softly. "You really are better, aren't you?" his smile widened as he looked all over her. The changes in her appearance would be obvious even to a complete stranger, let alone Chuck Bass. There still was a plenty of monitors around her, but only two IV needles were attached to her arm. There were no more bleeding open cuts on her face and even some of the bruises seemed to fade away. Her cheeks were now a soft shade of pink, her chest going up and down easily, the beeping around her constant and stable. Beep, beep, beep - her heart was beating rhythmically and reassuringly."You know, the doctor told me you were better and now I can see it myself" he stated, coming closer and leaning to kiss her forehead quickly before sitting down next to her.
"I have something for you today" he announced, placing the peonies in a vase on her bedside table and opening the box. "I though you might want something other than these sterile plain white things around you. So, here we go. Number one, Harold's Teddy bear he gave you for your third birthday" he gently placed the toy next to the vase. "Then, here's your pin. I've been dreaming to have it back for more than a year now" he murmured, playing with the golden pin. "But I think you need your heart yourself right now, don't you?" his smiled changed into quite a sad one as place the pin on the table too. "And finally, here are the pictures" he announced taking out of the box the nine framed photos, placing four of them next to the vase, pin and bear and walking over to the windowsill to put the rest of pictures down there.
"So, baby, I hope you like it once you're awake" he concluded, sitting back and taking her hand in his. "I think I haven't mentioned it today, Blair. I love you. You do understand that, right? That no matter what happens, I'll always be right here. I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go this time unless you truly want me to. Let's not play our games for once. I'm showing my cards - I love you and I want to be with you. Forever" he said seriously, hoping very much she could hear him. "Just please get better, baby.." he whispered, looking at her hand for several seconds before looking up at her face again. And then there it was, all of a sudden, a tear running down her check silently.
So, yeah, guys! I know it's super-mean, but that's where you have to wait for something like a week to know what's going to happen next! Meanwhile, leave a feedback!