So i got a little bit of Laurel's point of view in the beginning...
Also it contain SPOILERS of 1x09 episode.
When laurel arrive where Tommy stood, he automatically reach over and place a hand in her arm.
Are you ok? - He said looking a little worried
Yeah, I just went say hi to Ollie. – She forced a smile, and tried to sound normal, but he knew she was trying to figure something. He didn't push though because he knew better.
Do you want to dance? You know you still owe me a dance… - She smile at him.
Merlin I always keep my promises. - He smile back and took her hand taking her to the "dance floor".
Half an hour later laurel was still dancing with Tommy. She slowly raised her head to look around, and was when she saw it. Oliver was leaving with his body guard. He glance a look to her and Tommy dancing, noticing that she was looking back. He didn't break the eye contact until Diggle turn around and catch his attention. Oliver looked to Diggle for a moment trying to understand what he was saying and when he looked back she wasn't looking anymore. He turned and kept walking. She waited a moment before glancing one last look at him, but she waited too long, because he wasn't there anymore. She rested her head in Tommy shoulder again, trying to forget about Oliver.
Oliver was trying to get a Christmas like he used to remember. So he gave a party, like his dad usually did. When he saw Tommy and Laurel arriving he automatically went in their direction. Laurel seemed a little uncomfortable so Tommy was holding her hand.
So glad that both of you could make it. – Oliver said smiling, while looking to Tommy and then Laurel, and then Tommy again.
Merry Christmas man. – Tommy said while reaching for Oliver to hug him.
Merry Christmas! – Oliver said while hugging Tommy. He then turned to Laurel.
Merry Christmas. – He leaned to hug her. It was an awkward hug, none of them feeling comfortable. She just answered with – Hi.
When they slip, Oliver look to Tommy.
So how long do you guys think it will be till this isn't so weird? You know the three of us. – Tommy said looking to Laurel and Oliver
It's not weird at all. – Oliver answered trying to reduce the tension in the air. He then started laughing which made the others two laughing too. They all knew that wasn't true, but they were trying.
After a moment Laurel broke the silence. She looked to Tommy.
Tommy do you mind if I talk to Oliver for a minute? – He didn't really have a choice did he? He looked to Oliver awkwardly.
Yeah I'll go grab us a couple drinks. And drink them both. – He chuckled. After Tommy left Oliver led Laurel till the fireplace.
I know it's probably not easy for you to see Tommy and I together.
Ah, the invitation said "plus one"… - he smile - not minus Laurel. She smiled back.
I've been wanting to move forward with him, but something's been holding me back. - He tilted his head waiting for her to explain. - I keep making these excuses; that it's my dad, it's my work, when really... it's you. But for five years, I was emotionally... off, because you had died. And the truth is, the last person that I expected to make me feel again... has.
He reached to her and kissed her cheek.
I'm happy. For both of you. – She smile.
Thank you. – She turned and leaved, meeting Tommy. He stood there watching. After a moment he leaved the room.
The day after Oliver had his encounter with the darker arrow, he leave the hospital and went home. Against doctors orders of course, but he didn't like being in the hospital, so he leaved. He was lying, sleeping in his bed when someone knocked on the door. A moment passed before the door started opening and Laurel was slowly entering his room.
Ollie? – She called and looked around not sure what to do.
She slowly approached his bed and sat there beside him. He had a bruised over his eye, otherwise he seen fine. She put her hand in his arm.
Ollie. – She called softly. With that he woke with a startling and pulled away from her touch, moving to the other side of the bed.
Hey, it's ok. It's just me. - She said with her hands in the air.
Laurel! – He let a breath that he was holding. As soon as he did that he felt the pain that his broken ribs were causing. He took a hand to his abdomen and winced. He took a deep breath and lowered his head trying to bear the pain.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. – She apologized. She could see that the accident had been serious from the amount of pain he was feeling. He shook his head and raised to look at her.
That's ok. – He paused while adjusting to a comfortable position in his original place, closer to her. He looked to her again. – What are you doing here? - He tilted his head waiting for her answer.
I… I heard what happened. – She paused waiting for him to say something, when he didn't she continued. - Weren't you enjoying your own party? – She smiled trying to lightening the mood.
Well you know me… - He didn't know what to say, so he tried to see if she could let this go…
Do I? I mean you were never the one to leave a party in the first place, especially your own.
What do you want me to say Laurel?- He looked into her eyes.
Nothing. - She said with a little hurt. - I just thought that maybe you needed to talk… You know I'm still your friend Ollie.
He took a moment to think. Talking to Laurel was easy and most of the times she understood him, but he couldn't really say the real reason why he left the party. Some things he should keep to himself. So he decided to give her the version he gave to his family.
It's different. – She looked at him - The Christmas that I remember, it doesn't exist anymore. For the past five years I always remember the family traditions and the big party and all. – He looked away for a moment. – And I think that I was trying to bring that back, but it felt like to much, you know? The memories that brought of the last Christmas here. And the island… and then were so many people surrounding me… It was too much, so I had to escape everything…
She understood some of what he was talking about. She didn't celebrate Christmas like five years ago too. The death of Sara had change that like the death of his father had change for him. The island on the other hand was something that she probably would never understand. He didn't usually talk about that, and from his scars, it seemed that he went through hell in there. She was caught too long in her thoughts, because Oliver had talk to her and she didn't even hear it.
Laurel? – He asked a little worried.
What? – She looked to him.
Are you okay? – He repeated the question.
Yeah, fine. – She looked away and started to get up. – I should probably go. – She didn't wait for his reply, so she turned and started walking.
I dont think that this last scene is finished yet, but its like 4am, so i'll give you this today, and i'll finish as soon as I can.
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