EDDIE'S POV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harrington tosses a lot in his sleep. I don't know why Henderson is so obsessed with him.
I honestly don't.
Ok maybe just a little bit.
I don't know how, but Steve Harrington is actually not a douchbag, even when he definitely should be. It annoys me ever so slightly.
He looks a little funny in my oversized Metallica shirt. I probably would've picked a more impressive shirt with less stains if we weren't in such a rush.
My head was still reeling from going into another fucking dimension when I realised Steve was staring at me. It had probably been a whole hour since he turned the lights off, but I hadn't even closed my eyes. I just kinda looked at him in the faint light let through by the window next to me. Or stared at the ceiling, but mostly looked at him, for an entire hour.
It probably doesn't help my image as a 'freak' by staring at guys while they sleep, but I swear I could see his stunning hazel eyes glowing behind his eyelids. Or maybe it was because now, his eyes were open, and staring at me in particular.
"What's wrong Harrington? Trouble sleeping?" It was meant to sound sarcastic, I would've even settled for menacing, but it comes out so gentle that I startle myself.
He runs a hand through his hair which still somehow looks good after being through water, sweat, and probably god knows what was in the air of that other dimension.
"Yeah, I've never been that good at sleeping, especially in jeans," he smirks.
I smile and I don't know why.
YOU ARE READING
Beds and Rings || Steddie ||
FanfictionAfter Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie escape from the upside down, they seek refuge from the police in a small motel outside Hawkins. Steve deals with conflicting feelings about Eddie on a journey of finding out who he is, and Eddie might fall for hi...
