I can't believe it! It's already the third chapter. *Squeals*. This story will have around 6-8 chapters. In this chapter, you're going to have your own dose of a Waldorf nightmare. Yes, I mean Blair's nightmare based on a Hepburn movie. I myself am obsessed with Audrey's movies, Breakfast at Tiffany's I've seen about a million times. But this nightmare is based on Roman Holiday, set in the last scene, the press conference, right before Joe Bradley walks away and the screen says, "The End," so obviously, Blair is Princess Ann (Audrey Hepburn), and Chuck is Joe Bradley (Gregory Peck). If you haven't seen Roman Holiday, I suggest you watch the press conference scene on YouTube or something to understand the nightmare, and of course, this nightmare has it's own classic Waldorf twist. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Roman Holiday


"If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just... passes you by..."

~ Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding

Blair was sitting on a fancy chair (that looked sort of like a throne) on a large podium, with an entourage of counts behind her, looking down on rows and rows of people standing behind a rope, all their eyes on her. Some of the people standing behind the rope had big cameras, the old-fashioned kind that can blind you if it flashes too brightly, others just standing there looking up at her, and she smiled at them as she looked around, and her smile widened when she saw Chuck, who standing in the front row, wearing a grey suit. He smiled back at her.

"The floor is now open for questions," said a voice from Blair's right side.

"Your highness, what is the outlook of trade relations between your nation and ours?" Asked a man from the third row.

"I have every faith in it," Blair said, feeling Chuck's eyes on her "As I have faith in relations between people." She looked back at Chuck, who still had that subtle smile on his face, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Your highness, which was your favourite city to visit?" A man from the second row asked.

There was a pause, as Blair was thinking of what to say. "Each one was different in its own way..." she started "It would be difficult to..." she broke off, and decided to tell them the truth. "New York. By all means, New York."

Hearing what she said, the crowd gasped and smiled, glad that she chose New York as her favourite city. After a few more questions, the floor was closed to questions, when suddenly, Chuck spoke.

"Your highness," he started, making the whole crowd look at him. "It would be difficult to let go of our...history. And I have to ask you...Do you love me?" he asked, quite seriously.

Blair was quite shocked. "I beg your pardon?" she asked, trying to pretend that she didn't hear what he just said.

She was speechless. What were you supposed to say? All people in the room looked at her for an answer, but the only person that mattered was Chuck. "I...I...I...uh..." she stuttered, doing her best not to look stupid in front of the press.

When all she did was stutter and stutter, Chuck slowly turned around, as though he knew her answer would be no, and he rather not hear it and headed for the exit. This made Blair panic.

"No!" she cried. "No! Please...Don't leave!" she kept saying, but her pleas fell on his deaf ears, and he left anyway. "No, NO!"


Blair awoke with a jerk. She took off her sleeping mask looked around, and seeing that she was in her bedroom, sighed in relief. Roman Holiday, she thought. Since when are my Roman Holiday dreams nightmares?

She groaned in frustration. She reached for her phone on the night stand and checked the time. 6:45. Crap! And with that, she pushed her bed sheet aside, and headed for her bathroom to take a bath and change.

Going out of her bathroom, she looked down and saw what she was wearing and pleased. She was wearing a black Givenchy dress that looked like what Audrey Hepburn wore in the first scene in Breakfast at Tiffany's, with a pearl necklace to top it off. But of course, she didn't forget to wear the Tiffany necklace that Chuck gave her through Nate, and tucked it inside her dress, bringing it closer to her heart. She decided to wear a pair of black Jimmy Choo flats, to make it look more demure, and let her hair down, thinking that it would be too costume-y if she wore her hair in a French twist like Audrey did. Needless to say, if Chuck were to see her in this dress, it would be a subtle way of saying, 'Please watch Breakfast at Tiffany's with me.'

When she got to the airport (which was very crowded), she stood on her toes and looked around for Chuck, immediately regretting wearing flats.

Moments later, she spotted him...and her heart melted when she did. He was wearing a black Armani suit, coat on his arm, carrying his suitcases. His handsome face stood out from the others. He couldn't look more like...Chuck. Just...Chuck.

All of a sudden, a tall blonde red-lipped woman came up behind him and seductively kissed his neck, and he easily reciprocated. Blair felt like she was going to be sick, a blonde bimbo had her arms around Chuck, her Chuck! Hold on, since when did he become hers? Never mind. She saw him pull out some money from his pocket and handed it to her. Oh God. She was like, Marilyn Monroe compared to her, and when it comes to sexy, Marilyn Monroe always wins. What happened? Blair thought. Years ago, he stopped with all the whores and bimbos, now he's doing it again?

Moments after the blonde woman left, Chuck spotted Blair and smirked at her, raising his arms slightly, as though expecting her to run to him jump into his arms in an embrace. Blair however, blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and turned away from him, pushing against the crowd and ran away from him.

"Blair!" she heard him call her name, but she just kept running, not looking back once. "Blair!"

She kept running until she couldn't hear him anymore, not even looking back once and nest thing she knew, she was near the exit and took a cab home, feeling a lump in her throat and tears rolling down her cheeks.

Once she got home, she ran up to her bedroom, locked the door, kicked off her shoes, and belly-flopped onto her bed, crying. Her face was flat on her bed, and stayed like that until she couldn't breathe anymore and she had to turn her head to the side. She stayed like that for thirty minutes. Slowly, she got up, put a hand inside her purse and got her phone, which has been ringing off the hook since she left the airport, and when she checked it, there were fourteen missed calls from, you guessed it, Chuck. Just then, it rang again, and Blair rejected the call without any hesitation whatsoever.

