Requested by MyMischiefisManaged: Tom is always working and not paying attention to his girlfriend, Y/N. One night, he promises that he'll meet her at his club but then forgets. At the club, Y/N gets hit on by a guy and Harrison has to step in since Tom doesn't shows up, despite the fact that he was supposed to be there. Y/N tells Tom what happened and is angry, but he doesn't seem to learn his lesson, and so she takes matters into her own hands.

I knocked on Tom's study door and waited for a response.

"Come in." My boyfriend's muffled voice sounded. I opened the door and rolled my eyes to myself as I walked into the same sight as I'd walked into every day for the last month. Tom's eyes glued to his work as his pen scribbled rapidly.

"You not done yet?" I sighed, making him look up at me as I shut the door behind me.

"Not yet, sweetheart. I'm getting there, though." He smiled at me. I returned it hesitantly and bit my lip, both of us knowing that his words were a lie as I walked around to his chair. Tom was the mob boss of the Holland mob here in London, and I was his girlfriend of two years. I loved Tom with all of my heart, but recently things had been tough. Of course being the leader of the mob was a really demanding and busy job, but we were currently going through one of our periods where Tom would be working non-stop for a month, and I'd be completely ignored by him. It was as if I just ceased to exist to him for that period of time. This stretch was no different, and so I'd come in with the hope of prying him away from his work so that we could go clubbing. I just hoped that it worked.

"How about you take a break? I'm going to go to the club, I think that you should join me." I nodded as I sat down on the arm of his chair. He sighed and looked up at me as he curled his arm around my waist.

"I really wish that I could, darling, but I still have a bit to do." he spoke apologetically.

"Come on, Tommy. The mob isn't going to fall into shambles if you take one afternoon off." I teased.

"You don't know that." he returned the joking, making me laugh and shake my head before biting my lip at him.

"Please, Tom. You've been locked up in here for a month. I miss spending time with you." I admitted as tears pricked my eyes. He sighed again and looked at me.

"I'll make you a deal, love. I really do need to finish this, so you go, and I'll meet you there. I'll be half an hour, tops, and then I'll be dancing and drinking by your side." he shook his head.

"Tommy-."

"I promise." he nodded as he held up his pinky finger. I sighed and bit my lip, hating the fact that all I could do now was just trust that he would keep his promise. I interlocked my pinky finger with his, making him smile as he leant up and kissed my cheek.

"I'll be there in half an hour, darling, I promise." he reassured as I stood from the arm of his chair.

"You better be, Thomas Stanley Holland." I warned as I opened his study door.

"I'll see you there." he smiled, making me hesitantly return it as I left the study. I sighed as I headed back to our room. I knew that Tom had just promised to meet me there, but I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me that his promise would end up being broken. Only the night would tell. I sighed and shook my head, trying to rid myself of the feeling as I started to get ready to go to his club.

I sat at the bar, my knee bouncing anxiously as I looked around the packed club. I looked down at my phone and sighed as I saw that it was eleven-fifteen p.m. Tom had promised me that he'd be here by eleven. I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my drink. I knew that my boyfriend's work was important, but I had seen a lot more of his shut study door in the last six months than I'd seen of him. It was really starting to grate me down, not knowing when I'd next see him, and I didn't know how much longer I'd last.

"Hey, babe." I looked up and rolled my eyes as a man that wasn't Tom walked towards me with the most arrogant smirk on his lips. God, I just wanted to punch the expression right off of his smug little face.

"Not interested." I mumbled as I turned to the bar so that my back was to him as I sipped my drink.

"Come on, love, just let me buy you one drink." he chuckled, my eyes widening as he put his hand on my waist.

"Don't fucking touch me, asshole." I scoffed as I roughly took his wrist and removed his hand from my waist. His smile dipped.

"Jesus, I was only trying to be nice. Learn how to take a compliment, you bitch." he spat. My eyes widened at his response, another scoff leaving my lips as I downed the rest of my drink.

"Fuck you." I nodded before standing up and starting to head away from him. My eyes widened again, a yelp leaving my lips as I felt his hand grab my ass as I walked away. I turned back to him, the smirk back on his lips as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"What's the problem now, baby?" he smirked.

"The problem is that you just sexually assaulted me, you prick-."

"Woah, what's going on?" I looked to the side and sighed in relief as Harrison rushed towards us.

