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Cold Nights

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: ~4k

Summary: He loves the pub quiz night. She is a waitress in his favorite pub. The rest you already know.

A/N: this is the fluffiest I can get. Tell me if you liked. Oh! And tell me if you noticed any physical description.

Tom was excited about tonight. Like he was about every quiz night at the pub. He loved hanging out with his family and friends, and his competitive side always loved when they win.

"So...pub quiz...tonight...can we go to another bar? I found one not far from here and it looks cool," Harrison said, sitting on the couch on the opposite side where Tom was.

"It's okay for me," Harry said from the other couch, looking away from his notebook.

"I don't know, mate. I like our local pub. I don't wanna go to another one where I don't know who is the owner or the hosts," he explained. "Besides, the people in our local pub are used to us. When we go to another one people get all weird...you know?" he finished.

"Sure...and you saying this has nothing to do with the fact that you want to see Y/N because you fancy her since she started working at Ernie's?" Harry quipped with a playful smile.

"Shut up, man," Tom said, trying not to smile at the mention of the girl, but failing.

"Are you for real? I thought we were over this," Harrison laugh, looking between them.

"You divs. I just don't wanna go to another pub. Y/N has nothing to do with it," he said, still trying to control his smile.

"That's not what your face is saying," Harry said, drinking from his beer.

"Seriously, mate. Why you don't talk to her? She's always nice to you, more than she is with us. Maybe she's into you too," Harrison shrugged. "Besides you're a movie star, she would never say no to you," Tom rolled his eyes.

"I don't want her to go out with me because I'm famous," Tom said.

"Oh! But then you want her to go out with you?" Harry laugh.

"You two are idiots," Tom got up of the couch.

"Let's make a bet," Harrison said, making Tom stop and turn back to look at him. "If we lose tonight, you talk to her," he offered.

"W-what... what are you talking about? Why would I agree with that?" he laughed.

"Because if you don't talk to her, I will," Harrison said nonchalantly. "I mean...she's cute and nice...at least I would have a great time."

"What? You can't do this," Tom protested.

"And why is that?" Harrison said with a mischievous smile.

Fuck. He should've kept his mouth shut. "B-because..." Tom tried to think of a reason that didn't involve him confessing his interest in the girl. "Fine!" he gave up. "If we lose tonight, I talk to her," he agreed, offering his hand to seal the deal.

"Great!" Harrison said, shaking Tom's hand.

"I bet she'll turn him down," Harry said, earning an annoyed expression from his brother.

The pub quiz night was the best day of the week for you. Of course you had to work double, but you got so many tips. It worth it. Plus, you really enjoyed seeing all those people fighting to have their team name on the wall for a week.

"Y/N?! Why are you here so early?" your work friend, Jake, asked, entering the pub.

"I helped Ernie open the bar today," you said, cleaning the counter.

"Oh! How are you?" he went behind the bar and hugged you.

"I'm good. You?"

"Great. I just had an amazing day off, that I spent doing nothing with my cute boyfriend, so..." he said with a dreaming face.

"Please, can you get me one of those?" you joked.

"Weren't you dating that Kyle guy?" he asked confused.

"Please, that was two months ago, and he was a jerk," you said, returning to clean the counter.

"No way! Why you didn't tell me?" he said, moving things and setting the bar for the night.

"Eh...it wasn't a big deal," you shrugged.

"Anyways... I'm sorry babes," he said with a pout. "But hey! Today is pub quiz night. The pub will be full...who knows what can happen," he smiled, wiggling his brows. "Oh!!! You know who would be good?! That blonde boy that always comes with his friends. They won two weeks ago," he said animatedly. "To be honest, anyone from that table would be good," he laughed.

"You're crazy," you smiled at him.

"Yeah... I can be, but that table is yours if they show up," he pointed at you with a smile.

Soon the pub was packed and you were running from one side to another, serving pints of beer and food. You knew almost everyone who attended to puz quiz night since it was a local and small pub so, be nice to them was natural.

"Hey, look who's here," Jake pointed at the door, bringing your attention to the group of boys that were entering the pub.

"Shut up, Jake," you said, biting your lip and trying to hide a smile.

"That table it's yours! I just informed the others," he said, already leaving.

"What?" you asked, but he was gone. You waited a minute to see if anyone would take their order, but none of the others came even near their table. They were chatting happily, not even noticing that no one took their order. You took a deep breath, defeated, taking your pad from your pocket, and walking to the table. Suddenly, you felt very self-conscious about talking to them. Thanks for that, Jake.

"Goodnight, guys. How are you doing?" you asked, standing by their table and they stopped talking. Harrison covered a laugh with his hand, elbowing Tom, that was by his side.

"Hey, Y/N. We're good. How are you?" Harry said.

"I'm great," you smiled. "Are you guys ready to order?"

