A/N: Another Arrow Oliver/Laurel oneshot, I love Oliver with Laurel rather than with Felicity (sorry Olicity fans) I hope you guys enjoy, Angels.
Laurel Lance opens her door and hides a look of concern on her face when she comes face-to-face with Moira Queen, Oliver and Thea's mother.
"Moria, is everything okay?" The young lawyer asks as she allows the woman that she sees like a second mother into her apartment. Laurel can't help but worry: the last time she saw Moria look like this was when she was telling the younger woman that the love of her life was dead.
"No, Laurel, it's about Oliver." The mother of Oliver and Thea says. As soon as she hears her ex-boyfriends name, Laurel looks at Moria, concern showing on her face. "Is he okay?" She asks the older Queen. Moria sighs as she sits down on the couch and gestures for Laurel to sit down next to her.
"No, Laurel, I'm afraid Oliver is not okay. Ever since he returned from that island," the word 'island' is spat out of Moria's mouth like poison. "Oliver hasn't slept through the night, and what little sleep he does get, he has nightmares that have him waking up screaming so much they scare Thea and worry me and Walter, but he refuses to talk about them, which I suppose is entirely his right but he looks awful, he's only getting one hour or less a night and he's up before dawn, he's working all of us." Laurel's eyes are full with tears: she knew that her childhood friend was suffering with being back to an unfamiliar place after five years alone on an hellish island but she didn't know how much he was suffering.
"Laurel, I know this might be asking too much of you but we both know that Oliver won't listen to me or even Tommy when we ask him to get some sleep, but he'll listen to you, he always has." Moria says, the mother of her best friend and second little sister, practically begging.
Laurel gives Moria a smile before hugging her. "Of course I'll talk to him. Like you said he'll listen to me." Moria nods before she pulls away from the younger woman, placing her hand in her cheek and looking into her eyes.
"Thank you, Laurel." Moria says softly, Laurel nods and smiles. "Anything for you, Thea and Ollie. You know that I'd do nothing, within reason, for you guys." Laurel says before grabbing her cell phone. "I'll call him now." Moria nods before getting to her feet, kissing Laurel's forehead in a motherly fashion and walking out of Laurels apartment, closing the door behind her just as Ollie answers the phone.
Phone call:
Oliver: Laurel, you okay?
Laurel: Come over and bring ice cream and one of your hoodies, now.
Oliver: What flavor ice cream?
Laurel: My period ice cream flavour.
Oliver: On it, see you soon.
Laurel: Thanks, Ollie.
Phone call
Laurel smiles to herself as she orders a pizza for delivery just before Ollie arrives. She tosses her phone on the couch and gets the tv ready for the movie night she's having with Ollie.
As kids and in their relationship, her and Ollie's movie nights with pizza and ice cream were known that it was their thing, not even Thea could have movie nights with pizza and ice cream with him as she was growing up. Thea and Tommy found other things to do with Olllie: Tommy and Ollie partied. Hard and Ollie took Thea on shopping sprees whenever she wanted. 20 minutes later another knock comes at her door and she races to open it, seeing Ollie leaning against the doorframe holding the pizza box and a brown paper bag which she knows hold the ice cream and wearing one of his hoodies. She smiles as she steps aside to let him in.
"Thanks for coming, Ollie." Laurel says as she takes the pizza and ice cream from him. "Anytime, you know that." Her best friend says as he sits on her couch taking off his hoodie.
Laurel sits beside him, leaning against him, as she grabs a slice of pizza, turning on a chick flick that she knows Ollie would hate.
She's missed these pizza, ice cream and movie nights.
Oliver leans back against Laurel's couch, trying to keep his eyes open. He knows that his mother, sister, stepfather and friends are worried about him. They don't know what he went through these last 5 years and even if he told them what he went through, they'd never truly understand what he went through.
"You're tired." Laurel observes from beside him on the couch. He nods his head, not bothering to lie to her. She's always known when he was lying to her. "Yeah, but I can't close my eyes for more than a few seconds. When I close my eyes, I'm back on the island and you're with me except you're being tortured and killed right in front of me and I can't stop it, I try to stop it but I'm always too late or I'm restrained by someone." Oliver whispers to his childhood friend who pulls him into a hug. "I'm right here, Ollie." Laurel whispers into his shoulder. Oliver wraps his arms around her back, dropping the spoon. They hold each other for a few minutes before they pull away from another. Oliver yawns, loudly. Laurel giggles. "Come one, we're going to bed." She says, getting up off the couch and turning off the tv before taking his hand and dragging him to her bedroom where he slips off his clothes until he's just wearing his underwear. He crawls into Laurels bed that's piled with blankets, pulling her into his arms, kissing her head.
"Goodnight, Ollie." Laurel whispers to him in the darkness. "Night, Laurel." Ollie replies before falling asleep in seconds with the love of his life in his arms for the first time in five years.
A/N: Another Arrow oneshot, I apologise for being quiet these last few days, everything had been so crazy, I have more JIBBS oneshots in the works. Enjoy, Angels.
