Thomas Shelby Imagines

It's A Date

Tommy watched as your friend abandoned your side, leaving you alone in the smoke filled bar, his brothers were fully aware of his fondness of you. you came to the Garrison every Saturday with the same friend, it amused Tommy to no end when he saw the surprise on your face despite your friend always leaving you alone each time you came.

He took this as his chance to push past a group of boys a similar age to John, all of whom were discussing something that had no interest to the blinder, and stopped at the bar next to you. He nodded at Harry who slid a glass of whisky to him.

"No the sort of place you'd expect a to find someone like you." Tommy muttered as he places a cigarette between his lips and rummaged in his pocket for a match.

"Why you know I come here every week." You replied. He smiled to himself when you blushed, realising who you were talking to, it was normally Arthur or John even, on occasion, Finn. Thomas Shelby had never taken the time to talk to any girl that couldn't advance his business.

"You like horses?" He asked as he struck his match and lit the cigarette. You nodded and watched the white smoke spiral upwards and dissipate into the already thick cloud over head. "Good, meet me here tomorrow morning." He pushed off from the bar but stopped when you almost gripped his arm, he saw you thinking out what he might do if you had actually grabbed his arm, but he stopped without retaliation to the forward action.

"I have work tomorrow." You muttered. He knew exactly where you work, he knew everything about you, he wasn't going to let himself fall for someone as deceptive as Grace again.

"No you don't, I've got you the day off... be here by seven." With that he turned and left you, not even looking your way once for the rest of the night.

"If I may ask what is it that you want from (Y/N), She's a sweet girl?" Harry muttered as he wiped over several glasses.

"Why do I need to want something from her?" Tommy muttered as he glanced at the large clock that hung near the door. He'd almost thought you weren't coming, until you hurried into the pub and asked Harry for a glace of water.

He waited for you to catch your breath, secretly being pleased that you'd hurried to make it one time, and downed his drink. Once you'd finished your own he jerked his head towards the door and slid his cap onto his head, holding the door for you as you stepped out into the cold smog soaked streets.

He didn't explain where you were going, he simply guided you through the streets, occasionally asking you about yourself. After a long walk you were led to a work yard where a man named Curly led Tommy into a stable.

Your eyes widened at the dapple grey in front of you, he looked much smaller and softer than the work horses you saw every day. Tommy chuckled when you hesitated to hold your hand out to the horse but hesitated when he opened the gate of the horse's stall and began running a rough hand up and down the horse.

"You can come in, you 'aint gonna scare him." Tommy muttered as he beckoned you into the stall with him. You were quick to run your fingers through his mane and gently rub your fingers into its soft fur.

"He's beautiful." You murmured to the blinder who nodded as if he was enjoying your appreciation of the animal in front of you.

"What can I say I'm a man of good taste." He smiled when you blushed a little and glanced up at him.