Little Freak ~ Steve Harrington

Chapter 12.

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I slowly woke up as the light gradually flooded my bedroom in warm morning light.

I let out a comfortable sigh and pulled my cotton covers up closer to my face as i slightly opened my eyes.

I glanced around my room but made no effort to get up, i wasn't in a rush. My gaze was then caught on the other person in my bedroom.

Steve was asleep on the floor a few meters from my bed. Last night, half asleep, i chucked him a pillow and a blanket.

He looked funny and out of place on a tiny pillow and light pink blanket that only covered three quarters of his body. Despite that, he looked comfortable and fast asleep.

I felt a small smile creep onto my face but quickly let my face fall back to normal again, shutting away my irrational feelings.

That's steve, I reminded myself.

Turning onto my back, i stretched my arms out and then let all my limbs go limp as i decided it would be best to sleep for a little longer. My body felt comfortably warm, the throbbing in my head close to gone so i enjoyed the feeling of contentment as i drifted off.

I didn't know what had made me warm to Steve quickly and suddenly; why i felt so comfortable falling asleep near him. He was incredibly hard to figure out.

One day he wouldn't hesitate to let me know how much he disliked me and the next he was taking care of me and making sure i was okay when i was hurt.

I continued to try and wrap my head around our dynamic until i fell back into the snug sleep i had previously been in.

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"Monica!"

My eyes snapped open, i was in the exact same position i was in before i fell asleep. The room was a little lighter and the door was now wide open.

Still in a sleepy haze, i looked up and saw Steve standing above me, an urgent and irritated expression on his face. He was definitely not as serene as i had seen him earlier. He was wearing the same thing as the day before minus the jacket that hung on my banister.

"Oh my god Monica" His voice came out raspier as if he'd only just got up.

"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed at how abruptly i was awoken.

"Chief Hopper's on the phone."

Then i understood why he woke me up so urgently.

I immediately pulled back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

The cold hit me suddenly, reminding me that we were nearing winter but i certainly did not have time to put something warmer on.

"Why did you answer?" I complained as we exited the bedroom and began to race down the stairs.

"He called like four fucking times!" He seethed back at me. "I thought it might've been important."

Clearly neither of us were morning people.

"and was it?" I stumbled over a pile in dirty laundry in the hall, nearly falling until Steve caught my arm to steady me.