#a day to remember

Pairing:modern!Thomas Shelby x modern!OC

Warning:Strong Language, Graphic Depictions Of Violence & Smut

Words: 1916

Part 1 ||Part 3

a/n:elo, elo. back at it again with a new chapter. I wanted to post once per week because I thought I wouldn’t be able to write it any quicker. But then I started writing it yesterday and I already have like 16 pages soooo…might as well post some…

All he could think of was getting off from that fucking stage and finding that woman.

All he could think of was her.

Thomas stayed put, not moving from the position on the middle of the stage, unlike the rest of his family, who were already half way off the stage, ready to continue their chats with the guests who have moved on from the toast.

“Hey Tommy, let’s go,” Arthur called after Tommy, a bit louder than he probably should have. That was made obvious to him by his wife who slapped him across the upper arm and threw him a look, having him realise that was not the proper way of communicating during such an event.

It still snapped Tommy back into reality and he quickly stepped from the stage, making his way through the crowd and completely ignoring his family or anyone that attempted to talk to him. At that moment he was simply too intrigued by the brown-haired woman that caught his eye.

He tried to calm his nerves together with his thoughts with a drink, but since the waiters just carried around champagne, he had go to the bar, located next to the opening to the balcony and order himself a whisky. Not the most prestigious drink but it was an old-time favourite and he did not plan on letting go of a habit just because he became rich.

While he was leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand he kept an eye out for the woman that caught his interest. However, that turned out to be a waste of time, as he soon realized that she was not even in the venue anymore. It appears it was too busy for her as well and she stepped aside, moving her to stay onto the balcony. Despite it being New York, it was still summer, therefore not cold at all. Still something inside of Tommy made him want to go off and put his jacket on top of her shoulders, probably ruining her whole aesthetic with it, but it would just seem proper. However, he decided against that option and opted for a smoother first impression, by simply joining her onto the balcony.

As soon as he closed the balcony door the world seemed a bit quieter, even if the city that never sleeps actually never sleeps. Ambulances, taxi horns, people yelling… all of them sounding much calmer than the music and chatter coming from inside.

“The one minute.” that low hoarse voice that could captivate hearts by storm broke the silence of the woman and caught her attention. She turned towards the man that now leaned against the railing next to her.

“Excuse me?” she raised her eyebrow, looking at him with a confused expression plastered against her face. But Tommy could not focus on her annoyance at that moment, because he got lost in the sound of her voice. Appealing yet orotund at the same time.

It took him a second to connect his thoughts before he turned towards the skyline again, breaking away from her gaze, just to place a cigarette between his lips light it and. With every second that he postponed his story, she seemed more and more annoyed: “The soldier’s minute. In a battle, that’s all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.”

“Well, soldier, you wasted your minute with silence.” she turned her head a bit to the side, away from him.

“I’d have to disagree.” he corrected her, looking down on her face structure from the corner of his eyes. Turning his gaze back towards him utterly, she finally made eye contact with the foreigner. Her fine cheekbones, the make-up that accentuated all her features, that soft skin and those red lips, so plump and kissable. But the one feature that captivated him for the longest were her eyes, the almond-shaped pools of brown gold, staring at him with a hint of curiosity, however, hidden underneath a whole lot of irritation.

The fine arrangement of colours in various tones of brown and black accentuated her eyes even more, elongating them, turning them into a mysterious pit in which Thomas would not mind diving in. It was in that second that she felt speechless, even if it was just a second, it meant a lot coming from someone who always had a snappy remark and a bitchy attitude.

Those ocean blue eyes seemed to have hit her, just like her almond eyes seemed to have left an impression on him. They just stayed silent, lost in the moment, before Tommy added in a much quieter and lower voice: “it appears we’ve had quite the minute.”

“I’d beg to differ, Mr. Shelby.” she smirked before sipping on her champagne, “to me it seems to be a minute wasted.”

“Since you already know who I am, how about you tell me who you are?” he tilted his head, slowly inching towards her with every sentence that leaves his mouth.

“I know who you are because this is your party. Your name was on the invitation. And since it is your party, you should probably know who your guests are. Me introducing myself would be unnecessary.”

“It is actually my sister’s party. I, myself, am not big on parties and such sorts. I prefer more intimate gatherings.” his fingers unconsciously moved towards her long hair, touching the softness and smoothness of her wavy lock, while gazing down at her face. His face kept on inching towards her, popping her personal space bubble ever so slightly.          For a second there he would have sworn that she was also leaning in, wanting him.

