Requested by AndreaLobo038: Tom doesn't return for two months, making Y/N think that their hook-up was just a one-night thing after all. He eventually comes back but Y/N ignores him since she's upset that it took him so long. He comes back the next day and makes it up to her by asking her out, and she likes him so much that she decides to give up stripping to be with him.

I moved my body on the stage, my hands gripping the pole as I danced and worked. The greasy men sat on the stools chucked ten-pound bills at me, making me give them fake smiles as I tucked them into my underwear before continuing to dance.

"Y/N." I looked up as my boss called my name.

"Take a break." He nodded.

"Will do." I returned before starting to head off of the stage.

"Hey, where you going, hot stuff? Come back!" One of the guys groaned as the others joined in.

"Sorry, guys, the show's over." I shrugged, though my eyes rolled at their disgusting behaviour the second that my back was turned to them. I walked into the dressing room and opened my locker before getting my phone out. I gulped harshly, my eyes wavering as I saw that I had a text from Tom.

Tommy: I have a surprise for you today x

I clenched my jaw in anger at the text. All of the girls were shocked that that was how I now reacted to Tom texting me, but there was a story behind it. It had been two months since the boy's friends had brought him in, and we had ended up having sex after I'd given him a strip tease. He'd given me his number, and we'd been texting ever since. But this was where the problem started. Within a week, it was clear that we had real feelings for each other, and it had only taken Tom five days to promise that he'd come back for me and would get me out of working for the club. Whilst I didn't hate my job, I was twenty-five now, I was getting old in the context of the industry and I was ready to start thinking about settling down with the one, so Tom telling me that he'd get me out sounded pretty fucking good to me. But then he still had yet to show up. We talked every day, sweet nothings being exchanged between us as well as constant reminders from him that he was coming, but the days had turned into weeks, and then suddenly those weeks were two months. He still hadn't come for me. And so whilst I was starting to fall for him even through text, I was beyond angry at him for the fact that it was taking so long, and yet he still wasn't showing any signs of coming. Angry at the fact that he was still happy having the supposed love of his life continue to strip in front of other men and give them lap dances. I scoffed and shook my head, not bothering to reply to the text as I shoved my phone back into my bag before slamming my locker shut. There was only one thing that would get me through the rest of this shift and the pain of Tom still not coming back for me, and that started with 'v' and ended with 'odka'. I headed back out of the dressing room, some of the other girls walking around serving drinks whilst others took my place on the main stage. I walked up to the bar and gave Joe a small smile.

"Your usual?" Joe asked.

"Please." I smiled, making him return it and nod as he grabbed a shot glass.

"Y/N, darling!" I looked to the side as I heard my name. But as soon as I saw who had called it, my heart leapt in both happiness and anger at the same time. I choked, my eyes wavering and my mouth falling open as Tom rushed towards me.

"Sweetheart, it's so good to see you." My boyfriend but not really sighed in relief as he hugged me. I clenched my jaw, my heart and mind at war as he wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart was screaming at me to let it happen, to let the boy who I had fallen for already hug me and to take me away. But my mind was yelling back that he'd left me for two months, and had never said when he was coming back, only that he would eventually. And I had a right to be mad at that. As much as I hated it, I had to let my mind win. I scoffed and pushed him away from me, making his eyes widen as I turned back to the bar.

"Love...are you okay? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He gulped. I scoffed again and shook my head, my eyes glued to the bar as I tried to ignore him. After all, it had taken him two whole months to come back for me, eight weeks, fifty-six days of continuing to work in this place because he hadn't come sooner. I wasn't going to just let him off of the hook. And if I had to be petty, so be it.

"Y/N? Seriously, what's wrong? Talk to me, please." He urged. I gulped harshly and tried to keep my strength as I forced myself to ignore him. My heart was screaming at me to turn and kiss him, but I knew that I had to make him work for me. I sighed internally in relief as Joe put the shot in front of me, meaning that I could finally get out of here. And away from Tom.

