SO I am back. I already had this chapter ready in case people did like it and wanted me to continue this story. That brings me to the following; THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR FOLLOWS, FAVOURITES AND REVIEWS. They mean the world to me, really. I woke up with the goofiest smile on my face this morning. I am sorry for all the spellig mistakes. I do not have a beta, but I try my hardest for you guys to keep the mistakes as low as possible. I decided to tell the story again, but this time from Oliver's POV. Because I know you don't just skip from 'we can't be together', to 'I love you let's be together'. SO here it is. Enjoy 3
"Because of the life that I lead, I just think that it's better to not be with someone that I could really care about.". As he spoke the words the sudden pain in his chest surprised him. She looked up at him, with big blue eyes and surrounded by those cute glasses. Don't think about the cute glasses. I mean, the glasses. You are doing the right thing here. As she stood up and walked away he briefly closed his eyes and braced himself for what was to come.
"Well, I think…I think you deserve better than her." The words left her mouth with a hint of hesitation, and as she walked away he couldn't help but stare. How strong she is. By the time she arrived at the elevator he had already taken a step forward, her words playing on replay in his mind. "You deserve better" Do I? Could I? He kept staring at her and as he did she turned tomato red. Amazing senses. He grinned shortly but wiped it off his face before anyone could see. He loved how he had that effect on her. Sure there were many women who blushed when faced with the amazing billionare Oliver Queen. But none of them quite like her.
His eyes skimmed over her features. She was rather tiny, which made her kind of adorable. But she was wearing killer heels and it made her gorgeous legs seem even longer than they were. He loved looking at her legs. Don't go there Oliver. Suddenly another pair of legs came down the hallway. He didn't even look up for he knew exactly who it was. It was her. Her who had caused Felicity the hurt she felt. He knew how she felt about him. God forbid he could ever tell her who HE felt. "Why her?" Again he saw and heard the hurt she tried to hide as she said this. "Why her?" Because I wish it could be you. But it can't.
"Miss Smoak" "Miss Rochev", he heard them both say. And as Felicity spoke she looked up. Up at him. Pain written over her face. A pleading look. Not her. Please not her. He looked at her, a thousand emotions whirling through his heading, wanting to come out. To yell it from the rooftops. To show them to her. But he couldn't. He was stuck. Neither of them could help but keep their gazes aligned. Oh, how he loved for her to be his. To deserve her. To be happy again. But I don't deserve you. You are everything good. My dark would overrun you light and you could never shine as bright.
Her look suddenly changed from hurt, to encouraging. Come to me. ME. Her look seemed to say. He didn't think she even knew she was giving him that look. The pleading look to come to her, be with her, be hers. Then he felt a finger tracing down his chest. He could no longer deny that she was there. Isabel. And so he looked away. And as he did so, so did she. The elevator made a noise and she was gone.
He looked down at the finger, not even bothering looking at the person it belonged to. His eyes turned dark as his emotions left his body. There was no love for this woman. No need. Not even lust. Everything was just gone. But he needed to do this. To keep her out. To not let his thoughts travel back to her. Even though he knew his attempts were useless. She was always there. Silently telling what to do. Guiding him in the right direction.
"Oliver?" She looked at him. A confused look on her face. "Is something wrong?" Yes. "No. Let's just… move this into the office shall we?". She nodded and they slowly made their way into the meeting room. She pushed him down against the table and started kissing him. They were empty kisses. He felt it, she didn't. He kissed back none the less. Wanting to keep up the façade. "You deserve better than her". Felicity. As if a switch had been flipped he pulled away and turned around. Finally knowing what to do. He couldn't deny himself to be happy anymore for the simple reason that he didn't want to. Yes his darkness might make her shine less bright, but what if her light was strong. Strong like her. If it shone over him and his darkness and made it dissolve. He smiled. A true and honest smile. Yes. I am not going to run anymore. Not going to refuse what is mine to take.
He stood up and marched out with a remarkable speed and a goofy smile on his face. "OLIVER!?", she yelled after him. Not stopping or looking back he just ran. He jumped down a flight of stairs and ran through the front doors of Queen Consolidated just to stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a concerned Diggle standing there.
As if he knew exactly what Oliver was thinking he spoke;"Oliver I know what you're thinking. And I'm not saying you shouldn't go after because hell, I have been waiting for this moment. But I just want to make sure you know what you're doing. You did quite a number on her bud..." As he said his last sentence his grip on Oliver's shoulder tightened and then let go. Oliver just nodded at him. Understanding each other like brothers. Then he turned around and sprinted away.
