Author's note: Hey! I'm not sure if I like this one, I mean, I'm so critical about my own writing. I hope you guys like it. And again, so sorry for typos. My mind keeps wandering.
You live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands AU.
Mostly, it happened on Friday nights. Felicity spend her Friday nights watching her favourite TV shows and movies. While Felicity sat on her couch eating her favourite ice cream, Oliver was out doing other things. Felicity knew what kind of other things Oliver kept busy, but she didn't like to think about it. She got used to it, somehow, but it never got easier. When it happened she just pushed her feelings for him aside and tried to be there for him, tried to help him.
She heard the knock earlier this time. No matter how many times it actually had happened, he always came around 11pm and he always made her jump up from her couch. Her heart was beating too fast. It was just like the other times. It would be okay. It was just Oliver.
She opened her door and saw Oliver standing before her, just inches away.
'Can I come in?' He asked her. She only nodded, because she knew why he was here.
'OLIVER!' A woman screamed. Felicity had lost count after number 16 or was it number 17? She couldn't remember and it didn't matter, because as long as Oliver kept doing this, the women kept coming back. Everyone wanted Oliver Queen, right? Felicity always kept thinking that. She didn't want Oliver Queen. She wanted Oliver. Just Oliver. She knew how he was and she also knew how he could be. Still, she choose both. But she also knew it could never be, because he was Oliver Queen and she was just an IT girl working for him and he didn't see her the way she saw him. He didn't have feelings for her. If he actually did, he wouldn't have done this over and over again. It hurt her, but she didn't want him to see it. She just wanted to be there for him, near him.
Felicity closed her door as soon as she saw a woman coming around the corner. She always wondered why they never asked her if she had seen Oliver. Probably better they never did.
'She wasn't the one either?' Felicity asked while she sat down next to him. 'The one' sounded so strange coming out of her mouth. What if 'the one' doesn't even exist? What if we just find a person and think it's the one because we feel fireworks in our bodies when we're close to them? What if someone just made it all up and we all believe it and search for it until we die? Felicity found 'the one' in different people. Not just lovers, also friends. 'The one' wasn't just a definition for a lover, it was a definition for everyone. She didn't want someone to make her whole, because she was whole on her own. A person should never make you whole, a person can only be there for you when you make yourself whole. Felicity didn't want Oliver to make her a better person or to make her whole, because she was already a good person, she was whole, she just wanted to share this adventure, this universe with him. She was wandering again, stuck in her thoughts. She saw him noticing. He always noticed.
'I'm sorry,' she said. 'Did you say something?'
Oliver sighed and repeated himself.
'No, she's not,' he said. 'I'm ashamed of myself, actually.'
'Why?' Felicity asked. She knew how he was before the island. Playboy billionaire. Felicity didn't know Oliver before the island, but could imagine who he had been.
'Because of all the things I've done,' he said. 'I'm still hiding in your apartment, after all this time I'm still afraid to face these women.'
'It's okay.'
'No, Felicity,' he answered. 'It's not. I mean, I'm the Arrow by night and I can't even face women who I've slept with before the island.'
'You'll find a way,' she tried to comfort him. She always tried to comfort him even when she didn't know what to say. She babbled a lot, but when they talked about this topic, she went speechless.
'I mean, you always find a way. That's what you do.'
Oliver looked at her with hurt in his eyes. He barely showed his real feelings and when he did, Felicity didn't know what to do.
They both turned their heads towards the door when they heard a knock. Felicity looked at Oliver and he jumped up and ran to her kitchen.
Felicity opened the door and saw the woman she had seen just a few minutes before.
'Hello,' she said. 'Can I help you with something?'
'Hi,' the woman answered and looked furious. 'I'm looking for Oliver Queen, perhaps you've seen him?'
'No, I'm sorry, I can't help you with that.'
'Are you sure? I saw him running towards your apartment.' The woman started to get even more angry, if that was even possible.
'Very sure, didn't see him,' Felicity answered. 'I hope you find him!'
The woman just nodded when she went to Felicity's neighbour.
Oliver stood behind Felicity when she closed the door and it made her jump up.
'You don't have to scare me,' she said, catching her breath.
'Sorry, just wanted to check she was really gone.' He looked at her with a look she couldn't place. He had never looked at her like that before. It made her shiver.
'Do you think she's the last one?' Felicity asked. Still, she didn't even know what she meant with 'the last one'. The last one night stand? The last girlfriend? She went for one night stand, since that made everything easier.
'I hope so,' he said. 'But I'm not sure. I was such a player back then.' He smirked while he said player, but she could also see the hurt in his eyes. He didn't like it. The island changed him so much. He finally understood that this is not the way to treat a woman. She knew that. She knew he regretted it and that he wouldn't do it again.
'I hope so, too,' she said, walking towards the couch to return to her TV shows and her ice-cream, which probably melted.
Before she reached the couch, Oliver stood before her, inches away from her. He swallowed hard, which made her shiver. Again he had the strangest look on his face, which she had never seen before. She wanted to know what it meant, what he was thinking. But before she could properly find out what he was thinking, he crashed his lips on hers. It took her a second to react.
She tasted like ice-cream and cozy Friday nights, while he tasted like late autumn walks in the park. He had never imagined this. Well, he had imagined kissing her, but was afraid to make the move. After all these women he was finally ready to make the move. He finally found out that she was worth much more than a one night stand. He wouldn't hide for her, didn't even want to, couldn't anymore.
'I was wrong,' Oliver whispered while his lips lingered just a few inches away from hers.
She looked at him with love. She always looked at him with love, but he didn't realize until now.
'She's not the last one,' he said and then kissed her again.
Felicity wanted to know what he meant, was afraid there would be more women after him.
'There are more?' she asked. Oliver chuckled and kissed her on her forehead.
'Probably, but that's not what I meant.'
'What did you mean?'
'I want you to be the last one,' he said. 'I didn't realize it until now.'
Felicity just looked at him, didn't know what to say.
'I was hiding from all these women and that made me realize that I don't want to hide from you, I don't want to hide anymore. I ran away because I was scared, because I wasn't ready, but you made me realize that I'm not scared anymore. I'm scared of not being with you, scared of losing you.'
Felicity crashed her lips on his. She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to enjoy this moment. And besides, this was kind of an answer, too.
'No more hiding, then?' She asked when she needed to catch her breath.
'No more hiding,' he promised her and kissed her softly.