a series of really cheesy imagines about steve harrington based loosely on taylor swift's album lover
powered by total's "chrissy, chill out", music from stranger things season 1-4 by kyle dixon and micheal stein, and taylor swift's album lover, obv...
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imagine: you and steve meet in study abroad in england.
my friends had all been teasing me for months about going to england for study abroad my sophomore year of college. mostly about how i'd find a guy with an english accent and we'd fall in love and have little british babies. i usually just rolled my eyes and went about my way. when spring hit and i arrived in england, i was stationed at oxford and i spent my first week and a half alone, discovering the city and reading in a library more than i would ever read in my life again.
one day, i was walking the hallways of oxford and i bumped into somebody. all of my books fell and the person simply laughed and walked away. i was so embarrassed as i tried to pick up the mess. a boy quickly came to my rescue and began helping me pick up my books.
"are you okay?" he asked in a clearly american accent.
"yeah, i'm good," i replied.
"you're american," he said.
"yeah, i'm here for study abroad," i said as he handed me my books.
"i am too. would you care to go for a drive tonight?" he asked me.
"i don't even know your name," i replied.
"i'm steve harrington," he said.
"(y/n) bauman," i answered.
"you're staying in churchill?" he asked, referring to the names of dormitories on campus. i nodded, "i am as well. meet me in the lobby at 7."
we parted ways and i walked back to my dorm. it was already 5 and i wanted to change into something besides the plaid skirt uniform and loafers i was wearing. i changed into something more comfortable and went down to the lobby at 7. and there he was. he had the best hair i had ever seen, a sweet face, and gentle brown eyes. and his smile lit up the entire room when he saw me. he was so far from any boy i had ever been out with or around in the best way possible.
"ready?" he asked.
"let's go," i said.
we got outside and i saw a dark blue rolls-royce from circa 1973. i smiled and then looked at steve who must have noticed because he said something.
"it's my roommate's," he said, "i've been trying to learn how to drive on my wrong side of the road."
"here it's the right side," i pointed out.
"true," he grinned.
we started on our drive and it was simple, but the best and most comfortable thing i had done in almost a year.
"where are you from?" i asked him.
"a small town in indiana," he said.
"i've been to indiana once or twice," i said, "i'm from illinois. i live with my uncle."
"what's your uncle's name?" he asked.
"murray bauman," i said.
"murray?" he asked.
"what, have you met him or something?" i teased.
"a few times, actually. he's a frequent visitor of hawkins." steve said.
"hawkins?? that's where you're from??" i asked.
"yeah," he said simply.
"i used to go there all the time," i said, "uncle murray took me up there on a few of his 'cases'. everytime i went, he was with the chief of police and a woman named joyce."
"oh my god. i know both of them like they're my parents," he said, "i love them."
"this is insane," i laughed. "how have we never met before?"
"i don't know, but i would have certainly remembered someone as beautiful as you." he answered.
"are you flirting with me right now?" i raised an eyebrow.
"i don't know, you tell me," steve replied.
"i wouldn't mind if you were," i admitted.
"then i was," he smiled, "i can't believe it took a foreign exchange program for me to meet infamous murray bauman's niece."
"i can't even believe you know my uncle," i smiled too.
"i can't either," he said, "so i assume you know."
"about?" i asked.
"hawkins," he answered. "the curse?"
"the upside down?" i raised an eyebrow.
"so you do know," he said.
"yeah. it was the ground base for his book," i answered. "i'd asked if it was based on anything true and he told me about the upside down."
"his book?" steve asked.
"he published his science fiction book the only way out before i came to study abroad. it sold out in every chicago bookstore in two days." i replied.
"wow," steve sighed, "he's the only person i know who would do something like that."
"he always had a knack for doing the oddest things," i chuckled to myself.
"woah!" steve called out as he slammed on the brakes. "that's the stop."
"the stop?" i asked.
"yeah," he replied like i should have known that already.
he parked on the side of the road and got out. he came to my side of the car and opened the door for me, offering me his hand to get out. i gazed out into the english night and saw the water crashing against the cliffs. he held my hand as we walked to the edge and looked over it.
"wow," i breathed out.
"better than the states?" he asked me.
"infinitely," i replied. "it's beautiful."
"i hope this suffices as a first date," he smiled.