"Yep. Five pints, three fish n' chips, and two burgers," he said with a smile.

"Okay. I'll be right back," you said, smiling at them one more time and leaving the table. You walked to the bar, telling their order to Ernie.

"So... how did it go?" Jake asked while you waited for the middle aged man to hand you the beers.

"Oh! Great. Do you see the boy with brown hair?" you asked, and Jake nodded. "He's my boyfriend now. I think he's gonna propose to me soon," you said, sarcastically, and Jake rolled his eyes.

"You can joke whatever you want, but he's actually looking at you like he will propose soon," he said, a victorious smile appearing in his face when you turned your head to look at the boy with hopeful look. "So, he's the one you want. And I thought the blonde was more your type," he was laughing now.

"You are an idiot," you said to him, leaving with the five beers.

"Hey, everyone!" Emily, the pub quiz's host, said on the microphone, getting everyone's attention. "I'm your host, Emily," she said with a big smile. "Is everyone ready for tonight's quiz?" she asked, and some people cheered. "You guys know that tonight is the quiz night, right? Some people seem confused," she joked, and they laughed. "I'm gonna ask again. Is everyone ready for tonight's quiz?" she asked more excited, and people cheered louder. "Great. Tonight's theme is football, more precisely, FIFA World Cup," people cheered again. "So... good luck to everyone, I hope you're ready to exercise your brains...or just get drunk," she joked.

The night went on with the rounds, and questions, and people got more and more excited and drunk. Sometimes you stopped, laughing at some joke or innocent arguments that the players were having. Sometimes you helped the people you were serving, cause you were nice, and you didn't like to see people struggling with the wrong answer.

"...you're just stupid man. I'm telling you, Ronaldo was the last one to score at the final," Harrison said when you approached their table.

"Why are you being like this? It was not! You just want us to lose!" Tom whisper yelled at him.

You took their empty bottles, replacing them for full ones. They looked up, noticing you, Tom's eyes went wide.

"I think he is right," you said to Harrison, pointing to Tom.

"Thank you," Tom looked at Harrison with a triumphant smile, and Harrison just rolled his eyes. "Can you tell us who it was... the last one?" Tom asked quietly, after a few seconds. His smile was gone because he didn't know the right answer too.

You looked from one side to another, checking if anyone could hear you, while the boys looked at you with hopeful eyes. "It was Dunga. A brazilian player," you whispered, making the boys smile.

"Are you sure?" Harrison asked not fully convinced.

"Prety much," you smiled.

"Fine, let's put him then," he agreed.

"I owe you guys a beer if I'm wrong," you said and walked away.

"Okay! Our time's up," Emily said, and everyone stopped writing their answers. "Oliver will collect your answers now. You may wat to tweet about how bad you did," Emily joked. As soon as Oliver finished collecting the answers, she was back at the microphone. "So let's see the answers now," she said with a smile. She read the seven first questions between cheers and mop from the players. "Question number eight," she said and you stopped at the bar, listening to the question you had helped the boys with. "Who was the last player to score at the last game in 1994's World Cup?" she waited for a second. "Dunga. He was the captain of the Brazilian team," she said and you smiled, searching for the boys in the crowd. Tom was looking at you with a sweet smile, and you felt your stomach fluttering. Harry followed his brother's eyes, seeing that they were on you. He said something, and everyone at the table looked at you, making Tom hide his face, annoyed. You tried to ignore that, resuming to take orders and serve beers.

A few minutes after that, you saw one of the boys signaling to you. "Hey," you said with a smile, when you got to their table. “Do you guys need anything?" you asked softly.

"How did you know that?" Sam asked without even waiting for anyone to say something.

"I watch a lot of football," you said with a grin.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Tuwaine joked, and you two laughed. "No, but seriously, do you?" he said with a serious face, but you knew he was joking.

"No, I don't," you said with a laugh. "But I have to warn you, watching football it's probably my only quality," you fake whispered to him, cupping your mouth with one hand.

"I don't care. I take it," he said.

"Hey! Get in line, man," Hary said to Tuwaine. "Tom saw her first," he joked and you felt your cheeks getting hotter.

"SHUT UP, HARRY," Tom yelled at his brother, which only made everyone laugh even more. "Jesus! I'm sorry," he said, looking at you. "They are idiots who don't know how to behave," he apologized.

"It's okay," you said with an awkward smile. "So what do you guys need?" you said after a few seconds in silence, the boys holding a laugh. They made their order and you left.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Tom said when you left, but you still could hear him.

Almost an hour later the quiz ended, and the boys lost. "Can I do this another day, please?" Tom pleaded, but all the boys shake their heads no.

"You're doing this today. We made a deal, and you shook my hand!" Harrison said.

"But look at her...she looks tired, and you guys already annoyed her today," he said, pointing at you, serving another group a few tables from them.

