Strange Love / Steve Harrington

Chapter 9: Bullshit

The next morning, Clara woke up to the sun shining throughout the room and reflecting onto her. She refused to wake up for a bit until she finally opened her eyes. She opened her eyes to see a familiar room. It wasn't her room though.

She quickly sat up in the bed with her eyes widened. She looked at her surroundings to find out where she saw the room before but she couldn't put her finger on it. She looked at herself and saw her in an oversized t-shirt and short shorts. She flopped back onto the ground and ran her fingers through her hair. She laid down and thought to herself for a moment until she heard the bedroom door open.

She leaned forward slightly and looked to the door to see Steve walk into the room. "Hey."

She sat back up in the bed as Steve walked over to her. She thought about how she got to his house, not having recollection of the other night. That's when the worse came into her head. "Oh my god! Did we sleep together?!"

Steve sat down at the end of the bed, beside where her feet resided. "No! No!"

"Oh, thank God." She muttered to herself, wiping her hand over her forehead in relief. "What happened last night? Why am I in your bed? And why do I have different clothes on?"

"You were really drunk." He simply said.

She squinted her eyes at him. "That doesn't explain how I'm in your bed and why I have different clothes on."

"Oh yeah!" He began. "I was going to bring you home but when we got there, you told me you didn't want to go home so this is all I had in mind. And about the clothes, those are mine. You kept trying to take off your clothes in front of me for some reason but I left the room and gave you a change of clothes, my clothes."

Clara smacked her hand to her forehead. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine. It just proves that I still got it." He winked at her jokingly.

Clara knew what he meant by it and threw his bed pillow at his face. "You could never pull me."

"Oh really? Because you trying to take your clothes off in front of me says otherwise." He retorted.

"Steve, literally shut up or I will break your nose." She threatened him jokingly, making him go quiet.

Steve was about to get off the bed and leave Clara alone when a memory from last night popped into Clara's head. When she walked over to him, he was wiping at his eyes like he was crying. She wanted to know what was going on. "Steve."

He sat back down on the bed fully, setting his attention on Clara. "What happened last night? How come you were crying?"

"What? I wasn't crying! No way." He tried fighting the fact but Clara could see right through him. "Nancy was drunk and told me that everything about our relationship was bullshit and that she doesn't love me."

"Steve." Clara breathed out, calling to him sympathetically. "I love my sister with all my heart but she's bullshit. You are a great guy and she's letting you go too easily."

"You know..." He began. "If Nancy's bullshit, as you put it, why doesn't she love me? What does that say about me?"

"If she's bullshit, she's stupid." Clara reasoned with the boy. "I've been you in your position before and... it sucks. I know but... you'll eventually find the right person. Like have you seen yourself?!"

Steve chuckled at her ending sentence, finding her humor comforting in that moment.

The night before

"Alright, Clara, come on." Steve lightly pushed Clara into the house.

She tried walking around the house, finding the smallest things interesting. She noticed a glass vase on the nearby table and was interested. "Ooo, what's this-"

Steve panicked since that was an expensive vase that was his mother's. He pulled Clara back lightly, leading her to the stairs. She wouldn't budge so he resulted to the only thing possible. He placed his arms behind her and lifted her up in his arms bridal style.

She gasped joyfully as he carried her up the set of stairs. "Oh my god! Steve!"

Steve didn't mind carrying her. He had enough strength from doing basketball and being on the wrestling team. She hung her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall.

He reached the top step of the staircase without any problems and placed her back on the ground carefully. He let her feet hit the ground before letting go of her. He gripped onto her again by grabbing her forearms and leading her into his bedroom. She remembered the room from when she walked in on Steve that one time.

He helped her into the room, leaving her standing in the middle whilst he set up his bed for her. As he did so, Clara reached for the sleeves on her leotard and tried pulling them down. Before she could reveal anything, Steve grabbed her hands and placed them by her side. "Clara!"

"Come on, Steve!" She whined. "You know you want me! You should've seen your face tonight when you saw me walk in."

He was hesitant to respond. He didn't know if he should ignore her or speak up. "Not now."

He quickly looked into her green eyes that stared at him with admiration before he looked away and helped her sit down on the bed. She tried reaching for her feet, trying to take off her heels when Steve stepped in. He pulled the each of the heels off of her feet one-by-one and placed them at his bedside. Clara smiled at his gesture but couldn't say anything without blushing like crazy.

Clara continued to sit on the bed when Steve started to rummage through his bureau drawers. He searched through each drawer thoroughly until he had a set of clothes for the blonde. The clothes were a T-shirt and a pair of his basketball shorts.

He handed her the clothes gently, knowing she couldn't keep a grip with her state. "Here. You can change into these."

"Thanks." She thanked him.

She struggled to stand back up but Steve helped her out by placing her arm around his neck and helping her stand. Once she was steady, he walked away from her and let her change, not leaving the room. He stood with his back to her, facing the wall.

He stayed in the room to supervise her and make sure she didn't get hurt while she changed. He patiently waited while she undressed and changed into the clothes given to her. He waited a minute until he heard her speak. "You can look, pretty boy."

Clara didn't hesitate to collapse back onto the bed. She laid on the bed sideways with her feet dangling over the edge. Steve helped her position herself in the bed and moved her legs onto the bed. She curled up into the cozy bed with a comforting smile on her face.

Steve gripped onto the comforter and covered her up, keeping her from getting cold. He made sure she was comfortable in the bed before he started to walk away. When he almost took a full step, he was stopped when he heard her faint voice. "Steve?"

He turned to her with his doe eyes, making her feel safe and comforted. "Yeah?"

"Thank you." She practically mumbled. Her voice was so faint that Steve could barely make out what she said.

He was about to respond when he saw Clara, already resting after the night she had. He smiled at the sight of her and felt at peace. He felt on top of the world at the moment. He had the girl that he always wanted with him.

Author's Note: Am I about to cry at my own chapter? Yeah.

I want a relationship like Clara and Steve's. 😭 It's so cute.

What should their ship name be?

Stara? That actually sounds cute like star ⭐ and then an a.