Arrow Imagines

Falling ~ Oliver Queen

'm super sad

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I'm in my bed
And you're not here
And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands
Forget what I said
It's not what I meant
And I can't take it back
I can't unpack the baggage you left

Groggily your eyes flutter open and you wince slightly at the harsh sunlight filtering in past the blinds. You turn to the other side to see if Oliver is still sleeping and your heart immediately falls. He's gone. Slowly but surely the memories of last nights argument filter in and the tears that well up in your eyes are instant.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" You yell harshly running an exasperated hand over your face.

"Oh please, Y/N. Do not try to play the victim right now," His voice is equally as harsh as he shoves the phone screen in your face forcing you to read the messages detailing your infidelity.

"You know maybe if you weren't the kind of asshole that went through my phone i wouldn't have had to cheat on you," you bark shoving your legs through a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a tank top.

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm leaving!"

You choke back a sob as you stare at the empty side of the bed where Oliver normally would've been, peppering your shoulder blades with kisses in order to wake you up every morning.

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm fallin' again
I'm fallin' again
I'm fallin'

Once your sobs have died down you haphazardly clamber out of the bed and over to the adjoining bathroom hoping that maybe you could wash the shame of your infidelity away under the water that you'd turned way too hot.

You don't even flinch as the hot water barrels itself against your bareback definitely leaving an angry red trail in its after math.

You deserve it.

You're a cheater.

You're a liar.

You shake your own thoughts out of your head and focus back on the shower.

"What are you doing?" You giggle as Oliver steps into the shower in front of you.

"Showering?" He states like its the most obvious thing ever.

He gently grabs the bottle of your shampoo and massages it into your head and you laugh again at how concentrated he looks. He finishes lathering the shampoo into your hair and gestures for you to rinse it out. You comply still gazing adoringly at the man in front of you before you squeeze your eyes shut and rinse out the soap.

"Do me," he pouts as he squats down a bit and bends his head for you to reach.

There's still a shit-eating grin on your face as you reach for the bottle of his shampoo and massage carefully it into his scalp.

Before you even realise it you're sobbing again with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. No amount of hot water could wash away what you'd done.