"She's not annoyed! You're annoyed. She was laughing with us. You were the only grumpy one," Sam said.

"Mate, If you don't talk to her, I'm the next one in line. Get it together," Tuwaine said, jokingly. Tom stared at them for a few more seconds. "Well, I'm going then..." Tuwaine started getting up.

"NO!" Tom said, pushing him back. "I'll go," he said, defeated. "Divs..." he groaned, getting up.

You were going to the bar, and Tom felt a little relieved. At least, if you rejected him, he won't have a crowd around. He ran his hand through his hair anxiously. "Hey..." he said, leaning on the counter by your side.

"Hi!" you said, looking at him with a smile. "I'm sorry. Do you guys need something? I didn't see you calling me," you said, looking at his table.

"No. We're okay," he said, clearing his throat. "Hum...to be honest, I...um...I kind of made a bet with them," he pointed at his table, and your eyes glanced at them. They were all looking at you two, smiling, and then looked away, noticing you.

"A bet?" you asked confused.

"Yeah...that I would...um...if we lost...I would ask you out," he said, rubbing his hands together. You were so confused. You were a bet to them? I mean, you knew you weren’t insanely hot, but you weren't ugly either. At least, that was what you thought. But now, you needed someone to lose a bet to ask you out? That was new. "Oh NO! No no no! Not like that!" Tom said, noticing the weird look on your face. "It's not because you're ugly or something like that," he was a disaster. "Actually, I think you're very very pretty..." he rambled on and you smiled a little. "But I never had enough courage to ask you out. So they said that, if we lost today, I would have to talk to you," he explained. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this," he said with an apologizing smile. "You can say no, we're good," he said.

You looked at him, and them to the boys, who were watching the interaction. "Your friends made you do this?" you asked, perpetuating his agony for a few more seconds.

He nodded. "They are idiots, I know," he said.

You looked at him again. Ever since you started working here, you knew the boys. And since your first pub quiz night, you always wanted to talk to Tom. But life went on, and you settle to admire him from afar. "I work almost every night, and the nights I'm not working, I have to study," you said.

"I understand," he said with a sad face, looking at his feet, preparing himself to leave, humiliated.

"But..." you started again, and he stopped, looking at you again. "I finish here at eleven-thirty. If you wanna go out later," you said with a smile. "We can go eat something," you shrugged.

He smiled, a look between doubt and hope in his face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do this because of them," he said, making sure you wanted to go out with him.

"I'm sure if you're sure," you said.

"I've never been more sure," he smiled widely, making you smile too. How did he manage to be this cute?

"Okay! So, it's a date," you said, offering your hand for him to shake, and he took it, holding a little longer than he needed.

"It's a date!"

He walked back to his table, and you tried to hide the smile that was forcing his way to your face when you saw Tom's friends cheering.

Your shift was finally over. You counted your tips with Jake by your side. The night was better than you could imagine. You got more tips then you expected, and that was going to help a lot with your bills.

"So... how was it with the boy? I saw you two talking," Jake asked after you finished counting your money.

"You're an asshole, you know that, right?" you said, hiding a smile.

"Shut up. By the smile you had, I know things went well," he said.

You shook your head at him. "He asked me out," you said and he cheered. "But I don't think it'll happen," you cut him off.

"And why is that?" he asked confused.

"Because I told him I got out at eleven-thirty, and he said he would be here, but as you can see," you looked around you, "He's not here," you couldn't help the sadness in your voice saying that last part.

"Oh! What a jerk! Don't worry, next week I’ll ‘accidentally’ drop some beer on him," Jake said, hugging your shoulders and you laugh. "I'm sorry," he said after a few seconds, noticing you were really sad.

"It's okay," you forced a smile. "Now, let's go. I really wanna sleep now," you said, getting up and he followed you.

"Ernie, we're leaving," Jake announced.

"Bye Ernie," you said, picking up your purse and waving goodbye.

"Bye, kids. See you tomorrow," he said before you left.

"Oh! Would you look at that," Jake said surprised, getting your attention. You followed his eyes, seeing the curly-haired boy seated on the short brick wall that followed the riverside in front of the pub.

"Hey," Tom said with a smile, getting up, and walking to you.

"I think I'm going home alone," Jake said. "You two have a good night," he said with a grin. "Call me tomorrow..." he pointed at you and you shook your head, looking at the ground.

"Hi," you said after Jake left. "I thought you had stood me up," you said, putting your hands in the pockets of your denim jacket.

"I would never do that," he said, smiling.

"That's good," you said, changing your weight from one foot to another. You were feeling your stomach do flips inside you and his smile wasn't helping you now. "So...where are we going?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know. Do you want to eat something?" he asked, and you nodded. "We can head this way, then. There's a place two blocks down," he said, and you agreed. "Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah, a few blocks away from the river," you said when you started walking.

