2 am phone calls

A\N: Another Arrow Lauriver oneshot. I love this couple. I preferred him with Laurel rather than with Felicity. Laurel was the only one who willingly saw his scars, Laurel was the one who ate ice cream with him, Laurel was the one who convinced him to be the Arrow when he wanted to quit. Laurel knows him better than anyone. I hope you enjoy this Lauriver oneshot, Angels.

Laurel Lance groans sleepily as she reaches for her ringing phone that's on her nightstand. Looking at the caller ID, she feels her heart race.

"Oliver?" She asks.

"Laurel." Comes the voice of Oliver "Ollie" Queen. Laurel removes the phone from her ear and looks at the time. 02:00. "Oliver, it's two am." The young lawyer says. She hears her childhood friend sighing a shuddering sigh. "I...I know." He says, stumbling over his words a little bit. Laurels' eyebrows furrow ion concern. Ever since he returned home from the island that held him captive for 5 years, he's been pushing everyone that loves him away, her especially. And she hates it. She doesn't want him to push her away, she wants him to open up to her about some of what he went through, she doesn't want him to keep it all bottled up. "Ollie, why did you call me?" she asks her ex-boyfriend, using the nickname she had given them when they were five years old. Oliver sighs again on the other end of the phone. "Because...because." He gets out. "After everything, I've put you through, you still answered the phone at 2 am, knowing it was me calling." He says knowingly. Laurel smiles even though he can't see it. She's always told him that she'd always answer the phone whenever he called. 

"Yeah, I will, so what's wrong?" She asks, as much as she loves him, she wants him to get to the point so she can get back to sleep, she has an early morning court case tomorrow, sitting up in bed and leaning against the headboard. "I had another nightmare." He tells her softly. Laurel feels her heart crack a little bit as she closes her eyes, she knows he's been having nightmares, the circles underneath his blue eyes are proof of that, and besides she knows him well enough to know when he's not sleeping. "Oh, Ollie." Laurel breathes, opening her eyes. "Do you wanna talk about it?" She hopes by asking the question, he'll start to open up about his five years on the island. "Are you sure you wanna hear it?" He asks. Laurel smiles, he loves how considerate he is. "Yeah, I'm sure, Ollie." She whispers. Ollie sighs once more she knows that he doesn't really want to talk to her about his nightmare.

"It was cold on the island, always cold. It was freezing all year round, no matter what season it was, even in summer it was at its lowest temperatures. I couldn't warm, I didn't have warm clothes, just the ones I had on my back, I had no shoes, I was barefoot, even the fires didn't do much, only letting off the barest amounts of warmth that wouldn't even take the edge off of frostbite. I got better at ignoring the cold, at least for a little bit. It didn't last long until the cold came back. As the years went on, the cold didn't bother me anymore, as did the hunger. But there were nights where the cold was unbearable but I found something to help me keep warm." Ollie recalls. During his remembering, tears had started to run down her face. It was so sad that the island was so cold and that he couldn't get even the tiniest bit of warmth while she had fluffy blankets and heating while he didn't have anything. "What did you find?" She asks, using one hand to wipe away the tears, as much as she hates it, she hopes he made a fur blanket by killing an animal for at least a little bit of warmth. "I had dreams about you, about us, about our life together  if I hadn't gone on the boat with my father and Sara, just holding you in my arms again, our reunion, anything and everything that included you." He tells her, Laurel smiles as the tears start again. She's glad it was her who made him warm during his time on the island.

"I'm glad you did, Ollie." She says with a smile.

Her and Ollie spend the rest of the night talking and reminiscing about their past and Laurel is glad he called her and she answered the phone at 2 am.

A\N: Four stories in one day. I'm on a roll, I love when I have days when I can just sit and write for hours. I'm planning on getting a fifth story out tonight before bed. I hope you enjoy this Lauriver oneshot, Angels.