A\N: My second Lauriver in two days, I'm slowly getting back into it. I know I still have Willicia stories to edit and update but for right now my Arrow ones take priority because my Willicia muse has run away and I can't seem to find her. I hope you enjoy this one, Angels.
He never felt alone before he was stranded on the island. Before the island, he was surrounded by his mother, father, little sister and his best friends, Tommy and Laurel, who happened to be his girlfriend, and Laurel's little sister Sara.
Then he was on the island and became used to being alone, became used to being distrusting of everyone he encountered during the five years he was there, became used to not having anyone to have a decent conversation with, became used to hide his pain, became used to thinking that he'd die every time he woke from what little sleep he managed to get, became used to the loneliness that wrapped him up like a thick blanket he couldn't get out of.
Everything he had learned on the island was ingrained in him, making him into a whole other person, when he finally got back home. He became isolated, distrusting of everyone who he could trust, he became used to not speaking unless he was spoken to, he became too afraid to sleep more than an hour or so a night, he became so lonely he wasn't bothered by it anymore.
Until Laurel Lance had told him on the night of his 'welcome home' party that she would listen to him if he ever wanted to talk about his time in hell, but he had pushed her away, like he did everyone else, and she had respected his pushing away, giving him the space he had obviously needed after being alone for the past five years, only checking in with him through texts and the occasional phone call. He pushed everyone away, especially her, because he didn't want to cause anyone any more pain than they've already been in the last five years. He regrets pushing them away, particularly Laurel. He sighs deeply as he leaves the mansion, heading to the one place he can speak about what he went through.
He's not surprised to see Laurel in her pjs when she opens her door and wordlessly invites him inside. He toes off his shoes, shrugs off his jacket and sits down on her couch, Laurel joining him.
"What's up, Ollie? It's 3 am." Laurel asks him, Oliver sighs as he speaks. "I got so used to being alone while on the island. When I got home, I was surrounded by people, and I panicked so I pushed everyone away." Oliver says. "I shouldn't have pushed you away, not after what you offered to do for me, you didn't deserve it." Laurel sighs, leaning into his side. "You don't need to explain yourself to me, Ollie. We should've given you your space." His ex-girlfriend says, Oliver smiles as he looks down at her. "You did, no one else has, they all want me to open up about what I went through. I can't speak to them about anything, Laurel. Thea told me that I had to let somebody in, but I knew it couldn't be her, or my mother, or even Tommy, so I thought about what you said the night of my party. That if I ever wanted to talk about what I went through, you were there." Laurel nods her head. Ollie takes a deep breath, his hand gently taking hers.
"Even though I was alone on the island, I had people, people tortured me, people who betrayed me, people who were different, people who used me, people who turned me into a different man, killed the old Oliver and left in his place a man who has done awful things that would make you be sick before having me arrested and thrown into prison for the rest of my life." Oliver suddenly rips his hand from Laurels and stands up from the couch, pacing around, his hands bunched up into fists.
Suddenly his face is cupped by her hands and she's kissing him softly. The kiss is over just before it begins but Laurel doesn't pull her hands off his face, she simply stares into his eyes.
"You can tell me anything big or small and it'll stay between us, you and me. No one else will ever know what you tell me about your time in hell. Whatever you tell me won't leave our bubble." Laurel says softly. "You're not alone on an island anymore, Ollie." Laurel whispers, leaning her forehead against his. Oliver's arms circle her waist and pull her close to him, her head over his thumping heart.
In this moment, with Laurel wrapped in his arms, he knows he'll never be alone again, not when he's around her because she's always made him feel loved and wanted, always has, always will.
He knows that he will never be alone again when he has her at his side, and he can tell that she'll be by his side for a very, very long time.
A\N: I hope you enjoyed this Lauriver oneshot, Angels, I will have more Lauriver out soon. This ending wasn't the one I wanted but it's what I spat out, enjoy Angels.