This Means War // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

THREE WEEKS LATER.

After quite some time of convincing, your mom had finally talked you into inviting Billy for dinner. Tempers surrounding your relationship from your friends and siblings were finally starting to settle - thankfully - and you'd hoped it would be okay to bring Billy around for just one evening where he, with any luck, wouldn't end up skewered by your brother and sister.

To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement. You were pacing around your bedroom, heart hammering with anxiety as you wait for the door to go. 

It's what makes you jump as something taps on your window. You frown at the offending glass, looking at it like it might shatter at any moment as you approach cautiously. You prop it open and stick your head out, looking down to find your favorite blonde on the ground below. "Evenin'." Billy whispers in the dark of the night, flashing you a quick wink and what he could muster of a small smile as he points in the direction of your front door. "Come down."

You nod your agreement and pull back from the window, taking a steadying breath as you make your way out of the room. Billy hadn't taken much convincing to come tonight at all, which was the most surprising thing to you. You thought it would be an outright no, then an argument over why you'd try to get him to meet the folks when your deal was to be casual, but you were simply met with a shrug and a 'sure'.

Managing to silently slip past your mom, dad and Holly in the kitchen, you sneak out of the front door and into the awaiting arms of Billy before you have chance to fully close the door. "Oh-- Hi." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around him and inhaling his subtle scent before he pulls back. He was wearing a burgundy shirt with faded black jeans, sleeves rolled up and jacket draped over his forearm. 

"So, uhh... Dinner with the parents, huh?" He clears his throat and shifts his feet, tongue darting over his dry lips. "Nervous?" You ask, though the knowledge he was feeling the same as you makes your own anxiety settle just a little. It gave a brief sense of support which you would relish in. 

"Psht, no. Me? Nervous? Never. Mom's love me." He wiggles his brows suggestively and you swat his upper arm, rolling your eyes though you knew he was right. Your own mom hadn't shut up about him, always asking questions and wanting details - which you were always unwilling to give.

Who could blame her though? Your man was by far the hottest guy in Hawkins, and you were just proud that he was all yours. "Hope you like beef. Mom made enough to feed the entire town." Another roll of the eyes, though this time directed at the amount your mom was fussing. 

"Honestly, it'll just be nice to eat something with a normal family." He comments and you want to ask more, though you don't. He had his secrets shrouding his home life and it wasn't up to you to pry into it. If he wanted to share, he would. 

"They're absolutely not normal." You snort, looping your arm through his own and leaning to press a kiss to his cheek. "But they'll be glad to know you think so."

"You look beautiful, by the way." He comments, eyes travelling over the simple black dress you had on, obviously noting your acquiescence of his fleeting request in the car those weeks ago. It wasn't even a conscious decision, you just like how his eyes seemed to eat you up every time you wore something that showed off your legs. Whatever he was doing to convince you was obviously working, but it wasn't like you didn't get anything out of it either. 

"Thank you." You mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks that you hide by looking back at the door. "Ready?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready," He grumbles, though it shifts into a laugh as you hit his bicep again. "Ouch. Yes, I'm ready."