Stranger Things - Imagines (Book 2)

Billy Hargrove X Ex!Harrington!Reader - Dial Drunk

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan. For this one, the reader is Steve's sister, who had a pretty messy break-up with Billy. I hope you all enjoy it.

Billy was pretty confident when he was stumbling out of the bar that he used to frequent with you, the bar that he hadn't seen you in for over a month, that he was OK to drive. Sure, he'd had a few drinks, but he'd always had a pretty high tolerance. So what was a drink or two, or seven? He would have to get home somehow and the idea of calling a cab and waiting at the side of the road was already looking like too much work.

The cops had put a halt to his plan before he'd even managed to get the keys in his hand, still slouched forward against his car as he fished around in his pocket in the hopes of finding the jangling metal. 

"You alright, kid?" 

Billy stopped his hunt for his keys, lifting his head slightly and waving his hand to show that he was fine on his own. 

"You planning on driving that thing home?" the cop pressed, moving a little closer until he was standing under the street light, showing Billy exactly who was prying into his business. 

"I'm fine, Hopper-"

"You're drunk," Hopper responded quietly. "You aren't getting behind that wheel, alright?"

"I'm fine," Billy bit back at him, immediately reaching for his keys again. 

Hopper let out a soft sigh. "If you don't quit trying to get in that car, I'll have to take you in for the night."

"Leave me alone," Billy bit again, finally getting a grip on the keys and tugging them out of his pocket, causing them to clatter out of his hand and onto the floor at his feet. 

"You want me to take your blood alcohol level?" Hopper pressed. "Because I can guarantee it'll be above the limit and then I'll actually have to charge you with something if you get in the car." When Billy didn't answer, Hopper bent down, picking up the keys and keeping them tight in his fist. "Let me drive you to the station and then you can call someone to come pick you up."

Billy nodded, letting Hopper lead him over to the cop car on the other side of the lot. The drive down to the station was almost silent, with the odd crackle of the radio breaking through. 

Hopper wouldn't pry. He knew you and Steve well enough to know that you'd been dating Billy a few months back. Knew that you'd broken things off when you'd heard rumours of infidelity on his part. Knew that the break-up had been enough to send Billy off the deep end. Knew that this would be the 3rd time in a month that he would be getting dragged into the station drunk and alone on a weeknight. 

When Hopper had finally gotten him inside, a cup of water sitting on the desk beside him, he'd slid the phone towards Billy. "Call your dad; get him to come pick you up."

"He won't come," Billy answered, tugging the phone closer and lifting the receiver, already pressing numbers until it began ringing. When the line clicked into place, he heard your voice, all groggy and confused, asking who was calling, and his stomach flipped. "Baby, please don't hang up-"

"I told you not to call me anymore, Billy."

"I'm at the station," he pressed on. "Please just come down and-"

The line had hung up before he could finish his sentence, his eyes dropping closed as he slumped back in his seat. 

"She coming?"

Billy's eyes peeked open, finding Hopper watching him with a frown. "Just wait a minute; she'll call back," he uttered softly, swallowing down the lump in his throat. 

"Son, why are you doing this to yourself?" Hopper muttered, shaking his head slightly. "She ain't coming back." 

"I didn't do what everyone's saying I did," Billy started. "I didn't sleep with anyone. I didn't cheat on her."

"Look, kid-"

"I didn't. She was the best thing that ever happened to me; why would I do that to her?" He hesitated for a moment. "I know I might not be the best guy going, alright? I know that I'm a drunk. I know I've got anger issues. I know that I'm an idiot." Billy shook his head, sinking down further into his seat. "But I love her. I would die for her." 

Hopper let out a soft sigh. "You need to call someone else?"

Billy suddenly lurched forward, head landing in his hands. "I promised I would stop calling her like this, but I don't have anyone else, alright? What am I supposed to do without her?"

There was a moment of silence as Hopper got to his feet, moving around the desk to put a hand on Billy's shoulder. "Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

"Fuck that," Billy uttered. "Just let me call her again and she'll come down and get me."

"No," Hopper answered. "If you really love her, you've got to stop calling and let her get on with her life."

Billy swallowed down the lump in his throat, his eyes lingering on the phone for a moment. "But she thinks I hurt her. She thinks I was sleeping around. I need to make her see the truth."

"You need to sober up," Hopper corrected, patting his shoulder slightly. "So drink the water and call your dad and stop bothering that poor girl with your calls, alright?"

"My dad won't come," Billy uttered, shaking his head. "I'm better off rotting in a holding cell like all the other drunk fucks with no one left to turn to."

Hopper let out a soft sigh. "Drink your water and I'll drive you home myself."

"But-"

"You aren't turning into one of those drunk fucks on my watch, kid." He paused for a moment, his eyes unwavering on Billy's. "But you've got to grow up. No more binge drinking on your own. No more calling her. Get your act together and move on."

"Yes sir."

"Good, now drink your water and get your ass out to my truck."

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