The next morning Adrien came back at five o´clock to help her out. Since the next day, was Mari´s day off, he informed her he was going to talk to Chloé tomorrow. Marinette was slightly concerned since she first saw the dark circle under his eyes as well as his tired expression. He mustn´t have slept much yesterday night, probably thinking of every outcome of the conversation he was going to have with his ex-fiancée. She didn´t know that it was exacty had kept Adrien from falling asleep. She simply nodded, and didn´t carry on the conversation. He surely wanted to forget about it for now.

The day past way too fast to Adrien´s liking. He left the bakery later than on the previous day. He took his time strolling around the streets of Paris, only illuminated by the street lamps. He had a short restless sleep on Nino´s old couch. In the morning he was only able to down a small sip of coffee, his stomach grumbling under his current stress. Nino and Alya tried to get things of his mind by talking about anything else, but Adrien wasn´t even listening, constantly drying his sweaty hands on his dark jeans. He was completely lost in his own head, imagining every outcome.

1) Chloé throws him out of the window

2) Chloé doesn´t even let him in

Which is way more probable!

3) Chloé yells at him before he can explain anything and he has to leave before he can

4) He was going to chased by all the hotel´s bodyguards

5) The press somehow finds out and corners him in front of the building until he is a mess in the corner of the street unable to defend himself from anyone

Silently Adrien stood up and picked up his black sweater from the back of the chair he had been sitting on since this morning. Nino and Alya stared at him worriedly as he made his way out, but kept quiet. Pulling his black hoodie on before he set his first foot out of the building, Adrien chose the fastest way to get to the Grand Hotel. He wanted to have it behind, he wanted to be finally freed from the guilt, he wanted to pass on the guilt, he wanted it not to be seen as his fault anymore, he wanted her to see it hadn´t been his idea, he wanted her to see he was unhappy, miserable he had been. He wanted to be free. No. He needed to be freed and be free.

His pace increased as his thoughts pulsed through his head, his pace quickening and his feet hitting the ground more harshly. Once he turned around the last street corner, he abruptly stopped and looked up to the façade of the large, fancy hotel.

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he approached the 5-star hotel and made sure to use the secret back door at the back to enter the building. He pulled his hoodie off once he heard the door close behind him. He used the floors and passages for the hotel´s personnel. He ascended the emergeny stairs, so he wouldn´t accidnetly bump into someone in the elevator. After making sure the hallway was clear form any living person. He stopped in front of Chloe´s suite´s door, his hand despite its trembling, ready to knock.

Taking a couple of deep relaxing breaths, he willed his hand to knock on the heavy door. The waiting seemed endless to me, before he could here Chloé´s high-pitched voice.

"Are you going to get in or what?" he heard her yell form inside.

Adrien slowly opened the door and closed it behind him. Chloé seemed to have gathered half of her closet on the multiple couches in her suite. She didn´t even bother looking at who entered, probably thinking it was her best-friend.

"Sabrina, what´s taking you so long?! Come help me with th…" Chloé said before stopping abruptly.

Chloé whipped around only to be facing the man who had left in front of the altar, the man who had ran away from the promise they had wanted to make about the two of them pledging before everyone that they would stay side by side until they die and after that as well. In front of her stood the man who had humiliated her in front of hundreds of guests. Her jaw dropped and the maxi dress, which she had been holding up in front of herself, fell to the floor. Adrien took a small tentative step forward, not really knowing how to start.

"A- umm- Hi…" He attempted, before rapidly shutting up and scratched the back of his head.

His eyebrows creased in worry for what was about to happen, he could already see it coming. Chloé´s mood making an U-Turn and her anger and fury bursting from each of her cells. The more he waited for this to happen, the more silent the whole room grew. Chloé continued to stare at him, now with her mouth closed, not saying a single word. She abruptly sat down on the couch right behind her, now staring at the floor right in front of her feet. Adrien shifted awkwardly on his feet, scratching the back of his neck now.

"Um- maybe I should have called I- I don´t know, I just- I just wanted to talk to you…" He looked away from his fidgeting hands to Chloé, who was still starring at the floor. He didn´t know if she was truly listening.

"I wanted to apologize to you. I-I can totally understand if you don´t want to hear me out, so feel free to stop me, but I needed to come to you and apologize for how things… ended up. I didn´t how to end up things and before I knew it the marriage came and I-… Chloé, I was a coward, maybe I still am, but it doesn´t change what I did or put you through. Chloé, that I didn´t know what else to do is not even an excuse at this point. I was a coward not to tell you way before. I- I don´t know what I could say more. Chloé, I am really sorry."

