it's hard not to lie when there's feelings involved, when no one wants to get hurt
four times you lied - and one time you told the truth
{Steve Harrington x reader}
*takes place in season 4
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Pretty lies are never nicer than ugly truths. Ugly truths have better personalities, they had to be funny in order to make people like them before they turned into beautiful trust.
Pretty lies, though, will always hurt you. They'll hunt you down like a siren, lure you in and lull you into a false sense of security before the reality comes crashing down on you.
That's always what you used to believe, anyway. No matter what you did, you wanted to be honest. And you weren't always, no matter how hard you tried, but the honesty of your attempt did not go unnoticed.
When you left Hawkins before the start of your senior year, you were met with saddened goodbyes. For a high schooler, you had a fair amount of friends and were generally accepted by all.
The saddest goodbye of them all, however, came from none other than the man himself - Steve Harrington.
Before Steve was pulling babes left and right, before he was the school's 'it' boy, he was your best friend. Your best friend, whom you had the biggest crush on. Your best friend, who had the biggest crush on you.
It was cute - Steve was building up his charms, and practiced his best material on you. Meanwhile, you were a hopeless romantic, taking every word he said to heart. It was cute, but it was dangerous.
He stole your heart, and you let him take it. You knew the risks - you knew he was the kind of guy who could win any girls heart, and you trusted him with yours anyway. It was a shame, because it made this moment sting all the more.
"I'm going to miss you so much," you declared, not wasting a minute before engulfing Steve in a hug. You had frantically ridden your bike to his house to say your final goodbyes, running up to his door and frantically ringing the doorbell. You didn't wait a second, despite being sweaty and smelly, to cling onto him.
His body was sturdy, wrapping himself around you just as tight. You took in his scent, woodsy and boyish, all of your emotion delivered into that hug.
"Don't miss me too much," Steve stated, although his grip on you seemed to tighten. "I'll get tired from running around your brain all day."
"Don't get too cocky," you warned, pulling away but still grabbing his biceps, "you're a swimmer, not a track star."
"Maybe you'll get me training," Steve joked. His hands graced your hips, not wanting to lose contact. "Seriously, though, I don't know what I'm gonna do when you're gone."
"Be friends with Tommy H.?" you suggested with a soft smile gracing your lips. Steve scoffed, shaking his head. His long hair tracked his movements.
"Tommy H. is cool, but he isn't cool," Steve replied. "There's gonna be this little (Y/N) shaped hole in my heart that he's a little too big to fill."
"You are something else, Steve Harrington," you remarked, shaking your head. "Nobody is ever going to compare."
It was a vague comment, meaningless without context, but you knew. He knew. That was your confession, one of many, without saying the words. The thought that plagued your mind all too often.
'I want you. If I wasn't leaving, maybe I'd have you.'
"I'll wait for you," Steve swore, taking your hands in his. "I'll be here when you come back."
You knew what he meant. He'd be here for you when you came back.
Your classmates didn't give him enough credit. Sure, he was a pretty boy, rich boy, golden boy, really any of the mildly derogatory 'boy's, but he wasn't an asshole. Or, not as big of an asshole as he could be.
As much as he tried to hide it, he cared about you. He cared about people. He cared a lot.
You shook your head, although you couldn't deny the blush across your features. "No you won't," you argued, biting your lip and tightening your grip on him. "I don't want you to."