She got up and walked over to her bathroom to look at her reflection in the mirror, wiped away her tears, trying to make sure she didn't look like she just cried. She knew that Chuck would come over and visit her any minute now and she didn't want him to see her with tear streaks on her face. Luckily, her mascara was waterproof.

Making sure that there weren't any more signs of her crying earlier, she fixed her hair, washed her face and went back to her bed.

And then, in no less than five minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. She didn't answer it. There was another knock, followed by Chuck's voice. "Blair," he called, knocking repeatedly. "Blair, I know you're in there. Open up. I brought you gifts."

She groaned inwardly. Did he have to know all of the things that cheered her up? Oh, wait. Of course he did. Sighing, she got up, unlocked the door, and opened it, and there he was, pink peonies in one hand her favourite macaroons in the other, with his trademark smirk on his face, but in his eyes, was a look that said, 'Please forgive me.' "What do you want, Bass?" she said a little too colder than she intended.

"Blair," he started. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday, but I have gifts to make up for it, here I have your favourite flowers, and favourite macaroons."

Blair looked at the two items, took them and looked back up at him. "What do you say, Waldorf? Forgive me?"

There was a look in his eyes that was so sincere, she couldn't take anymore...She knew she couldn't stay mad at him forever. She smiled and hugged him, and obviously, he hugged her back. "I'm sorry I overreacted earlier, and that I didn't answer you calls" she said quietly, running her fingers through his hair softly as he did the same to hers. "I guess I was mad at you for missing my birthday, and missed you at the same time that I-"

"I know," he said softly. "It's okay."

She pulled away from him slightly, allowing herself to look at him. "I missed you," she said.

"I missed you too," he replied, smiling at her. "We can go shopping if you want to," he continued, but looked her up and down and said, "Although, judging by the attire you have on, why don't we just watch Tiffany's instead?"

"Oh, no...I can't," she said. "I have to catch up on some sleep, and I'm pretty sure you do too, so...maybe tomorrow," she lied, although she really did need to catch up on sleep, she didn't think she would be able to sleep at all.

He nodded. "I understand," he said, sounding completely sincere, but Blair knew he wasn't completely convinced, even though she had a long party last night. "I'll see you soon," with that, he left.

Blair just stayed there, wishing that he could stay longer, and at the same time, still mad at him for relapsing into his old ways. But he was still as charming as ever, and if she wasn't mad, she would've completely melted into his arms. Instead, she called Serena.

"Serena," she said over the phone. "Get your ass over here right now."

Poor Serena.

Later, Blair heard a few heels clicking outside her bedroom door, and knew that Serena was already there, and Serena, in usual van der Woodsen women fashion, arrived there a little later than expected.

Blair opened the door before Serena even got the chance to knock, and saw Serena, with Nate and Dan standing right behind her.

"B," Serena panted, as though she had been running "I came here as fast as I could. What happened?"

"Chuck," she managed "He...I..."

"Breathe, Blair!" Serena said, leading Blair to her bed to sit down. "Breathe...now, what happened with Chuck?"

"He's back!" Blair exclaimed.

"What's so bad about that?" Serena asked. "I thought you missed him."

"I do! But, he's sleeping with those horrid hookers of his!" Blair put her face in her hands.

"Ohhh, B...It's okay," Serena assured her.

"No! It's not," Blair cried once more, lifting her face from her hands to reveal her tear-stained cheeks. "It's-" she broke off and looked at Dan as though she had only noticed him now. "You!" she said, pointing a finger at him and walking towards him dangerously. "You got me into this, now fix it!"

"What?" Dan exclaimed incredulously. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" she said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You have to talk to him!"

"And again, I don't know I came here," Dan said.

"Blair!" Serena warned. "This isn't his fault."

"Yes it is!" Blair retorted, and then turned back to Dan. "You said he loved me, now how is that even possible when he's banging whores again?"

"Well, we kind of told him to get over you..." Dan explained stupidly.

"See!" she cried. "This is his fault!" Then her eyes widened. "Wait, what? You told him to move on, and then you tell me that he loves me? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Blair," Nate said firmly. "He didn't mean to, okay? It just...slipped."

She sighed. "What am I gonna do?"

"I don't know, B," Serena said sadly.

"But there's one more thing you should know," Nate said.

"What is it?" she asked, her expression sceptical.

"The reason why Chuck stopped sleeping with all those women years ago," Nate said, sitting down beside her. "Is because he fell in love with you, and he knew that it wouldn't help if he slept with all those strippers, when you were the only one he really wanted."

Blair felt her heart break. "I can't believe that I only realized last night..." she said quietly.

"Realized what?" Serena asked.

"That I was in love with him," Blair said, her voice only loud enough to be heard by all of them. "Do you think this means he's over me?"

"I don't know," Nate said. "But I think the moment's...gone."

Okay, I think this chapter sucks. Especially that last line there. So, anyway, in the movie, Princess Ann really says, "Rome, by all means, Rome." But I made it New York, because Gossip Girl is set in New York, so...yeah. And I should tell you now that this story loosely based off of an episode of Friends, AKA, The One When Ross Finds Out. Anyway, please review!