New and improved, revised chapter!

Okay, so this is going to be a series of songfics, mostly from Felicity's point of view and mostly focussing on Olicity.

This song is Things I'll Never Say, which I feel is the most perfect song to focus on Felicity's sometimes awkward and embarrassing attempts to hide her feelings from Oliver.

Disclaimer: Arrow belongs to DC and CW. Things I'll Never Say belongs to Avril Lavigne.

Felicity shows up on Oliver's doorstep in the middle of a storm. She is shocked when Oliver admits something to her that she never thought she would hear.

I tilt my head to the side and quirk an eyebrow. "Why, Mr Queen, have you been examining the body of your wonderful, if slightly unwilling, executive assistant?"

"It's not my fault! I can't help it with those dresses you've been wearing lately!" He exclaims.

Things I'll Never Say – Avril Lavigne

The huge, heavy door swings open, revealing Oliver. "Felicity?!"

"Um, hi…" I say sheepishly, grinning up at him from under my dripping wet hair as I try to wipe the droplets of water from my glasses.

"What are you doing here? Come inside!" He ushers me inside his house and closes the door behind me.

"Well, I was just coming back from visiting my sister, and my car died. Your house was the closest place I knew, so I started walking, but then my umbrella decided to attack me before it blew away. So I had to walk down the road and up your incredibly long driveway in the rain." I try to pull away my three-quarter sleeve shirt from sticking uncomfortably to my skin.

"Your umbrella attacked you?" He smirks at me. "And why didn't you call me? I would have come to pick you up."

"Well, my phone ran out of battery. I know, perfect timing for everything in my pathetic life to just go on strike, right? I mean, it couldn't have happened on a nice day when I could enjoy a lovely warm stroll up your driveway, it had to be in the middle of this downpour!"

"Here, put this on for the minute." Oliver takes off his grey hoodie, revealing no top underneath, and hands it to me. I quickly avert my gaze to the ground, refusing to look at his shirtless frame for fear of losing my waning self control and jumping him right here. "You can have a shower and I'll find some of Thea's clothes for you to wear. I think you two are about the same size."

"I can't take your hoodie." I state.

"Yes you can, Felicity."

"No." I stubbornly shake my head. "You'll get cold. You're already sick as it is. You need to wear it."

"Felicity, you're shivering. You'll end up with hypothermia if you don't put it on."

"But, you'll be awfully cold because of me!"

"And you'll be nice and hot because of me."

"Oh, because you've never done that to me before." I say sarcastically, and feel my cheeks burn immediately after the words pass from my lips. "Can we, uh, just pretend I didn't say that? Please?"

Oliver bites his bottom lip to stop from laughing at my innuendo. "Put the hoodie on and that comment never left your brain."

I narrow my eyes at him. "You suck."

Oliver releases his laugh this time, and I can't help but smile because, gosh, it's a wonderful sound.

"I'm glad you think I'm such a comedian." I say, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Felicity," He begins, still chuckling slightly, "You are many things including genius, witty, stubborn, beautiful, and incredibly frustrating, but you are not a comedian. However, that remarkable brain-to-mouth filter of yours is amusing."

I huff exaggeratedly and pull the hoodie on. "The things I do for you, Oliver Queen."

Suddenly, he turns serious. "I know. And I can't thank you enough for everything, Felicity."

"I was… I was joking, Oliver. But seeing as you decided to take my comment seriously – which I thought I've told you never to take anything I say seriously – I do do an awful lot for you, but more often than not you return the favour. So don't get all, 'I don't deserve you' on me. You're a hero, and every hero needs a plucky sidekick. I am willing to nominate myself for that role."

Oliver shakes his head at me and takes my hand, leading me up the ornate staircase and down a hallway.

He swings a door open and we step into a large room.

"Nice bed." I say without thinking.

"Thanks. I like it." Oliver replies.

"Oh my god, is this your room?!" I whirl around to face him, still standing in the doorway.

"Uh, yeah. I figured you'd rather use my shower instead of Thea's or one of the spare ones and risk having someone walk in on you."

"Oh. That was thoughtful of you." I say sincerely.

"Yes, I am known to have that character trait occasionally."

I roll my eyes at him. "Oliver, you're a wonderful man. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

"I wish I could believe that, Felicity, but I've done too much…"

"You might not believe me, but I will always believe in you, Oliver Queen. I know who you are. Who you are isn't what you do, it's how and, more importantly, why you do it."

Oliver smiles at me and turns to leave, saying over his shoulder, "The bathroom is through the other door. I'll find some dry clothes for you and leave them on the bed for when you get out of the shower."