You two talked all the way to the bar. He asked a lot of things about you. He was funny, and without even trying, he was cute. He told you about his work, and how he normally doesn't go out because people always freak out when they recognize him. And that was one of the things he liked about Ernie's pub. They knew him for so long that he was just another customer.

You told him about your life as a college kid who works and goes to classes. He seemed very interested, asking about what you would gonna do after graduation, the things you liked to do, and the things you disliked. At some point, during dinner, he leaned closer to you, your legs were touching, and his arm brushing against yours. His smile was perfect, forming those crinkles around his eyes, the scrunched nose when he was animatedly telling some story, the voice between gritted teeth when he was embarrassed or trying to be funny and the laugh that got caught in his throat when you told him something funny. By the way, that was the thing you loved more. How much he laughed at the things you told him. You were usually awkward so, be funny was your way of dealing with things, and when someone laughed at your jokes, that was everything to you.

You kept talking until the waiter informed that the bar was closing.

"It's past two," you said looking at your cellphone.

"I didn't even notice the time passing," Tom said, putting his jacket.

"Me neither. I think that's what happens when you're having a good time," you smiled softly and he did the same. He got up, helping you with your jacket. He kept his hand on your lower back, guiding you outside. The cold air outside hitting you when you got out. You waited for Tom, that was holding the door so an old couple could walk out of the restaurant too. This boy was something else, you thought, seeing him greet the two and then, they left.

"Oh! It's cold," he said, closing the restaurant door behind him, and walking to you.

"Yeah, a little," you crossed your arms on your chest, shivering when you felt a wind hit you.

"Do you want...?" he said, extending his arm, offering it to hug you.

"Yeah, sure," you shrugged, getting closer to him without uncrossing your arms. He hugged you by the shoulders, rubbing your arm. You felt his warmth around you, and even though this was your first date, you couldn't feel more comfortable. He was the softest person you ever met, and at that moment, you wished this day never ended. "Thanks," you said with a low voice, and he smiled back. You two walked like that for a few minutes, talking, until you hugged his waist, absentmindedly. Your arm under his jacket. You only noticed where your hand was when he held your hand that was in his waist. His hand was soft, and sometimes he squeezed yours, like when he wanted you to stop before crossing a street or when he wanted to react to the story you were telling without saying a word.

"That's me," you said a little sad when you reached your front porch.

"Oh! Cool," he said, stopping by your side, and then turning his body a little to face you.

"Do you wanna call an Uber? It's a little late, and I would feel better if you called one," you said lightly. "I can wait with you," you offered.

"Sure, I will," he said, taking his cellphone from his pocket, and looking for the app.

"Let's sit," you suggested, sitting on the stairs of your building and he followed you, sitting by your side, closer than ever.

"He's five minutes away from here," he informed, putting the phone back in his pocket.

"I had a great time tonight, thanks for asking me out," you said when he looked at you. He hugged your shoulders again while his other hand rested on your knee, rubbing circles on your jeans.

"Me too. Thanks for accepting," he smiled. "And I'm sorry for the bet," he said.

"No problem. I'm glad they forced you to do this. God knows how long it would take for you to do it willingly," you laughed.

"Hey!" he said a little offended.

"Please, you go to the pub almost every week, and never talked to me more than a couple sentences. You were far from doing it without the bet," you laughed more.

"Shut up," he said through gritted teeth, holding a smile.

"I'm just kidding. I'm happy you did it, and that's what matters," you said, turning your laugh in a soft smile.

"I'm happy I did it too," he said, and his face was closer to yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek. You looked up, and your eyes glanced between his eyes and his lips. You licked your lips unconsciously, and his hand squeezed your leg, the arm on your shoulder bringing you even closer. "I'm sorry it took me so long," he said almost in a whisper. "I promise I'll be faster with the next step," his eyes lingered on your lips a little longer.

"And what is the next step?" you asked.

"This," he said, ending the space between you two. His lips capturing yours, easily and softly. You turned your body, and your hand hugged his neck. He lowered his hand that was your shoulder, hugging your waist. Your breath felt shorter, and a car stopping by your sidewalk got your attention.

You broke the kiss, earning a confused look from him. "Your Uber," you pointed to the car without looking away from him. He looked at the car, faking a sad expression. "That's what I call bad timing," he said through greeted, rolling his eyes. You laughed at his whining. "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

"Sure," you smiled.

"Great. I'm gonna head home, then," he said, getting up, and you did the same.

"Talk to you tomorrow," you said, putting your hands on your pockets.

"Talk to you tomorrow," he replied, going down some steps, and then stopped, turning around to you. He cupped your face and kissed you one more time, quickly, which made your smile grow wider. "Good night!" he said, getting in the Uber.

"'Night," you said, your stomach fluttering like crazy.

That night you slept with a smile on your face and the feeling that things just changed forever.

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