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110. Tom Holland | Chasing Trouble

By : call-me-baby-gir1 | Tumblr

Summary: You are trouble, Tom chases you.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, angst, death

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Tom knew he had to know you the moment he saw you at a club in London. From the way you stopped the advances of any man who got too close to you, to the way you danced with your friends with every set of eyes on you, demanding attention everywhere you went.

You knew people were watching you, but you were in the club with your friends. One of them just getting out of a long-term relationship. The plan was to have a girls' night, that meant sticking together and not leaving the club with anyone besides the people you arrived with. The music was loud, and the drinks were flowing fast.

During the night a few random men, completely drunk kept trying to dance with you and buy you a drink. Knowing the intentions of these men you chose to decline their offers and told them to stay away and not to not touch you otherwise security would be called. They would always scoff and call you a prude.

Having not sat down one since you arrived you took the chance to once your feet felt like they would fall off from all the dancing. You chose a seat towards the back, away from a majority of the people. Feeling the effects of the alcohol all you wanted to do was go home. The alcohol wearing off and your body starting to hurt. You couldn't just leave though; you had come with your friends and were here to enjoy yourself. Leaving without them would just be wrong and go against all the morals you had.

Looking around the club you noticed the boy with brown curls eying you. Noticing your eyes on him he tipped his drink towards you before finishing it and moving to the dance floor. He kept glancing at you, imagining what your body would feel like dancing against his. The curve of your hips in his hands, your arms around his neck. He couldn't just walk up to you and ask to dance, not with how you were turning others down, he had to look enticing. Make you want to dance with him.

You couldn't lie to yourself; he was attractive. Maybe you did want to dance with him, get to know him but you were here with your friends. Upon this realisation you got up and made your way to the dancefloor, walking straight past him swaying your hips. Your friends all smiled as you made your way towards them giving them all a hug once close enough.

Although you had burned through all the alcohol in your system your confidence levels were at an all time high. Falling into the rhythm of the music you let it carry you away as you danced surrounding with your friends. Hours pass before the first of your friends leaves to go home, then the rest all follow like clockwork, leaving you as the last one.

Once the brown-haired boy notices you are alone, he tries his luck and dances next to you, hoping you would dance with him. Much to his surprise you do, hooking your left arm around his neck and using your right hand to grab his drink and finish it. After placing the now empty glass in his hand you wink and him and leave. Deciding to leave now before things go too far.

Tom is speechless as he watches your retreating figure. You were definitely something. Something he most definitely wanted to know more about. It was his mission to find you again and this time to hopefully grab your name, your number a bonus.

A month later you don't expect to see the brown-haired boy at the bar you just walked into. Ordering your usual you go grab a seat at a table nearby hopeful for a quiet drink. The boy at the bar still oblivious about your presence in the bar. It wasn't crowded and you had your back facing him, staring into your drink. The effects of the long week you just had finally weighing on you. Thoughts about being reckless cross your mind.

Chugging the last quarter of your schnapps and lemonade you make your way to the boy at the bar and grab his wrist. With you holding his wrist and dragging him to the toilets he looks confused. It wasn't until the door was locked and your lips were on his did he realise what was happening. He tasted tangy like the Stella he had been drinking whilst you tasted sweet.

Tom took control after you both broke away for air, backing you into the door arms blocking you in. He had a dopey smile on his face but dove straight back to your lips. Deciding you had enough before things went any further you break away ducking under his arms and opening the door. You wink as you walk out and exit the bar.

This carries on for months, meeting up at different bars, making out in the toilets and mentioning the name of another bar with a time and date. He never fails to make it, always making time for you. His girl, whose name he didn't know. Once when you met him you decided that the bar was the last place you wanted to be.

Holding his hand as you approach him in the bar you whisper in his ear about taking this somewhere else. Tom thinks he's about to get lucky but that is not what you have planned. Instead you take him to a local convenience store wanting to cause some trouble. You look at the boy giddy, the feeling he always makes you feel. Being with him always gives you a feeling that you had never felt with anyone else.

Tugging Tom to the alcohol section you notice all the glass bottles stacked high for sale. Looking at them with a smirk you thought about the mess it would make if they were to suddenly fall to the floor. Noticing your smirk Tom looked at you wide-eyed already sensing what you were about to do. Rushing forward you give a little push to one of the bottles on the stack to test its stability. To your surprise it isn't very stable. Pushing harder at the same bottle you watch as they all come crashing to the floor, glass and their contents spilling everywhere. "RUN" you yell at Tom.

Grabbing his hand you run for your life to the exit. You check over your shoulder to make sure that no one is following you and when you spot someone you dip into an alleyway dragging the brown-haired boy with you. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins you kiss the boy who is astonished by you. He never thought that he would be caught up in something like this, never thought you could do something like this. He wanted you.

After you pull away to leave, he shouts his name at you, smiling you tell him the name of a bar you regularly go to with the promise of next week at 7pm.

Tom arrives at the bar thirty minutes early, eager to see you but as time passes, he becomes increasingly worried when you don't show. The bartender notices the brown-haired boy becoming gloomy and asks what is wrong "waiting for a girl, she never fails to turn up, don't know her name unfortunately. We come here sometimes."

The bartender looks shocked "oh you mean (y/n), she died earlier in the week. Hit by a car. Tragic really, the paramedics say the last thing she said was to tell Tom I love him. Still trying to figure out who this Tom is."

Once those words were spoken Toms world lost all colour.