"Well, this isn't how I'd dreamed my first time in Oliver Queen's bedroom would go." I say aloud to myself.

I walk into the huge bathroom, take off Oliver's hoodie, and begin stripping my wet clothes off. "Goddamit! Felicity Megan Smoak, you need to tell the man how you feel! Stop being such a coward! You've never not done something just because you're scared of the results! Grow a set and kiss that man senseless! Show him that you are so much better than Laurel Lance! What am I even doing? I'm going insane. Not only do I think that Oliver could want me, I'm giving myself a verbal pep-talk while standing naked in his bathroom. I've officially lost it! This is what sitting in a basement until all hours of the morning does to a person. It scrambles your brain!"

I roll my eyes at myself and open the glass shower door, stepping into the oversized tiled cubicle. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open as I look at the shower controls. Of course he would have a shower which mere mortals like myself wouldn't be able to understand or control. A confusing shower for a confusing man.

"OLIVER!" I shout, hoping he's in the bedroom and hears me, and also that he doesn't think I'm having some form of crisis and comes barrelling in to save me.

"Yes?" He asks and the bathroom door creaks open slightly. "Are you ok, Felicity?"

No, I desperately want you to come in here and shower with me, I think. Then you could show me exactly why you need a shower this big.

Instead, I say. "I'm fine, don't come in! I was just wondering… how do you actually turn the shower on?"

Oliver chuckles. "Ok, can you see the button with the black circle in the middle of it?"

"Yeah."

"Push that in and hold it there. Now, can you see the blue and red buttons?"

"Yes."

"You need to push them in together. You can let go of all of the buttons now."

"Ok, but the water's really hot. How do I make it cooler?"

"See the up and down arrows beside the blue button?"

"Yes."

"Up is to make the water hotter, down makes it cooler."

I press the down arrow and sigh as the water reaches a more bearable temperature. "Ok, cool, I got it! Thanks!"

I hear Oliver's smile as he says, "You really are something else."

"Oliver?" I ask after a pause.

"Yes?"

"Thank you… for giving me your hoodie even though you're sick and should be wearing, and for letting my use your shower."

"No problem, Felicity. You can always count on me."

"I know."

I just had a whole conversation with Oliver Queen while I was naked, and I didn't even babble. "Ten points to Felicity Smoak!" I exclaim, giving a small fist-pump.

After I have thoroughly warmed up, I step out of the shower and onto the heated floor tiles, wrapping a huge, fluffy pale green towel around me. I chuckle quietly at the towel's colour.

"Oliver?" I say through the closed door.

"Do you need something?" He responds immediately.

"No, I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming out to get the clothes, so please don't look."

"I promise."

I open the door and dart over to the trackpants, long sleeved top, and jacket resting on Oliver's bed. I gather the clothes into my arms and stop, looking at Oliver's back as he stands, looking out of the window at the storm. "Oliver?"

He looks over his shoulder at me.

"I didn't say you could look!" I exclaim, trying to hold the towel tighter to my body.

"Sorry." Oliver's head immediately snaps back to the window.

"I just realised that I have no dry underwear…"

"Ohhh…" Oliver draws out the word. "Um, oh, I have something, actually!"

"Oliver, no offence, but I'd rather not wear your underwear. For a start, I guarantee it would be too big, and it would be entirely the wrong shape for my body. God, I am saying so much shit tonight. Feel free to stop me at any time. Preferably before I make a complete and utter fool of myself."

Oliver walks over to his large wardrobe, rolling his eyes at me on the way, and swings the doors open, reaching up onto a shelf running along the top and pulling out a small plastic bag. "Mum got this for Thea for her birthday, but I can go and get her some others and you can have these."

"If your Mum got them for her, why were they in your wardrobe?"

"Because apparently Thea has a habit of searching Mum's room for birthday and Christmas presents, so Mum gave them to me to hide from her."

"Oh, ok. Fair enough."

He hands me the bag and I look inside at the electric blue bra which has little black velvet roses on it, and matching undies. "Oliver, these are gorgeous! But they were bought them for Thea; will they fit me?"

He nods immediately. "Yes. They should fit you perfectly. You and Thea have a very similar build."

I tilt my head to the side and quirk an eyebrow. "Why, Mr Queen, have you been examining the body of your wonderful, if slightly unwilling, executive assistant?"

"It's not my fault! I can't help it with those dresses you've been wearing lately!" He exclaims.

My eyebrows fly up in surprise. "Seriously? I didn't think… Have you really been checking me out?!"

"I don't feel comfortable answering that question considering you are my best friend and we spend every day and most nights together."

"Oliver Queen, you are so busted!" I exclaim in triumph.