"This bitch is claiming that I sexually assaulted her." the guy scoffed and shook his head. I had to suppress a smirk at the fact that he didn't know who Harrison was to me and therefore didn't know what would happen next. Though the smirk was pushed back easily enough given that I was furious that Tom wasn't here. There was no way that this asshole would have tried his luck with me if I was here with another man.

"He grabbed my arse, Haz. After I politely said no to a drink and got called a bitch for exercising my right to deny him." I nodded as I looked straight at the man. Harrison raised his eyebrows and followed my gaze to stare down the dickhead.

"I think that you need to leave, mate." He nodded, making the man's eyes widen.

"What?! You're going to make ME leave because of some slut lying-."

"That's strike two, you need to stop calling her names." Harrison spat as he squared up to the man.

"Or what, tough boy?" the man snapped in his face. Harrison smiled and nodded before swinging his fist into the man's face. I sighed and shook my head, just watching the scene unfold as the man fell to the floor. Harrison straddled him and sent multiple blows to his face, Tom's men now standing next to me as they waited to cart the waste of space out of the club. The guy's eyes closed, his lips caked in blood as Harrison finally stopped punching him.

"You know what to do, boys." he mumbled as he stood up and shook his fist out. Tom's men picked the guy up and dragged him out as Harrison looked at me.

"You okay, Y/N?" he checked.

"No, I'm not. Tom was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. That asshole never would have tried it on with me if I was on Tom's arm. He fucking broke his promise, he hasn't shown up and I got sexually assaulted for that. I could fucking kill him right now." I shook my head. Harrison sighed and looked at me.

"I'm sorry that he's not here, Y/N. Maybe you're right, maybe that guy wouldn't have hit on you if you were with another guy." he nodded.

"I know for a fact that I wouldn't have been hit on because guys like that only take a woman's 'no' if she's with a man. I wasn't with a man, and so my 'no' wasn't valid to him. At least you were here, thank you for stepping in." I sighed.

"It's alright, I saw what was happening and had to intervene. I think that you need to talk to Tom, though." he reasoned.

"I don't need to talk to him, Haz, I need to yell at the top of my lungs at him." I mumbled, making Harrison sigh as I grabbed my purse and headed out of the club.

I stormed into Tom's study, his head shooting up to look at me as I barged in.

"Hey, love, you look nice-." his eyes widened.

"Shit, sorry, darling, I completely forgot, give me two minutes to get ready." he gulped as he shot up from his desk and started running around the study to grab his stuff.

"Tom, I've just come back from the club. It's midnight, you were supposed to meet me there at eleven." I snapped. He stopped rushing around, his eyes widening further at my words.

"Shit...sweetheart, I'm really sorry." he groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You should be. I waited for almost an hour for you." I spat.

"I'm really sorry, love, I just forgot. It completely slipped my mind." he admitted with a sigh. My eyes widened, a choke leaving my lips at his confession. He had forgotten about me.

"Well, you forgetting meant that I was there alone, and some guy hit on me. He grabbed my arse and tried to buy me a drink before Harrison stepped in. Haz had to do the job that you were meant to be there for." I choked. He looked at me with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open as he was clearly at a loss for words.

"Babe, I'm so sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry that you got assaulted. You're right, I should have been there. I promise that next time will be different." he gulped.

"It won't be, though, Tom, because it never is with you. Every single time, you promise that you'll be there and then you don't bother. I'm fucking over it." I shook my head as tears started to leave my eyes. His face softened as he saw how upset I was.

"Darling-."

"You get one more chance, Tom. One. You get one more chance to prove that I'm not just some invisible force in your life. You get one more chance to prove that you love me as much as you say that you do, and that you'll be there when I need you. I shouldn't even be giving you that much since you weren't there tonight, but I'm going against my better judgement. You better stick to this because you don't want to know what I'll do if you don't." I warned and shook my head. He gulped harshly, his eyes wavering as he looked at me.

"Why? What will you do?" he mumbled. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave.

"Sweetheart, please!" he yelled after me, but I ignored him as I stormed out of his study and to our bedroom. I had a suspicion that nothing with Tom would change, and so I was already starting to plan in my head what I was going to do when he inevitably fucked up the final chance that I was giving him. I wasn't sure on all of the plans yet but I did know one thing: when I did it, he was going to absolutely fucking hate it. I would make sure of it.