It's too Cold Outside for Angels to Fly

A/N: Trigger warning: This one's kinda sad, but also really sweet.

Tom and Y/N are 16 in this.

Y/N's POV:

Ever since dad died, it's just been me and mom for 11 years, until she married my step-dad a year ago. He died when I was 4 in a drunk driving accident. He wasn't drunk driving. He was totally against drinking. He was a carpenter. He was always so nice to everyone. He used to come back from work every evening, completely exhausted, but he would always find the energy to play with me, have dinner with us, tuck me in bed, then still spend the rest of the night with the mom.

My mom was an overthinker, but she did it for my sake, and to make sure I never got hurt. She was always over protective of me. I can't even count the amount of times my dad got in trouble for taking me out late at night for ice-cream. Living in a high crime area in Philadelphia, going out at night wasn't safe, but my dad did everything to make sure I had fun, but I was also safe.

When dad passed, my mom, instead of wanting to live out his memories, wanted to completely forget about him, so we packed up and moved to Kingston. This is where I met him, Tom Holland. He was the only kid in the kindergarten that ever spoke to me. Him and I grew really close over the past 12 years. I developed feeling for him, but I never told him, because I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had.

When my dad died, my mom slowly started going completely mental. My mom was a nurse, before she got fired, so she was completely against drinking and drugs, as my dad was. She fell into a deep depression when I was 5. She came home, flat out wasted, and started blaming me for my dad's death. I was confused. I didn't know what was happening. That's when she put her hands on me for the first time. She slapped me across the face because I said "Mama, please calm down." She locked herself in our shared room, and I had to sleep on the couch that night.

Since then, I've had a strong hatred for my mother. A year ago, she married a drug dealer she knew for 2 weeks. He moved in with us, and he and my mother have been living off my $500 salary a month. I've had to work since I was 12. My mom got fired from her job as a nurse when 4 years ago, when she came into work drunk, and unplugged a little girls life support. I've been going to her grave everyday after school, begging her and her family to forgive my mother.

I'm on my way home from the diner I work at when I get a message.

Ping!

I check my phone to see my step-dad's name pop up. I roll my eyes not wanting to deal with his shit.

"wHEM ate you goingh to be bakc eiht that food yoy bitich???"

Shit! I forgot to pick up some food. He's obviously drunk. I check my phone.

11:00pm

Fuck. Nothing will be open now. I don't know what to do, because if I go home without it, I'll get my ass beat, but if I take a little longer and bring it, I'll get my ass beat. I look at my phone again, hoping the time will change, but then I look at my wallpaper. A picture of Tom and I. I decide on texting him, and staying at his house.

Hey. You home? :Y/N

Tom: Yeah. Why? Is everything ok?

Can I come over? :Y/N

Tom: Sure but is everything alright darling?

Yeah I just really don't want to deal with their shit :Y/N

Tom: Lemme pick you up. Send me your location

(Location) :Y/N

Tom: What the fuck are you doing in downtown London at 11 at night?! You know it's not safe.

I had to work an extra shift. I'm sorry :Y/N

Tom: Don't be. Just don't do it again.

Tom's POV:

"Mum!!" I call out as I put on my shoes. "Yeah?" She said walking up to me. "You're not going anywhere this late, Thomas." She said looking at me. "Mum, I'm not doing anything wrong, I promise. Y/N had to work an extra shift at the diner, and I'm not comfortable with her walking in downtown London alone this late. Please, mum." She knows the situation Y/N is in with her parents. Well mum and step-dad. She hates it when we say he's part of her family. "Alright, Tom, but you take her home and come straight back here. Got it?" "About that, she doesn't want to go home, tonight. I'm not sure why." "That's fine. Let her stay over." I smile at her, give her a hug, and step out of the door. "Bye, mum. Love you!"

Y/N's POV:

I see a car pull up next to me. That's weird. Tom's car doesn't look like that. The car stops, and the front door opens. (dw. she's not getting r@ped) "Hey darling. You look pretty hot in that  mini skirt." Adam Smith, this guy from school who hates me yet wants to bang me says. "Get lost." I say avoiding eye contact. "Or what? You're going to call your daddy?" Whenever anyone talks shit about my dad, I lose it. "Oh that's right he's de-AHHH" He screams after I kicked him in the balls. "You talk shit about my dad, and I won't hesitate to take your life. Got it?" I saw through gritted teeth while twisting his wrist, keeping him on his knees. My dad thought it was necessary to teach me self defense. "Fuck, fine. Whatever." He said, trying not to show that he was in pain. I let go of him. He got up from the ground. "You're crazy, Y/L/N." He says as he gets in his car and drives away.

I started tearing a little. I remembered the first time I saw my dad get into a fight. My dad wasn't a very aggressive person like I am, but when it came to the people he loved, he would fight a thousand men. My mom and I were walking though a park, while my dad was getting us corndogs, and then this guy came up behind my mom and grabbed her by the ass. My mom turned around and slapped the guy across his face. Then he slapped her back. My dad came out of nowhere and started beating the shit out of this guy. He was probably around 50, while my dad was in his late 20's. My dad always had so much respect for the elder, but when it came to us, he could give less of a shit. My dad was really fit, and this guy was old and unfit. Random people had to pull him off of the guy before he killed him. My dad got in trouble with the cops that night, but never got charged, and the other guy was charged with sexual assault.

I finally saw Tom's car pull up. He got out, and helped me off the ground. By this point, I was completely sobbing. He pulled me into his chest and let me cry it out. He reminded me of how sweet my dad was. "It'll be alright, love." He says to me while stroking my hair. He guided me into the front seat of his car. "Why is your hand red?" He asked me. "Because Adam showed up and said some stupid shit about my dad, so I beat him up." I told him. "You go, girl." He said imitating Gemma Collins. I giggled a little. "My mom told me to get some food, but I forgot, so I was scared of what they were going to do." I told him. "It's alright, darling." He said to me, soothingly. He knows they're abusive, and he's always been so supportive.

Tom's POV:

God, she looks so gorgeous. Her perfect skin lit up by the moon light. Her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair shining. Stop it, Tom. She's upset. "You can stay with us for as long as you need. Mum and dad love having you around." I told her, trying to make her feel better. She just looked out the window, as she slowly fell asleep.

Y/N's POV:

I open my eyes to see Tom's beautiful face. "Wake up, darling. We're here." He said quietly. "I'm up." I said sleepily. I get out of the car, and walk next to Tom to his front door. He pulls out a bunch of keys from his back pocket, and stuck one in the lock. I watch his hands as opens the door. I see Nikki standing there. "Hello, darling." She says, holding her arm out into a hug. I walk into her arm. "Hi, Mrs. Holland." "You look exhausted, love. Tom, why don't you take her to bed." "Sure, mum." Tom replied. He grabbed my hand, and led me up the stairs to his room. He went through his closet, and handed me a shirt and some boxers. He left the room, so I could change.

Once I put on the clothes, I had another flash back of when my dad took off his shirt in the middle a rainy, winter day, and gave it to me, because I was feeling cold. He was freezing, and got sick after that, but he said he never regretted it. He walked back in and got into his bed. He held the sheets open for me to get in. I got in, and laid my head on his chest. "Daddy would've loved you." I said to myself, as he fell asleep. I forgot about my fucked-up mom and shitty step-dad, and all I could focus on is how much I love my bestfriend.