A/N: I know I should be updating my fics, instead of Scrivere another new one, hehe, but this was another random idea I had, and I couldn't resist to write it. titolo was inspired da the Fray's song, "You Found Me", and most of the fic, follows to some of the lyrics to that song, like the "lying on the floor" part.
Plot/Story: Takes place during 2x08 (like the time of the scene where Blair tried to seduce Chuck until Serena texted her…). Involves Blair’s bulimia (just because I’ve kind of gotten into the mood to write about it these past few days, since I think Chuck deserves to know – I mean, her eating disorder was only mentioned in what? One episode? It just can’t *poof* disappear like that. No one ever truly, and fully recovers from an eating disorder, even if they do quit, they still have the urge sometimes…).
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She would win him back. She knew she would. He just had to come back. He just had to. It was a fact. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. Besides all the games they had played, all the hurt they’ve caused each other, they were still meant to be…right?
Ask Blair Waldorf that domanda right now, and she wouldn’t know the answer.
As Blair laid on her bed, she sighed. Three words, eight letters – so simple, yet so complicated. Why couldn’t he say them to her? Why couldn’t she say them to him? Why, why, why?
Pull it together, Blair, she commanded herself, getting off the letto and walking into her closet to grab her coat.
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The furgone, van der basso home was quiet and seemed like no one was around. Serena had detto she would be out all night, and Lily and Bart were out of town for a few days, and that Eric would be with Jonathan for a few hours o so, and Chuck was out – Serena didn’t know where, but she knew he was out.
Blair stepped into her best friend’s room, and took off her jacket.
She paced around the room for a few minuti before she went into the bathroom, to stick her finger down her throat, and make herself ‘perfect’.
That was why Chuck didn’t want her; she wasn’t good enough; she wasn’t perfect – she was the exact opposite: imperfect.
Blair felt a little dizzy, but she ignored the feeling.
When she was done, she stood up. Tried to anyway, but she couldn’t. She felt the room spin, and then…everything went black.
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Chuck stepped into the large apartment, and headed for his room, until he heard something coming from Serena’s room.
He knew nobody was supposed to be home; just him, and a bottle of scotch.
Opening the door slowly, he prepared for to fight a burglar o whoever the hell it was, and what he saw lying on the bathroom floor, was definitely not a burglar.
“Blair?”
She didn’t move, and he feared that she was dead.
“Blair?” he asked once more, trying to feel her pulse.
It was weak, but at least she was still alive; still breathing. He quickly grabbed his phone out of his pocket, and was about to dial 911, when a trembling hand took it away from him.
Her face looked paler then ever, but she was still beautiful to him.
“Blair?”
“Chuck…” She brought her hand up to his face and was able to say, hoarsely, “No hospital. Please.”
He could only nod, but took her into his arms and gently laid her down on the letto in his room.
Chuck lay down successivo to her, afterwards, their faces only inches apart.
He felt as if it was his fault, and was overcome with guilt.
As if Blair had read his mind, she shook her head, and closed the distance between them. Their lips met, and all the emotions the two had felt was replaced da Amore and hope.
“Blair?”
Their eyes met.
“I Amore you.”
Blair smiled, as did Chuck.
“I Amore te too,” she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
He kissed her forehead, and shortly after, fell asleep too.
A/N: Good? Bad? Amore it? Hate it? So many domande in so little time. ;P
Anyways, I think I made both characters seem a tad bit out of character, hehe, but I did want their “ILY” scene to happen sooner then 2x25 (but I’m happy with 2x25 ahaha. EPICNESS <3).
Reviews are loved!
Plot/Story: Takes place during 2x08 (like the time of the scene where Blair tried to seduce Chuck until Serena texted her…). Involves Blair’s bulimia (just because I’ve kind of gotten into the mood to write about it these past few days, since I think Chuck deserves to know – I mean, her eating disorder was only mentioned in what? One episode? It just can’t *poof* disappear like that. No one ever truly, and fully recovers from an eating disorder, even if they do quit, they still have the urge sometimes…).
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She would win him back. She knew she would. He just had to come back. He just had to. It was a fact. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. Besides all the games they had played, all the hurt they’ve caused each other, they were still meant to be…right?
Ask Blair Waldorf that domanda right now, and she wouldn’t know the answer.
As Blair laid on her bed, she sighed. Three words, eight letters – so simple, yet so complicated. Why couldn’t he say them to her? Why couldn’t she say them to him? Why, why, why?
Pull it together, Blair, she commanded herself, getting off the letto and walking into her closet to grab her coat.
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The furgone, van der basso home was quiet and seemed like no one was around. Serena had detto she would be out all night, and Lily and Bart were out of town for a few days, and that Eric would be with Jonathan for a few hours o so, and Chuck was out – Serena didn’t know where, but she knew he was out.
Blair stepped into her best friend’s room, and took off her jacket.
She paced around the room for a few minuti before she went into the bathroom, to stick her finger down her throat, and make herself ‘perfect’.
That was why Chuck didn’t want her; she wasn’t good enough; she wasn’t perfect – she was the exact opposite: imperfect.
Blair felt a little dizzy, but she ignored the feeling.
When she was done, she stood up. Tried to anyway, but she couldn’t. She felt the room spin, and then…everything went black.
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Chuck stepped into the large apartment, and headed for his room, until he heard something coming from Serena’s room.
He knew nobody was supposed to be home; just him, and a bottle of scotch.
Opening the door slowly, he prepared for to fight a burglar o whoever the hell it was, and what he saw lying on the bathroom floor, was definitely not a burglar.
“Blair?”
She didn’t move, and he feared that she was dead.
“Blair?” he asked once more, trying to feel her pulse.
It was weak, but at least she was still alive; still breathing. He quickly grabbed his phone out of his pocket, and was about to dial 911, when a trembling hand took it away from him.
Her face looked paler then ever, but she was still beautiful to him.
“Blair?”
“Chuck…” She brought her hand up to his face and was able to say, hoarsely, “No hospital. Please.”
He could only nod, but took her into his arms and gently laid her down on the letto in his room.
Chuck lay down successivo to her, afterwards, their faces only inches apart.
He felt as if it was his fault, and was overcome with guilt.
As if Blair had read his mind, she shook her head, and closed the distance between them. Their lips met, and all the emotions the two had felt was replaced da Amore and hope.
“Blair?”
Their eyes met.
“I Amore you.”
Blair smiled, as did Chuck.
“I Amore te too,” she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
He kissed her forehead, and shortly after, fell asleep too.
A/N: Good? Bad? Amore it? Hate it? So many domande in so little time. ;P
Anyways, I think I made both characters seem a tad bit out of character, hehe, but I did want their “ILY” scene to happen sooner then 2x25 (but I’m happy with 2x25 ahaha. EPICNESS <3).
Reviews are loved!