"Oh come on, Felicity. You always watch me when I train." He retaliates.

"It's totally not my fault you train in my line of sight!"

"Felicity, the training area is behind you. You actually have to swivel your chair around to watch." He points out.

"That's not the point, Oliver! The point is, I've been getting you just as hot and bothered as you've been getting me!"

"Felicity, please don't do this. You're my best friend, my go-to girl. I can't risk losing you." He almost begs me.

"I… Oliver… I just… you know what, it's fine. We can just pretend this whole 'me turning up on your doorstep looking like a drowned rat' never happened. It's ok. I'm used to just being the girl next door. And, I mean… Barry's been asking me to go to lunch with him for weeks, so… Yeah, I'll just take him up on his offer. I guess."

I sigh and hang my head. I mean, I knew this would happen. No matter how much I want it, Oliver and I will never happen.

"I'll just, uh, get dressed." I say and clutch Thea's clothes and the white bag to my chest, walking back into the bathroom.

When I'm dressed, I walk into Oliver's bedroom to see him standing back by the window again. "Want to watch a movie?" I ask brightly.

"Felicity, it's almost half eleven at night. Do you really want to watch a movie?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Or, you know, if you'd rather I'm sure we could go and bound from rooftop to rooftop. Well, you could. I couldn't because I still haven't gotten over my fear of heights."

Oliver rolls his eyes at me. "Ok, come on."

He leads me out of his room and down the staircase, into the mansion's huge living room. We walk over to a large cabinet containing DVDs, which he opens. "Choose a movie."

I look up at him. "I don't mind, you choose. I mean, this is your house and I showed up out of the blue. You have been very gracious to me tonight, Oliver, so you can choose the movie."

He smiles at me and pulls out The Hangover.

"Very good choice, Mr Queen. You have fantastic taste!"

"I thought you might like it." He says, leading me back up to his bedroom.

We lie in his bed as we watch the movie and he says suddenly, "You know, something similar happened to Tommy and I once."

I quirk an eyebrow at him. "I'm not surprised, to be honest. Tell me the story."

Oliver laughs at the memory. "We were twenty. It was Tommy's birthday, and we were out at this club and we got so drunk. We must have been completely smashed by 10 o'clock. We woke up in a back-packers hostel in Rio de Janeiro the next morning with absolutely no recollection of what had happened or how we got there. Tommy had a new tattoo of a polar bear on his back, and my name tattooed on his ass. I had a nose and bellybutton piercing. So here the two of us were, our heads throbbing with our hangover, stumbling through Rio trying to work out why Tommy had tattoos and I had body piercings, and how the hell we got to Rio in the first place. We found out where Tommy got the tattoos done, and went to see the tattoo artist, who told us that there had been two women with us. By the way he described them, we thought it was Laurel and Sara, and they'd been at the club with us. So we called Laurel's phone to ask where they were so we could go and find them, but both Laurel and Sara had left their phones at home. Detective Lance answered my call and wanted to know where the hell I'd taken his daughters. Apparently we'd all not-so-quietly snuck into their house the night before and Laurel and Sara had both packed a backpack with some clothes. So Tommy and I spent two days searching Rio for Laurel and Sara before we finally found them at the circus. It turns out we'd all gone to watch the midnight circus when we first arrived, and Laurel and Sara had passed out in the big-top, so they just stayed at the circus figuring we'd realise where they were and go and get them."

By the time Oliver finishes his story I am in fits of laughter and wiping my eyes with the back of my hand to get rid of the tears. "God, I wish I'd known you back then. It would have been hilarious!"

Oliver shakes his head. "No, I was very stupid and far too reckless."

Half an hour later, not long before the movie finishes, I notice that Oliver has rolled onto his side and is asleep.

I smile softly at the sight, wishing that he was facing me instead of away from me. Or, better yet, I wish he was holding me securely to his chest. I wish I could feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes, wish I could feel his warm breath ruffle my hair and tickle my skin, wish I could feel his heart beating below my head or under my fingertips. I wish I could touch him, hold him, curl into his arms and bury my face in his warm chest. I wish I could be with him. But, it will never be me. I'm honestly starting to wonder if he'll let himself love anyone ever again.

He may never love me, but that sure as hell won't stop me from loving him.

I look over at Oliver sleeping beside me, his back turned to me as he breathes in and out evenly.

"I love you." I whisper to his back. "I think I always will."

Ok, I hope that was okay. I am taking song requests! If you have a storyline and a song that fits it and you want me to have a good at it, review or send me a PM, also if you just have a song that you think fits Olicity, but you don't have a plot, you can send it to me and I'll see what I can come up with!