STEDDIE (ONESHOTS)

12. My rockstar

Rockstar!Eddie
Artist!Steve
*angst?*

Steve's pov:
It was already 9 by the time I got home. I hated coming home late, it would limit my time of seeing Eddie before we went to bed. I walk to the front door of our house pushing keys into the lock. I open the door to be a little surprised, I wasn't hugged, greeted, kissed, not even Eddie to be in sight. And the house was quiet.

"Eddie?" I say walking through the house. I look at the counter seeing a plate of food that was clearly made hours ago. I head upstairs just to see Eddie crying on the bed with his knees curled to his face. "Sweetheart? What are you doing are you okay?" Eddie's head pokes up to see me standing at the end of the bed. His face was red and clearly .. frustrated?

"What do you think?!" He spat out. That little sentence hurt, and I knew more was coming. "We'll I assume not, I wanted to make sure if I was hallucinating or not!" I said back. Eddie was clearly mad. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE BACK AT FIVE YOU LIAR" Eddie screamed. "I know! And I am a liar for saying that! BUT I CANT CONTROL THE GODDAMN SYSTEM AT THAT ART SCHOOL!" I said, I was angry and out of control at this point. "MAYBE YOU CANT BUT YOU FUCKING LIED. YOU EVEN PROMISED YOU WOULD BE HOME BEFORE 6!" Eddie snapped at this point. "IM SORRY OKAY? I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN TO. WE HAD A MEETING I FORGOT ABOUT!" I yelled. "OH COME ON STEVE. ITS A FUCKING ART MUSEUM, THEY DONT HAVE MEETINGS. ART IS STRAIGHT BULLSHIT!" Eddie screamed. That one hurt a lot, art wasn't bullshit was it? I mean it's my favourite thing, he always said no matter what I liked he loved me. But was that really true? We're all the thing he just said true?

I get out of my trance going back to be frustrated even more then I was. I look up and see Eddie heading towards me holding my bat that had nails stuck into all of its side. "EDDIE DONT." I yelled truly scared. I was abused before, I don't wanna do it again. "YOU CANT FUCKING STOP ME NOW YOU BITCH" he hit me once, and then twice, and then so many after that. I was bruised, bleeding, I had a broken arm, and my ribcage was practically showing through my skin. And then , I passed out.

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Eddie's pov:
I couldn't believe I was sitting in a hospital lobby room for my own doing. I really didn't want to hurt Steve, but it was like something took over my body and now there was a massive blood stain in our house. I didn't want it to be there, I didn't want Steve in the hospital but that was my fault. I started cry, I hated it. This was all my fucking fault. And over something he said at 6am that morning?
I can't believe I called him a liar, and even made fun of his passion with art and really called it bull shit.

*15 minutes later or so*

I sat there unhappy until I looked up feeling anxious looking at the nurse who stood before me. She looks at my awkwardly smiling. I stand up to be face with face with her. "Is he okay?!" I ask anxiousness filling my body. "Yeah he's okay, he just needs to spend some time here so we know he will properly recover. You can see him now too if you want." I nod and simply say "thank you" to the lady before she walked off doing what she was before. I walked down the hospital hallways somewhat scared to see Steve. Would he really still love me after what I did?

I walk into the room where Steve was my heart shattering even more than it was before, it was all my fault. He sat there numb, Bruised, hurt, in casts. And it was all because of my stupid acts. "S-Steve?" I said with deep worry. "Hey Eddie." Steve replied "are you o-okay?" I asked , "I think" was all I got as a response. I sat beside the hospital bed looking at him for consent into letting me hold his hand. He nodded. I grabbed his rough cut up hand and took it into mine. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was stressed and tired. It's all my fault. You probably don't even live me anymore. You wanna leave me don't you? That's okay if you do want-" my rambling was cut of by Steve saying "no. I love you. And it wasn't all your fault. I said I'd be home by 5, I was 4 hours late." Steve had tears roll down his face. I took my hand and wiped away his tears squeezing his hands. "I love you too steve" we shared a kiss and Steve fell asleep so I had as well.