So this one-shot is inspired by the song by Maroon Five-Wait. Have fun crying! Son
Dirty looks from your mother
Never seen you in a dress that color, no
It's a special occasion
Not invited but I'm glad I made it
The sound of music blared from the walls of Felicity's house. I shut the door to my car and clicked the lock button. I smoothed out the wrinkles in my suit as I let out a deep breath.
This was going to be interesting.
Felicity and I had broken up a month ago due to me not telling her that I had a son. It had been rough on the both of us so we each decided to give each other a little bit of space. For the past month, she had taken a break from helping out the team. She felt like her day job required more attention.
Today was Felicity's birthday. Diggle had let it slip earlier today that she was having a small get together with close friends and family. I guess I didn't count anymore because I was the only one on the team to not receive an invite. Invite or not, I was here.
This last month without her had been miserable. Being with her made me feel right. Being without her made me feel empty. We were going to be married, and I messed everything up.
Walking on the sidewalk up to her house, I felt my nerves kick in. What if she kicks me out? What if she already moved on?
Reaching the door, I deliberated whether or not to knock or to go straight in. Deciding on the latter, I opened the unlocked door and entered the loud house. There was no turning back now. Following the sound of music and chatter, I ended up in the living room.
Scanning the room, I found her. She was wearing a beautiful maroon dress that went down to just above her knees. Her hair was curled, looking absolutely stunning. She was laughing at something her mother said when she saw me. Her mother followed her gaze and saw me.
Eyes throughout the room turned towards me as the sound of chatter quieted down to a whisper. A look of hurt flashed in Felicity's eyes. A twinge of guilt developed in my stomach. I wish I could take everything back. Back to the two of us in Ivytown.
Donna gave me a disapproving glance before escorting Felicity out of the room. Sighing, I made my way over to the table with alcohol. Picking my poison, I chose a bottle of vodka. I poured the colorless liquid into a shot glass. Lifting the glass up to my lips, I knocked the contents back.
I felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to jump a little. Turning my gaze, I saw Diggle standing beside me with a concerned look on his face.
"Oliver, what are you doing here?" Diggle asked.
"It's her birthday," I answered. I grabbed the bottle once again, filling the small glass to the brim once more.
"Oliver, you know there's a reason she didn't invite you. You two were together for a long time. This has got to be hard on both of you."
"I had to see her, John," I muttered, knocking back another shot.
"What's your plan? Get drunk and say something you'll regret tomorrow?"
"Something like that," I replied.
"I can't stop you," Diggle said meeting his eyes with mine, "but I can give you some advice. Don't put her through this." He gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked off. Knocking back a third shot glass, I could start to feel a buzz rush through my body.
I needed to find her. I needed to talk to her.
"Ollie?" Came a familiar voice to my left. Laurel stood in a beautiful black dress holding a glass of water.
"Hey Laurel," I said giving her a smile.
"Oliver, what are you doing ?" She questioned.
"How's your arm?" I asked dodging the question. She had been hit with a baton last night out in the field.
"It's fine. Don't try to change the subject," she answered seeing right through me.
"I miss her, Laurel," I admitted.
"I know," she whispered pulling me into a comforting hug. "Talking to her when you're drunk isn't going to help."
"Why are you nice to me? I've hurt you so much," I admitted. I could tell the vodka was kicking in.
"Because Oliver, I know at heart you are a good person. You just make a lot of stupid decisions."
"That's an understatement."
"Look, I have to leave here in about fifteen minutes. I have a big case tomorrow and need to get home and prepare. Why don't you let me give you a ride home? Let me save you from making another stupid decision," she suggested as she broke apart our hug.
"Okay, it was stupid to come here," I agreed.
"Alright, stay out of trouble for a few minutes," she instructed with a smile. I gave her a nod and she walked off.
"Here she comes!" Someone shouted as the room silenced. Donna walked in carrying a large cake with sparkler candles on it. The small crowd burst out into happy birthday as Felicity walked into the room. She had a smile on her face until she saw me staring at her.
My conversation with Laurel flew out the window as I stared at her. She shook off my gaze and turned her attention back to the crowd. I decided to leave the room. I headed out to the back porch to get some fresh air. I stood out here taking in the cool evening air. Off in the distance, I heard a dog barking.
The sound of a door opening behind me led me to believe that Laurel had found me.
Oh, let me apologize
I'll make up, make up, make up,
make up for all those times Your love, I don't wanna lose
I'm beggin', beggin', beginn', beggin',
I'm begging you
"Why did you come?" Felicity's shaky voice sounded behind me.
"I wanted to apologize," I confessed turning around to see her.
"Apologizing won't change what's been done."
"I know...I'm sorry for being here. I know I ruined your night."
"It hurts to see you, Oliver. I need space to clear my head." She turned around to leave, but I surprised myself.
"Wait." I heard myself cry out. She stopped in her tracks.
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you come here please? 'Cause I want to be with you
Can we talk for a moment?
Got these feelings that I'm tired of holdin' on
Wasn't tryna get wasted
I needed more than three or four to say this, oh
"Felicity, I'm sorry I never told you about William. I was scared that I was never going to get to see my son if I told you. I wanted to tell you so many times. I should have told you, but the fear of Samantha keeping him from me stopped me. "
"Oliver, a relationship depends on trust. How can I trust you if you can't trust me?"
"I do trust you Felicity. I would trust you with anything. I love you so much,"I cried as she shook her head.
"I loved you too Oliver, but love and trust are two different things. Now if you excuse me, I have a party to return to." I saw a tear slip down her cheek as she turned away from me once more.
Even drunk, I knew it would be a horrible idea to chase after her now. So instead, I stayed out on the porch as hopelessness flooded over me. She wasn't going to take me back. I had messed up the greatest thing I had ever been given.
The door opened once again causing me to turn around quickly. A spark of hope prayed that it would be Felicity, instead it was Laurel.
"I finally found you," she smiled walking beside me. "Aren't you glad you took my advise? I spoke with Donna and apparently Felicity has been taking this hard. She said seeing you here tonight almost made Felicity crumble. I can only imagine what would have happened if you two had spoke."
"Yeah, that would be bad," I muttered somberly.
"Here, let me help you to the car," Laurel said helping me balance.