A/N: So this is the start of another multichapter for me (hopefully if I don't get too side tracked) anyway this will very loosely be based on the film He's Just Not That Into You, it is a complete AU.

If you recognise anything it obviously isn't mine and there will be quotes from both the film and Arrow, this is just something fun for me that was brought into fruition by a dear friend on tumblr...

So yeh I hope you enjoy and I can't promise when updates will be added but as usual I will try...

Felicity had had enough. She looked at the dark haired guy with the easy smile across from her. They'd had a lovely meal, a few drinks but now he was messing with his phone.

"Sorry, one of my friends is having a rough day..." He said with a genuine sad look in his eyes, but Felicity knew that look wasn't directed towards her.

"Go." She said softly. "If your friend needs you just go Tommy."

"Are you sure Felicity?" She nodded with a smile. He leant forward giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"You're a star! It was nice to meet you." He stood up, sorting out his dark grey suit jacket. "Stay, have a few drinks, unwind, tell the barman to put it on my tab."

"Sure." She smiled as he made his way to the exit. She shook her head. Tommy was a nice guy, he really was but it was obvious whoever this friend was, he clearly cared for a lot with the way his eyes sparkled when he saw the name on his screen. She sighed to herself as she pulled her phone out of her bag, dialling a number. It went straight to voicemail.

"Sara, just why? Why would you set me up with a guy who clearly has... Something with I'm guessing another woman. I mean he was easy on the eyes, had a charming smile, great jokey personality, in fact I'm sure we'd get along really well but he spent the last part of our evening on his phone to a friend. In all honesty if I hadn't heard a woman crying I wouldn't have believed it myself. But anyway... You really need to stop setting me up with random guys." She sighed. "Sorry I know you're only trying to help but I think it's time I throw in the towel." She ended the call picking up her purse and glass of red wine, and made her way over to the bar section, sitting on a stool.

Felicity wasn't the kind of woman who was bothered about needing a man. But lately watching her 3 best friends all loved up had her questioning her life, plus want was different to need right?

Felicity was career driven, so what if her dad walking out on her, her mum and her brother pushed her into wanting to further her career prospects. After watching your mum work any job to try to feed you who wouldn't want job security before marriage and kids. It wasn't as if Felicity hadn't had boyfriends, even one-night stands, she just was more focused on her career goals than personal life ones. Plus she hated to be the one to admit it, she was kind of picky. She wanted someone like her friends had found, that love that lasts a life time, soul mates, not someone who at the first sign of trouble abandons you and your kids with multiple debts.

She closed her eyes briefly as her finger ran around the rim of her glass. Maybe her abandonment issues affected her more than she thought. She opened her eyes watching the hustle and bustle of the busy bar. She observed the barman, in a blue shirt, who was serving at a record pace and clearly flirting with every female present. She shook her head, rolling her eyes at the way the women seemed to fawn over him. Were his lines really that smooth? Or was it the fact he was supplying them with alcohol for the evening?

"Both," He chuckled, "Hi, how can I help you?" A voice so rugged and silky said, her eyes snapped up to the barman, frack she must have been speaking out loud.

"I'm sor-" her words failed her as she stared into his bright blue orbs, the blue shirt doing wonders for them. His short hair and stubbled chiselled jaw had her mouth falling open. Jesus, was she dreaming?

"Nope, you're not dreaming, I'm most definitely here." He laughed again, before winking at her. "Hi I'm Oliver-"

"I know who you are." She replied without much thought, "not that I'm some crazy stalker or anything, but then I suppose billionaire, playboys get those too-"

"Ex." She frowned,

"Huh?"

"Ex-billionaire." He said looking into her blue eyes.

"Yeh well that might be but I should hope I know the face of the son of the man, whose company I work for."

"Ah you work at QC." He said with an easy smile, but it seemed too fake to Felicity, like his eyes spoke more than his words. There was sadness there.

"Yep." She said smoothly.

"Well what can I get you?"

"House red please." He nodded about to move away. "Oh..." His head span back around then, "and put it on Tommys tab, he said I could have anything." He raised an eyebrow, as his eyes quickly glanced around the place.

"You're his date?" He asked giving her a quick glance. She was wearing a pink blouse and grey pencil skirt, in fact it was her work attire but it was smart enough for a date too. Her hair was down in waves as she had quickly pulled it from its ponytail before the start of the evening. Her glasses were in place and her makeup minimal apart from her bright fuchsia lips. She tilted her head as his eyes met hers, raising her eyebrow up in question.

"I was until he left." She replied not looking away.

"Well he's an idiot, but his loss is my gain." He winked and Felicity literally laughed in his face.

"What so you two share women?"

"Well it wouldn't be the first time." He said leaning over her.

