Stranger Things - Imagines (Book 2)

Eddie Munson X Harrington!Reader - All I Wanted

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song All I Wanted by Paramore. For this one, Reader is Steve's sister. I hope you all enjoy it. 

You shot up from your pillows as the phone shrilled beside your head, scrambling across the duvet in search of the receiver before the line went dead and tearing it up to your ear, breathing heavily as you waited for someone to speak on the other end. 

"Y/N?" It was him. Sure, it was a couple of hours later than you had agreed, but he was still calling and that's all that really mattered right now. "You there, baby?"

"I'm here," you answered softly, attempting to clear the sleep from your voice. You knew that if Eddie realised he had woken you up, he would feel beyond awful. He would insist that you go back to bed and promise that he'd call you tomorrow.  But right now, you didn't want to wait for tomorrow. You wanted him now. You needed to listen to him tell you about his day and his new apartment and all things California. You needed him and waiting for tomorrow felt like it would break your heart. 

Eddie hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat. "Sorry, I'm late. Clark never showed up to his shift and they asked me to stay late to cover-"

"It's okay," you interrupted, your voice as soft as silk and Eddie felt all of the stress of the day fade as it washed over him. There wasn't a sound that existed that he loved more than your voice, whether you were talking or humming or singing off-key. He adored it. He had done since you were both 15 and he was crushing on you harder than he'd ever realised was possible. "I ought to give that Clark a piece of my mind," you hummed again, shuffling down amongst the covers to listen to him talk. 

A snort of laughter slipped out of Eddie. Clark was a 6'3 linebacker type, a proper jock, and he could just picture you giving him the telling off of a lifetime, scowling up at him like an angry little dog. "He'd never dare to be late again if you did," he teased, grinning to himself when you let out a small chuckle. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment, listening to the even breathing through the phone, waiting for the other to speak. 

"How's Steve?" 

You hesitated for a moment. In all honesty, your brother was the last thing you wanted to talk about right now. You wanted to talk about Eddie. You wanted to hear about the fun he was having. "He's fine. Working a lot," you answered quickly. "How's the new apartment?"

Eddie swallowed down the lump in his throat. His apartment was a shithole, not that he could ever tell you that. There was dampness in the corners and the entire place stank like mildew. The bedroom window was one tentative knock away from shattering into a thousand pieces. There wasn't a single tile in the bathroom without a crack and the shower was lined with black mold. He hated the idea of you ever seeing it. He hated the idea of you discovering how he lived now. 

"It's good. Only a five-minute walk from work and there's this diner down the street that's open 24/7-"

"And you're roommates are nice?"

He hesitated again. His roommates were assholes. They were messy and rude and you would've hated them if you'd ever met them. "I don't see much of them," he confessed. "We all work different hours."

"Oh," you murmured quietly. "But you're making friends, right?"

"Yeah," he lied. "Course I am, Baby." A small smile pulled at your lips. "We've got a gig next week," he pressed on. "The place is only small, but Jeff said they get a lot of talent scouts in there."

You stifled a yawn, wiping away the tears that formed in your eyes. "That's amazing," you mumbled. "Have you sorted out the setlist yet?"

"Garrett's working on it," he confirmed quietly. "I woke you up, didn't I?"