He looked up to see Chloé stand up and walk over to her large window. The room grew silent again, as Adrien waited for Chloé to say something. Anything.

After a minute, Chloé finally turned around to face him, her face showing no emotions.

"You´re right. You are a coward. And I, myself, don´t know what to tell you." She blinked the ears, threatening to spill, away. "You left me there… you can´t even imagine how humiliating it was. And then it turns out you´re actually secretly gay? You and Nino? Who did you think was going to buy that?"

Adrien looked away embarrassed and passed his hands in his hair, clearly not knowing what to do with his hands the whole time and took a seat on a couch.

"I´m sorry. It was stupid. I- I had no idea what to do… but Chloé, deep down. You didn´t want this either, didn´t you?" His eyes pleaded her to tell him the truth. "Chloé, none of us wanted to get married." He kept pleading. Chloé stared at him for a couple of minutes.

"How can you assume that?"

"Chloé, come on! Don´t lie to me."

"It doesn´t change what you ruined. We were supposed to get married and you ruined it!" She said holding her finger threateningly., tears gathering in her piercing, icy blue eyes.

"Chloé, the marriage wasn´t even our idea…" Chloé interrupted him immediately.

"I love you Adrien." Adrien could only shake his head.

"No, you don´t."

Chloé´s expression hardened, whereas Adrien sighed, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. She huffed, crossed her arms and turned around.

"Chloé, our fathers orchestrated everything. I-I couldn´t take it anymore! All my life was like this and our marriage… our marriage would have been a disaster Chloé." He saw her bow her head, although he didn´t know if she was ready to give up her act or if she was silently crying or trying to win him over once again by making him feel sympathy.

"I don´t blame you Adrien. Even if I want to Adrien, I- I can´t because… deep down I known you did the right thing, you did this not only for you, maybe you thought you did, but you also stood up for me. I wouldn´t have had the courage Adrien, I never would have had…" The silence once again grew between them, as Chloé couldn´t stop a few tears from falling.

"I-I actually met someone a couple weeks ago…" She slowly admitted into the silent room.

He saw her fiddling with her fingers in her reflection on the window. To say Adrien was stunned was an understatement. That had been… fast?

"Well I was so pissed and frustrated that you left me there that I hooked up with our official photographer." Adrien´s eyes widened as he looked completely shocked as if someone had told him, ducks have actually three feet.

"Adrien, I have to say that I could have stood up to it as well… but I didn´t Adrien." She came up to him and hugged him tightly. "I´m sorry, you had to do something about it."

Adrien´s tense body relaxed as he returned the hug. They ended their hug awkwardly, not knowing how to act in each other´s presence anymore.

"Well... I guess this clears everything up." Adrien scratched the back of his head.

"Now… this doesn´t tell how we are going to stop the paparazzi…?" Adrien stiffened. They had only cleared one part of the problem. He sighed running a hand through his hair.

"I-I have no id…"

Suddenly his heard jerked up, but his mouth twisted downwards. He wasn´t looking forward to this talk… or rather meeting.

" Maybe my father could have an idea… I have to go talk to him anyway." He sighed, whereas Chloé looked at him with sympathy.

"Then I will tell my father that it was both our idea to crash the wedding. You could tell your father the same Adrien." He nodded, not sure if this would truly help his cost or not… he didn´t think so.

Adrien dropped his head, before starting to look around Chloé´s suite.

"I suppose you already shipped all of my stuff back to my father´s place, didn´t you?" Adrien said slowly as he looked at his ex-fiancée. Chloé nodded.

"Well you can imagine that I was really pissed. ´Really pissed´ doesn´t even cover it. So yeah, if you want your stuff you will have to go to see your father. Good luck!"

Adrien and Chloé parted rapidly after that. She was still mad at him for not talking to her, and humiliating her in front of everyone. He was confused, she hugged him and told him she was happy he stood up for himself, but then she went straight back to ignoring him.

After the large door closed behind him, he leaned against it and let out a huge sigh of relief.

That went … quite well?

Well it went way better than he had imagined. But he was absolutely sure his bad luck was going to come full force in the next few days. Right when he wanted finally go see and talk to his father. His last step to reach freedom. But he could worry about it later. The only thing he wanted to do right now, was to put a great distance between the hotel and him.

Hi!

I am terribly sorry for not having updated in nearly a whole year! I have to say that I am lacking ideas (like for most of my stories) ad I do not have much time to write (like for most of my stories).

I am sorry, I hope this chapter could appease some of you.

If you have any ideas for this story, feel free to Pm me or leave a review :)

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