"Seriously? It was bad enough that your friend ran out on me for his friend, though whoever she was was clearly more than a friend, and then I have to put up with guys like you thinking I'll just jump into bed with you because you have a handsome face and all those smooth lines." He smiled at her then.

"I always thought it was because of my handsome face too." Felicity closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. She stood up, and he grabbed her wrist. "Sorry." He said frowning slightly. "Please sit. I'll get your drink and we can talk."

"What like two actual adults?" She said staring at his hand still holding her. He let go then standing straighter.

"Yes." He smiled; it wasn't like his previous smiles. This one seemed softer, seemed more real, more him.

"Okay." She gently took her seat again as he called over another person to man the bar. Then he disappeared through a door in the back. Felicity frowned to herself, had he really just lied to her face?

She could feel the anger of a pretty disappointing night weighing her down. She was just about to slip from her seat again when someone stood beside her. She looked up to see a lanky dark haired, green eyed guy blocking her path. He had one arm on her chair and the other on the bar.

"Hey gorgeous, what's a girl like you doing sitting alone." He gave her a beaming grin, and something in his eyes sent chills down Felicitys spine.

"I'm perfectly happy sitting here alone, thanks." She said sliding back into her seat. He leant forward a little more, leaning uncomfortably into her personal space.

"Well I could show you a pretty good time."

"No thanks." She replied instantly not looking at him.

"Stop being so stuck up, I'll show you what you're missing." Felicity really couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips at his line. It was only his hand tightening around her arm that stopped her. Her eyes snapped up to his as he gripped even harder.

"Let go of me." She said forcefully.

"What if I say no?" He said leaning closely to her face. She felt her hand clench into a fist ready to attack when suddenly, he was being pulled towards the bar. His hand unclasped from her arm as his head slammed into the wood. She glanced up to see Oliver there, he gestured towards the door.

"I think you owe the young lady an apology." He spat out as he held the man's head.

"S…s…sorry." He stuttered as a man pulled him out of Olivers grasp. She glanced up to be met with the eyes of John Diggle.

"John?" Felicity asked.

"Fliss? This guy hurt you?"

"No..."

"He isn't welcome here anymore Dig." Oliver replied crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh come on no harm-"

"You're lucky I didn't break your neck so get the hell out of my place." Diggle dragging him away silenced him before he had a chance to respond.

"I can handle myself you didn't have to do that you know?" She said tilting her head and looking at him. His arms stayed crossed over his chest as he raised an eyebrow. She couldn't stop staring at his arms they were huge, muscular and he looked strong, like he could break her but also somehow they seemed like a safety net, strong safe arms to rest in. She shook her head; no she was not going to think of Oliver Queen like that.

"So I don't get a thank you then?" He replied with a wink.

"Why? You slammed that man's head into the bar and you walked off and left me-"

"To get this." He grabbed a bottle from under the bar. "Latife Rothschild, 1982." Felicitys mouth fell open.

"But... That's really expensive... I can't afford a bottle of that-"

"Ah but Tommy is paying." Oliver said softly as he uncorked the bottle pouring her a glass and handing it to her. She glanced at him.

"But-"

"No buts just drink." He smiled as he poured himself a glass. She took a small sip savouring the rich taste before her blue eyes met his once again.

"You do realise that this won't get you into my pants tonight or in fact any night?" She said placing the glass down.

"Would you believe..." He frowned at her then. "I don't know your name." He said with a slight frown.

"Felicity, Felicity Smoak." He leant on the bar in front of her.

"Would you believe Miss Smoak that I'm not actually trying to do that?" Felicity's head dropped because, of course not. Why would the Adonis that was Oliver Queen, even take a second glance at IT girl Felicity Smoak?

"Girl?" Felicity's eyes snapped up to his. "I don't think you are looking in the right mirrors Felicity." She felt like she was drowning in his eyes, she grabbed her glass taking another drink.

"Well I don't think the guys I date think that."

"Clearly they do, otherwise they wouldn't go on a date with you." Oliver replied instantly.

"Yes they date me, but they just want sex, not that I don't want that, I mean that's totally great but it would be nice if they called, or you know actually wanted a relationship with me."

"Felicity you seem like a nice person. So I'm going to be honest with you. If a guy doesn't call he isn't interested." She nodded slowly drinking her wine as if she didn't already know that. "That doesn't mean you aren't attractive, or a great person, it just means he doesn't want to commit. It's his problem not yours"

"Talking from years of experience Queen?" She said raising an eyebrow. Olivers smile faltered slightly before his clearly fake one slipped back into place.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He winked and she rolled her eyes.

"I could read it all online if I wanted to." She said with a short tone. "I would just like to date a nice guy who wants more than just a one night thing, or you know has the one night thing and wants more..." She sighed finishing her wine. She looked up then and found Oliver staring at her with a soft smile and slight frown.

