IN WHICH a book where drabbles, one shots and imagines are written for male and female characters and celebrities with a male reader.
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Multifandom | Book One | Completed | Unedited
Book: Love Island. Chapter 22: The Wrong Idea. Word Count: 700. Authors Note: Don't forget to vote, comment and follow. Fandom, Gossip Girl.
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Blair's eyes were downcast towards the floor as she held back the tears that were threatening to come out. She didn't want to cry, she didn't want to seem weak. Serena was looking at her sadly, wanting nothing more than to help her best friend.
"You don't have to hide how you feel Blair. I know hearing that y/n is with Vanessa must have hurt." Serena started, trying to get Blair to look her in the eyes.
"Yeah, well, I guess I'm the dumb one for thinking he actually loved me. If he did, he wouldn't of gotten with another girl, days after we broke up." She snapped, standing up and walking away from Serena, feeling like she was about to explode.
Serena was quick to follow her, "Blair, please, keeping this all in is just going to hurt you more than if you just let it out." She grabbed onto Blair's hand, turning her around. "I'm not going to judge you for telling me how you feel."
"You want to know how I feel?" Blair whispered. "Well maybe I don't want to talk about it because even just thinking about it just hurts so much... I really loved him, S. He didn't even fight for me." She dropped down onto the couch. "Why couldn't be just have been the genuine guy I thought he was? Why do I always get the bad ones."
Serena sighed, wishing she knew why y/n had done this. Sure they were broken up but he was always going on about how much he loved Blair and would never hurt her. So, why was he dating Vanessa now?
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y/n took a sip of his coffee as he walked down the street, Vanessa by his side. "Blair's been ignoring all my calls and I have no idea why. I wish I could read that girl's mind so bad sometimes."
Vanessa shrugged, bumping him on the shoulders. "Who knows. You'll figure it out." She took a gulp of her own coffee. "It could be because there are rumours going around that we're dating."
y/n shook his head, "no way. She wouldn't believe that. She knows we're only friends and that I'm in love with her..." He stopped walking as the thought circled. "Oh my god that's definitely why she's ignoring me. Damn why couldn't she of just asked me, then she would know nothings going on between us." He sighed. "I should probably of over there."
Which is what he did.
He walked into the large penthouse, walking straight up the stairs until he reached Blair's room. He knocked on it softly, walking in when he heard Blair's voice, "what are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you about why you've been ignoring me."
"Why would you care? Aren't you to busy with Vanessa?" Blair stuck her nose up, her tone snotty.
"Blair..." He trailed off. "You can't just assume things. If you want us to work out, you need to talk to me because if you had, you would know that me and Vanessa are nothing more than friends. You know I want to be with you."
Blair narrowed her eyes, "how do I know you're not lying to me?"
"Why would I lie to you about this?" He replied with a smile. "I told you that you're the only one I want. I told you that I wasn't going to give up on us and I meant that."
She looked at him, her lips slightly parted. "Well... it doesn't change anything. We're still broken up." She crossed her arms stubbornly. "But... if you wanted to take me out tonight. I wouldn't say no."
y/n smiled even bigger. Of course he would take the chance. He wanted her back. He never even wanted to break up in the first place. "I'll pick you up at eight."
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