“Good, Mr. Shelby. It’s good to want things,” wanting to appear uninterested, the woman rolled her eyes and stepped away. She would never admit it, but as soon as he touched her hair, despite it being not completely on purpose, she has lost it and her heart possibly skipped a beat.

He raised his eyebrows, fascinated by how unimpressed he left her: “did my family ever do something to you Miss…?”

“Nice try, Mr. Shelby. But I-” he cut her off just as she addressed him by his surname again.

“Thomas.”

“As I said, Mr. Shelby, I know a lot about your family and your company and trust me I would not want your family to have anything to do with me.” she glared at the man, still stubbornly denying calling him by his first name.

He was attracted to that woman. Nevertheless, her attitude towards his family made him suspicious. Thomas kept his gaze on her, not showing any emotions, just keeping a straight poker face. Taking his silence as a gesture for her to continue her speech, she moved on: “Just because you’re from the UK doesn’t mean rumours don’t spread across the pond. I’m not sure you realize, but we have internet here as well, Mr. Shelby.”

She placed her champagne on top of the fence and turned her body facing him: “You’re one of the richest families in the UK, yet you seemed to be the most fucked up one.” the grip on his glass just tightened with every word she said, “first your brother dies in what seems like a car accident, or at least that’s what you told the press before paying them to keep their mouths shut.

“But we all know it was from a shooting between your people and some Italian gang, I assume. Not that I cared enough to know which one. Though something tells me that such sufficient men would come from our Big Apple.” she held up one finger, before adding another one and continuing: “then we have your little group of business associates who you presumably call the “Peaky Blinders”, if I’m not incorrect, very creative by the way” the woman even put the name in quotation marks with her fingers, “and not to mention the third and final thing that could be a personal attack just to you, but still counts: how come all your brothers seem to have someone, but only you are all alone? Is it cause your wife died?”

“Poor thing. Heard she was a beauty. Thought I can see how she would fall for someone like you. Was her death also an accident? Or are we just gonna quit lying all together?”

The way he looked at her in that instance was something reserved only for his enemies, but the way she spoke about his family, even if it were only assumptions, made his insides boil. He knew very well he could not make a scene in front of the whole high society of New York, not here and not now.

As she did not get an answer from him, she took that as a win on her side and took off, turning away. However, she did not get far, before Tommy grabbed harshly onto her upper arm and stopped her from taking another step: “Know this, love: do not mess with the Peaky fucking Blinders.” he hissed against her ear, causing her to take a deep breath and keep a steady face. Making a scene would not be positive for either side.

However, she would never let a man embarrass her or order her around in public, so she kept her cool and faced the furious man: “Know this, love,” she mocked his accent, “do not mess with me. I am not scared of you, no matter how rich and powerful you are. This isn’t fucking Birmingham. This is New York and you don’t rule here.” she pulled out of his grip and stepped away, walking towards the door of the venue, but not before stopping and turning back to him one last time: “and for your information, the name’s Datcu.”

“As in-” Tommy’s anger apparently faded for just a second, in a mix of pure shock and surprise.

“Good night, Mr. Shelby.” and with that she vanished inside the crown and made her way home, into the dark of the night.

Thomas on the other hand, was left alone on the balcony. Fucking mad and fucking excited. He did not have such a feeling of want in a long time. He needed to know that woman before he could decide if she was his enemy or not. And knowing her name was Datcu only made him want her more. He blew one last smoke into the sky above him, before Michael came looking for him, wanting him to meet some businessmen.

“Michael, I want you to find something out for me.” Thomas walked a step faster than Michael, not bothering to turn around as the young man turned his attention towards his cousin, “I want you to find out about Datcu relatives in the USA, to be more specific in New York.”

“But-I mean…aren’t they-” Michael stopped his steps for a second, bewildered by the sudden and unexpected request of his older cousin.

“All dead? That’s what I thought as well…guess we’re in for a treat here.” Thomas’ eyes wandered carefully around the room as they made their way towards the people that wished to speak with Thomas. He wondered if she was still in the building or if she was already on the other side of the town.

No matter who he would meet afterwards, no one would catch his interest so much as the brown-haired spitfire.

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