I Love You, I'm Sorry // Steve Harrington x Reader

"Stop trying to fucking push me away."

Song - Ghosting - Mother Mother

We all leave down the stairs that we came up.

"I don't understand. You, y/n and Dustin have seen this before?" Robin freaks.

"Not exactly." Steve answers.

"Then what, exactly?"

"All you need to know is it's bad." Dustin warns her.

"It's really bad." Steve agrees.

"So bad that all of Hawkins is at stake right now. All of the world is at stake right now Robin." I breathe heavily.

"Yeah, like end of the human race as we know it kind of bad." Dustin agrees.

"And you know about this how?"

"Um Steve? Where's your Russian friend?" Erica notices the missing passed out Russian.

That's when an alarm starts blaring.

Steve runs to the door where outside people are running around yelling for guards.

"Shit." He sighs.

Steve slams the door that his head was peering out of and starts yelling orders.

"Go go go go go!" He yells.

We all run through a pair of double doors and through another pair running into a group of scientists working on the gate. We run through the crowd, down the stairs. Dustin pushed his way past people in hazmat suits and gusts follow close behind.

Dustin starts screaming and freaking out. Steve leads us down another staircase. We run through a door and Steve struggles to keep it closed. Robin helps and I rush over to help as well.

"Y/n! Follow Dustin and Erica."

"They're fine! I'm helping you!" I scream.

"No!"

"Yes! Stop trying to fucking push me away and let you and Robin deal with everything!" He backs down when he realizes I'm upset with him.

"Come on!" Dustin signals to us.

"No get out of here!" Steve screams at him.

"No come on!"

"No! Just go get some help, okay?! What are you doing? Go!!!"

"I won't forget you all!"

"Go!" We all scream.

The door doesn't hold and we are slammed against a wall and guns are pointed at our heads.

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When I wake up I'm in a room all alone but I don't grasp the fact for a while.

"Steve?" I grunt.

"Steve... are you there." I look around and he's not there and my head falls back. I feel like being alone in this situation isn't the best.

I'm not alone for long though because someone comes in and starts asking me all sorts of strange questions.

"Who do you work for."

"Scoops ahoy... I scoop ice cream in the mall upstairs, we'll I mostly chop up bananas." For some reason I get slapped for that.

"Lies!"

"I'm not lying..." I squeak. "I'm not."

"How did you get in here?"