"Thanks, Joe." I mumbled as I knocked back the shot before slamming the glass back down and turning to walk back to the dressing room. Tears pricked my eyes as I walked, my heart breaking slightly at the fact that I was walking away from him. But he had still left me for two months after claiming that he'd get me out of here, and so I wanted to make him suffer a little for that before I let him finally have me.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom walked along the bustling street, his eyes on his phone as he texted Y/N.

Me: I have a surprise for you x

He bit his lip and pressed 'send' as he tried not to get giddy at the idea of showing up at Y/N's work again after two months and finally getting her out of there. Since they had hooked up that night eight weeks ago, they had been texting non-stop, and Tom had only been falling for the girl more through those messages. He had been promising to get her out, and he was going to, but even he had to admit that this was a lot later than he'd planned. The original plan had been to go back after a week or two to go and get her, but then work had kicked in and Tom had become swamped for the next month and a half. He hated how he'd had to leave her there for that long, but it was done now, and what mattered was that he was showing up now. He looked at his phone again, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw that Y/N had left him on 'read'. That was weird, she always replied to his messages, but he shrugged it off as he put his phone into his pocket and he walked into the club. Just like it had done on the first night, the smell of cheap alcohol and thumping music hit Tom immediately, the vibrations in his chest almost painful as he walked into the main room. He looked around in search of Y/N, his heart racing in his chest at the idea of seeing his soulmate again. And then he spotted her. His heart melted immediately, a smile curling onto his lips as he saw her at the bar. This was it. This was the moment that Tom had been waiting for for the last two months, and he was so excited that it was finally here. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again.

"Y/N, darling!" Tom called out, making the girl look in his direction as he rushed towards her. She choked, Tom assumed out of happiness to see him, her eyes wavering and her mouth falling open as he rushed towards her.

"Sweetheart, it's so good to see you." He sighed in relief as he hugged her. God, it felt so good to have her back in his arms. If Tom had it his way, and he would soon enough, she'd never leave his arms again. But then something extremely weird happened. Y/N scoffed and pushed him away from her, making his eyes widen as she turned back to the bar.

"Love...are you okay? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He gulped. She scoffed again and shook her head, her eyes glued to the bar as she ignored him. Tom's face dropped, his heart breaking on the spot as the girl paid absolutely no attention to him, or tried not to, at least. She was ignoring him, and he had no fucking clue why.

"Y/N? Seriously, what's wrong? Talk to me, please." He urged, worry starting to creep in more by the second at the fact that she was blatantly turned away from him. Had he been wrong to feel the connection between them on that night and through text? Was he just another client to Y/N after all? The thought broke the boy's heart even more, but right now, he didn't know why else she'd be ignoring him. She gulped harshly as the bartender put a shot in front of her, Tom at an utter loss for words as he just looked at her. He was completely unsure what to do, he had no fucking clue how to make this right.

"Thanks, Joe." Y/N mumbled as she knocked back the shot before slamming the glass back down and turning to walk back to the dressing room. Tom watched as she walked away, his mouth hanging open and tears pricking his eyes at the interaction that they'd just had, or rather, lack thereof.

"What the fuck?" He choked.

"That's what you get for leaving her in this place for two months." The bartender mumbled. Tom looked at him.

"What?" He gulped.

"You're Tom, right? The guy who she met a couple months back?" He checked. Tom's eyes widened slightly.

"She's talked about me?" He asked hopefully, a slight bit of hope daring to fill him at the idea that maybe she did like him, just something else was at play here.

"Yeah, a lot. She really fucking likes you, and all she's talked about is how you're coming to get her out of here, she was so excited for it. And then, two months passed." The bartender nodded.

"I didn't mean to leave it that long, I just got busy-."

