Whispers of a Ghost

Chapter 13-

You curled up on top of your bed now wearing one of Steve's hoodies and cried into your pillow.

Steve was better off without you, but that didn't mean you didn't want him. You wanted Steve. You wanted to be hugging him right now, not his stupid hoodie that barely smelt like him anymore.

Suddenly, there was a faint knock on your bedroom door.

"Y/N?"

You quickly looked over at your closed door in utter confusion, "Eddie?"

"Can I come in?"

You glanced around your room. Max's bed was neat and tidy, but yours was a complete mess. Nope, he could not come in and see this absolute pigsty.

"Uh, no. No, no. Y/N is, uh, dead." You responded, wiping the tears from your eyes as you frantically started picking up the tissues on your bed and throwing them under your pillow.

Eddie chuckled from behind the door, "how did she die?"

"Decapitated on a roller coaster!" You shouted before mentally hitting yourself because why was that the first thing you thought of?

"That's a shame. She had such a nice head."

You rolled your eyes at his response while kicking the last bit of rubbish under your bed before you opened your bedroom door to find Eddie standing there in his usual Hellfire shirt, jacket and jeans.

He smiled softly at you before looking up and down, raising his eyebrows, "and you are not wearing any pants."

What?

You looked down and, yep. He was right. You weren't wearing any pants. Just Steve's hoodie.

"Pants. Shit. Yeah, not wearing those." You rambled, feeling your cheeks start to blush as you turned and grabbed your jeans, quickly pulling them on.

"Metallica. Ozzy Osbourne. Def Leppard. Interesting."

You turned back around to find Eddie now inside your room. He was making an effort to not look at you, giving you some privacy and instead staring up at the vinyls stuck on your wall.

"Go ahead. Judge me." You said, walking back over to him.

Eddie smiled, "no judgement here. You have good taste." His smile faded a little as he took a proper look at you. "You okay?"

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" You asked, trying to brush off his question even though you knew your eyes were still red from crying.

"You, uh, you looked upset earlier. You sure you're okay?" He asked worriedly and you nodded, giving him a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "If you're up for it, I drew up that tattoo you wanted. I got no plans today and my uncle is at work. I can tattoo you now, if you still want to? If you don't, that's cool too-"

"I'd love that."

-

You were sitting on the couch in the Munson trailer. Indiana Jones was playing on tv while Eddie sat beside you with his legs crossed and tattoo gun in his hand.

It didn't hurt as bad as you had thought it would. Billy had complained about the pain heavily while he got his tattoo a few years ago, but this wasn't so bad. You leant back in the couch, staring at the tv while chatting with Eddie. The pain was a welcomed distraction from what happened with Steve earlier, but the tattoo was finished sooner than you would have liked.

"There's a mirror in the bathroom if you want to have a look." Eddie said, wiping the tattoo with a paper towel once he was finished.

You nodded and stood up, making your way across his trailer and walking into the bathroom. You turned to your side to look at it and you couldn't stop the gasp that escaped your lips.