"Take it from a guy who has spent all his life moving from woman to woman. You don't want a guy like me. He won't treat you right because pure and simple if a guy is treating you like crap then he genuinely doesn't give a crap." The way his voice softened and he belittled himself caused Felicity to tilt her head in puzzlement.

"But surely people can change? My best friend married a guy and then got divorced but then they got remarried and she's pregnant now. Surely there are exceptions?"

"The rare exceptions sure but the rule is if he treats you like rubbish he doesn't care." Surely Felicity could be an exception? If she met the right guy… maybe. "No you're the rule." She looked up at him she had clearly said that out loud again. She shook her head as the blush crept up her neck.

"Well thank you for being so honest. I should probably get going."

"I'll call you a cab." Oliver replied instantly grabbing his phone. Felicity was a smart woman she knew if guys treated you like crap that meant they weren't worth her time but how was she supposed to find a nice guy?

"I'll help you if you want?" Oliver said softly.

"Oh frack, I swear the wine must be affecting my brain to mouth filter, though it sometimes doesn't work right anyway-" Olivers soft chuckle stopped her.

"Seriously call this place anytime, I don't mind." He smiled softly.

"Thank you," She stood up from the bar, "Oh… and goodnight Oliver."

"Goodnight Felicity." He replied with a genuine smile that she thought made his eyes sparkle and the sadness fade, she couldn't help smiling too.

Felicity left Oliver's bar and restaurant finding Diggle stood just outside the door.

"What are you doing here Felicity?"

"Sara set me up on another date."

"With Oliver?" He said slightly sceptically.

"Oh god no! Tommy, Oliver and Saras friend..."

"Ah, well you should be careful with Oliver. He's a nice guy don't get me wrong but when it comes to women-"

"Yes I know." She said softly patting his arm. "I can take care of myself where Oliver is concerned plus he's not my type." Diggle scoffed slightly. "What?"

"He's mostly every ones type." He said crossing his arms over his chest making the bouncer 'look' look even more menacing.

"Yes well I like my guys to have more… substance than money and good looks." Diggle couldn't help the laugh that escaped him.

"There is more to Oliver than he shows the world Fliss." She frowned.

"So first you warn me off him then tell me there is more to him... That's a lot of mixed messages Dig."

"I'm just saying be careful." He said softly.

"Aren't I always?" She smiled brightly. "I didn't realise that you were the bouncer here."

"And barman, and waiter, basically anything and everything." He smiled.

"So you gave up the bodyguard job for this." She gestured.

"No I gave it up for Oliver."

"See he can't be that much of a bad guy if you believed in him enough to move careers for him." Diggle chuckled a little.

"Fliss like I said there is more to him than he portrays to the world and women. He just isn't good with women."

"I think that depends on your definition of good really." She winked.

"You know what I mean." She smiled playfully as he frowned.

"I promise I'll be fine, I know how to handle myself, goodnight Dig." She said walking up to the cab that had pulled up.

"Night Fliss, see you soon." She waved as she stepped into the taxi.

Felicity stepped into her apartment expecting it to be silent and in darkness, but she was wrong. She walked into the open planned living space.

"Roy? What are you doing here?" She said placing her purse and keys down.

"Well I do live here sis." He said drinking a beer he had in his hand.

"Yes but you and Laurel had your date tonight, I thought you'd stay at hers like you mostly do." Roy sighed deeply.

"It didn't go to plan."

"What do you mean?" Felicity said sitting beside him on the sofa.

"Well for some reason she thought I was going to propose..."

"What?! Were you?" Felicity said turning to face him.

"No. We both know my opinion on marriage."

"Yes but this is Laurel..."

"I know. We've been together for 2 years-"

"Technically 3."

"We spent the first year as friends with benefits, after that douche broke her heart... We didn't actually become a proper couple till 2 years ago." Felicity shook her head.

"Still..."

"I get it, I do but I'm 22 Fliss, and I just don't feel ready."

"Don't you love her anymore?" She asked cautiously.

"Of course I do! She's helped me so much, you all have, and I've helped her rebuild her heart but I just... Argh!" He sighed heavily.

"You'll both figure it out." She said placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Just remember she's 26, she's probably feeling like she's waited long enough, especially on the idiot that broke her heart."

"I know... I just I don't know."

"Talk to her, probably not tonight but talk to her." She said softly as she stood up. "And I have work in the morning so night Roy."

"How'd the date go?" He asked spinning around.

"Pretty rubbish, but I had my eyes opened tonight."

"Right..." He frowned softly turning back to face the TV. "Fliss…"

"Yes?" She said turning her head in his direction.

"Remember to talk to Sara about that number for the ads person."

"I will do, go get some sleep Roy."

"Good night Blondie."