"Whilst you were busy doing your hotshot young actor shit, she was busy taking off her clothes for dirtbag men because it's the only way that she can afford to pay bills until her prince Charming, that's you, comes to get her out of here. She thought that she'd have to wait maybe a week or two. Instead, she had to continue selling herself for two whole months whilst she waited for the love of her life to come back. That's why she ignored you." He stated. Tom sighed and gulped, it all making sense now. Of course Y/N was upset, Tom had been promising her almost daily that he'd come and get her at any moment, that once they were together, she wouldn't have to strip anymore if she didn't want to. And yet, he had still unintentionally made her wait for two months. God, he felt awful. He knew that of course he'd genuinely been busy, but he fully understood why Y/N was upset. Now, he just had to figure out how to make it up to her.

"I need to go, but tell Y/N that I'll be back tomorrow. Please tell her." Tom choked.

"I will, kid, but I can't guarantee that she'll want to see you." the bartender warned. Tom sighed and nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing in a thick gulp as he turned and left the club. But he'd be back for Y/N tomorrow, and he'd be back for her for good.

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked into work, all of me already wanting to not be there as my hand casually held the strap of my bag against my shoulder. I immediately walked up to the bar and gave Joe a half-assed smile as he spotted me.

"Hey, honey. You okay?" He asked as I leant against the bar.

"Yeah. Apart from being left to rot in this shithole by my asshole of a boyfriend who's not really my boyfriend yet." I teased, making him chuckle and nod before his eyes flicked past me.

"Well, I think that the wait is over." He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed at his words as I stood up and looked over my shoulder to follow his gaze. My eyes widened, my heart leaping in my chest as Tom rushed into the club and right up to me.

"Tom, what are you-."

"Don't talk, love, just come with me." He nodded, making my eyes widen further as he took my hand and immediately started to pull me towards the private suites.

"Joe?!" I exclaimed as Tom pulled me away from the bar.

"Come on, Y/N, you know that you're safe with him." He nodded. I rolled my eyes and huffed as Tom pulled me into the back, his hand on my waist as he gently led me into the private suite that we'd first hooked up in. I scoffed and turned around to look at him as he shut the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here-." I stopped speaking as he rushed to me. Before I knew what was happening, Tom had his hands on my face and he was leaning down to press our lips together. My eyes widened but I returned the kiss immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to hold his face as his hands moved down to my waist. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, making me gulp as my eyes fluttered open to look into his beautiful ones.

"I'm taking you away from this place." He admitted quietly. My eyes widened.

"What?" I choked. He nodded and bit his lip as his hands moved soothingly against my waist.

"I'm so sorry that it took me two months to finally say that, love, I know that you were under the impression that it would be a week, and it was meant to be. I'm sorry that it wasn't. But I'm here now. I'm here now, and I want nothing more than to make you my girlfriend." He nodded. I choked and bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes at his words.

"Of course, it's completely your choice whether or not you continue to strip, I'm not going to tell you what to do with your own body, but I also know that you don't exactly like working here. So, I want to be your boyfriend, and I want to take you out of here. I want to be with you, and I want you to be happy, so if that means supporting you so that you can leave this behind, I'll do it." He reassured. I bit my lip, my heart almost exploding in happiness at his words. I had been waiting for two months for this exact moment, and it was everything that I had imagined it to be. Tom was finally here, not only asking me to be his girlfriend, but also offering to support me so that I could leave this place for good. I could never love him enough for that, and I wasn't about to throw this opportunity away.

"Okay. Y-yes, yes, I'll be your girlfriend, and I'll give up stripping, yes to it all, yes." I smiled and shook my head. Tom's eyes widened.

"Oh, thank god." He breathed a sigh of relief, making me laugh as he leant down and tightly hugged me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, my face buried into his neck and my tears wetting his skin slightly as we just held each other. This was what I had been waiting for, and it was fucking perfect.

"If you want to, we can go now. You never have to work another shift here if you don't want to." He reassured as he pulled away but kept me in his arms as he looked at me.

"Good, because I don't want to. Let's go now, I'm ready." I smiled and shook my head.

"Good, because so am I." He returned, making me laugh giddily as I pecked his lips before he took my hand and pulled me out of the room. We left the club hand in hand, my heart over the moon at the idea of starting a new life with Tom, and without stripping. And well, I couldn't wait.