Fitz sat at his dining room table, planning out his campaign. Every detail needed to be perfect for his presidential candidacy, when he finally decided to go for it. Fitz was nowhere near ready to run for president, but he planned his campaign strategies whenever he was feeling down. Which as of late, was almost every day.

Fitz' phone started buzzing, and he looked down at the screen to see whom it was.

Unknown the screen flashed. Usually, he didn't answer unknown numbers, but something was telling him to answer the call. He picked up the phone, weighing his options, and swiped his finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I have Olivia Pope for a Fitzgerald Grant III."

His heart skipped a beat. Olivia Pope? He thought, I haven't seen or heard from her in five years. What could she possibly want now?

"Sir? Are you there?"

"Yea-yes! Sorry, I'm here. Uh, put her through."

A few moments passed, as Fitz sat anticipating hearing the only voice that mattered to him. After all of this time, after five years, she still meant as much to him as she did when he first met her. Theirs was a bond that was hard to come by. He heard a click, followed by a door closing, and high heels echoing towards the phone.

"Fitz?"

"Livvie, hi."

"Hi."

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Olivia sighed, unsure of what to say or how to say it. She didn't know why she called; she just knew she needed to hear his voice. She convinced herself that she just needed to see how he is.

"Are you still in New York, Fitz?"

"Yes."

"Can you meet me where we had our first date? You know, with the dancing and th-"

"I remember it well, Liv. But you do realize it's not even 8 o'clock yet. How about we meet up at a diner instead? It's right across the street from the North entrance of Central Park."

"Okay, I know which one you're talking about. See you in half an hour?"

"Half an hour sounds good. See you soon, Olivia."

Fitz hung up the call, looking down at his phone, reminiscing about the last time he saw Olivia. How things ended. He wondered if he should go to the meeting, but he knew he wanted to more than anything. He just needed closure, that's all. At least, that's what he was trying to convince himself. He grabbed his suit jacket, putting in on as he was walking to the door. He had his hand on the handle when a voice stopped him.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm going out, Mellie. And no, I don't know when I'll be back."

His girlfriend Mellie, glared at him, her nostrils flaring slightly. She rolled her eyes, walking back in the other room. "If you're not back in two hours Fitzgerald, I won't be here. That's a promise. I'm so sick of your constant dreaming of the impossible and your doe-eyed personality. At this point in our relationsh-"

"What relationship, Mellie?! This isn't a relationship, it's you trying to run a tyranny. And I'm not going for it. I'm done here. You can let yourself out. We're through here."

He shook his head in disgust, walking down the stairs to the front door. He got in the car, making his way to the diner. He drove nervously, unsure of how the meeting was going to go. The last time they saw each other, Olivia broke his heart. He still wasn't over it. He still wasn't over her. Shortly after the breakup, his father Big Jerry set him up with Mellie. They've been together ever since, but not happily. Jerry wanted Fitz to propose, but how could he propose to someone he wasn't in love with?

He parked in front of the diner, walking to the entrance, looking in to see if she had been seated yet.

"Hi, stranger."

Fitz turned around, taking in the sight that took his breath away. Olivia Pope, his Olivia Pope, stood in front of him with a radiating smile. She wore a grey pantsuit, with a white tank top. Her silky hair was pulling back in a low, simple, ponytail. He had to fight the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

"Hi", he said simply, pulling her into a tight embrace. He held onto her, probably for too long to be deemed friendly, but she didn't stop him. Her hair smelled like strawberries, and he closed his eyes to memorize the scent.

Olivia smiled into Fitz' chest, trying not to let the lump in her throat overwhelm her. She didn't know why she was reacting this way. After all, he's the one who broke her heart. She shouldn't miss him as much as she did. She breathed him in, loving the way he always smelled like a fresh cup of hazelnut coffee and the morning newspaper.

After several minutes, they finally stepped apart. He held the door open for her, not once taking his eyes off of her. They sat at the nearest booth, and waited for a waitress.

Olivia didn't know what to say. She just stared at him, her dreams not doing him any justice. He didn't have as many laugh lines as he used to, though.

"How is everything, Fitz?"

"Things are alright, could be better. I'm a little shocked that you called, if we're being honest. I assumed you never wanted to speak to me again."

"Can you blame me? I thought we were more than a fling. I thought I was actually important to you. I thought we were going to get-nevermind what I thought. Things have changed right?"

"Olivia, what are you talking about? We were more than a fling. I brought you to meet my family. You were the most important person in my life."

"Fitz, please don't lie to me, and please don't insult my intelligence. Your father told me that you didn't see us lasting long, and that you were just bringing me to meet your family so that they could confirm your thoughts."

Fitz sat there, his blood beginning to boil. His father was the reason behind why they broke up.

"Olivia, I never once said any of those things. You have to believe me. My father told me that he overheard you on the phone with someone, talking about how you were just with me to gain intel on my father and his role in the senate."

Olivia sat there, in utter shock. She knew that his father was malicious, but she never thought he would break up a happy relationship. But this also meant something else. They didn't break up because they weren't in love. There was heartbreak on both ends.

At that moment, the waitress came to the table. "Can I keep you guys anything?"

Fitz didn't take her eyes off of Olivia as he spoke. "We'll both take the pancake special, she'll take her eggs scrambled with American cheese mixed in, and I'll have mine fried hard. We'll both have the bacon, and two cups of coffee, cream for her, milk for me."

Olivia smiled, amazed that he still remembered what she liked to order. He got up and sat next to her, holding her hands in his. He stroked the back of her hand lightly, exhaling lightly.

"I love you, Olivia Carolyn Pope. I love you, I have always loved you, and I have been in love with you for the past five years. There has not been a day that has gone by where I haven't thought of you. There is a reason why I haven't gotten married, there is a reason why I haven't moved out of New York. And it's you. I've been waiting for you, all this time."

Olivia felt a tear escape her eyes, and she wiped it away as quickly as it fell. She looked at Fitz, the man she knows she's been in love with all this time, and took his face in hers. "I've missed you so much."

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, capturing five years of words, five years of missing, want, regret, and love into a kiss. There was an unspoken hunger in the kiss, as Fitz pulled her closer to him. Olivia pulled away a little bit, enough for her to breathe out "We're in a restaurant, there are people." And she was right. They pulled apart, but still held hands. The waitress came out with their plates.

"This is a huge meal guys, you might never finish!" She joked.

Olivia looked at Fitz and smiled. "That's alright miss, we don't have anyplace better that we need to be."

SO, what do you guys think? Sorry it's been a few days since I've updated, work got a tad hectic. I should be updating either tonight or tomorrow.