He arrived at her apartment before she did and climbed up the drain until he found a window. He climbed through the window. Too easily. We should really fix that. For a moment he just stood there in what was apparently her livingroom, and took in his surroudings. It was adorkably Felicity like. With the bright yellow couch and the great big bookcase against the wall there was no denying this was her apartment and it felt incredibly like home.
Suddenly there was a sound at the door and so he took a few steps back so that he wouldn't be in her inmediate line of view. She seemed to be frustrated as she threw her bag on the ground and her coat flew towards the coatstand. She grunted as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen and a bag of what seemed to me cheetos from the cabinet. He tried to hide a chuckle as she still hadn't noticed him standing in the middle of the room.
Finally she turned around, dropping her glass as she did. At first there was fear which quickly turned into shock and then into anger. "OLIVER QUEEN!" She yelled. "DO NOT EVER SNEAK UP ON MY AGAIN. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY APPARTMENT YOU SCARED THE LIVING PANDA'S OUT OF ME!" Living panda's? He started to grin at her. She was incredibly cute when she was mad. He still didn't say anything, wanting to see what she would do next. It was silent for a few minutes until she spoke again."Oliver, why are you here?" Nothing. He didn't move he didn't say anything. He just stared at her, a smile still playing on his lips. But he swiflty swept it away. "Weren't you supposed to be with miss Rochev? I mean I saw her coming up to you… I mean, you know, as I was waiting for the elevator. To go down. Downstairs. To my car. To leave. You. Not leave as in leave you, I mean we aren't even together. That would be weird, right? Right? I mean you're you and I'm me and….. I am going to stop talking in 3…2…1."
This was the moment he had bee waiting for. For her to wait for him. To make this about him. And so he did. He stepped forward. "Felicity...", he started but he didn't finish it. He hadn't thought about what he would say. Okay so here we are. What I wanted. Aaannnddd it's awkward. Okay so, say something. Don't just stare. What to do except stare. Then she suddenly penetrated his thoughts with another rambling. "You know some people would find it off putting if they are stared at. I mean, staring isn't everything you know. There is this thing called talking. I happen to know a lot about this 'talking' thing. You should really try it sometime!". As soon as she was done he was smiling again. This time so she could also see. And he could see her smile. How happy he could make her by just smiling. How am I this lucky?
"Sometimes actions speak louder than words", and with that he leaned down, cupping her cheek with his hand. He stopped briefly. Hesitating. What if this doesn't work? What if we ruin all we have? I don't want her to go! She can't leave! But what if. Then as he had taken his descision his lips descended on hers, and the moment they did. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her lips are so soft. Unknowingly he snaked his arm around his waist to pull her flush against him while his other hand went from her cheek to the back of her neck. Finally she relaxed into his touch. Not too much. He pulled back, not wanting to ruin it for either of them. He rested his forehead against hers, daring to open his eyes to see her reaction. A grin on his face.
Her eyes opened up to him. Pupils dialated and yet still confused. What was that?" It was a kiss you idiot…. She kept looking at him as she let out an content sigh which only made his grin grow wider. "That… that was a promise. To you. I just… I needed you to understand. She, Isabel, she didn't mean anything. You do. Do you get that?" She just nodded at him, still confused. "Because of the life that I lead, I just think that it's better to not be with someone that I could really care about." His words still stung, even in his own ears. How he ever thought that was a mistery to him, now he had gotten a taste of what his life could become. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off.
"Felicity," god how well her name rolled of his lips, "I know what I said. And I know that I hurt you. But I thought that that was true. That I was right. But I wasn't. You were." A single tear slipped down her cheek and he quickly swiped it away with his thumb. "You showed me that I do deserve better. That I should not deny myself happiness. And honestly even though I might deserve more than her I never thought I could deserve you. I still don't." She openend her mouth once again to protest but he went on. "But even though I may or may not deserve you, you do make me happy. And I want to be happy again. Feel happy as I haven't felt since my years before the island. And somehow you do that Felicity. I don't know how and I don't know why but you do. So please. Please, Felicity please."
It took her a moment to let it all sink in. Please don't leave… "You were right there", she whispered. "I was. I am", he replied as he moved them into a hugging position, happy she didn't step away. How right this feels. He was sure they both thought it.
"I won't leave", she said. The trueness of her words audiable with every sound she made. "Thank you".
SOOOO that was the second chapter. I think I liked writing this a bit more than the first chapter. Everything just came a little bit easier to me. I know a lot of the last part was the same, so I'm sorry but there was only so much I could change about that. I do think I am going to continue this story, see how their relationship develops and there will be appearances from other characters. ALSO I will be making a christmas OLICITY fic. So be on the lookout for that as well.
So that is it for now. PLEASE follow favourite and REVIEW. It can only make me better. LUV YA'LL 3