Unintended (Steve Harrington x OC)

Chapter 39

After we finished at the cabin and took the others home, Steve and I arrived at his place where his mom already had dinner waiting for us. There was some small talk, she asked me how I was doing and I was truthful when I said each day was different but that today I was doing better than yesterday. The conversation was mostly between Steve and his mom though because I wasn't feeling much like talking anymore and I got the sense that she understood and was okay with it. After dinner I took my bag upstairs to the guest room before going to take a shower.

Once I was clean and changed I went back to the guest room and sat on the edge of the bed. Realizing that I would be sleeping alone for the first time in a few days, of course I wasn't expecting Steve's mom to be okay with us sharing a bed together like my parents. That was different because Emma was in the room with us so we weren't alone. But here we would be and I am hoping that I won't wake up screaming in the night and waking them both up. I really don't want his mom regretting letting me stay with them here and if I wake her in the middle of the night because of something I can't even begin to explain I would feel terrible. I heard a faint knock and turned my head to see Steve in the doorway.

"You going to be okay?" he asked as he stepped into the room.

"I think so, no rather I hope so. I don't want to make your mom regret letting me stay here" I reply.

"I don't think she will, she knows that events like this can affect people in various ways and some of those ways are nightmares."

"What if I scream something out though? The truth even? What if I wake screaming bloody murder?"

"Then I'll be here the moment I hear it and I'll stay the rest of the night."

He sat next to me and pulled me into a tight embrace before kissing the top of my head. How can he be so calm about it, how can he seem to have moved past this all? I am barely holding myself together and here Steve is consoling me.

"I feel like you are constantly having to console or comfort me and I haven't even given you the chance to let yourself handle it or even console you" I said looking up at him.

"I cried seeing Max in the hospital," Steve replied.

I nodded my head but didn't say anything else, feeling tiredness overcome me and gave a yawn. Steve left so I could change and get into bed. I was tired but it felt like it took forever to fall asleep and it didn't feel like I had been asleep long before the nightmares came back and I shot up out of bed holding in a scream and keeping control of myself the best I could as I made my way quietly to Steve's room. I slowly and as quietly as possible opened the door. He was sound asleep, at least that is what it looked like from here. I closed the door and walked to the bed, gently getting under the covers. Steve's arm instinctively found me and pulled me close.

"Sorry to wake you," I whispered.

"You didn't, I wasn't fully asleep yet" he replied back.

"Well I won't keep you from it any longer."

He nodded, kissed my forehead and was asleep fast. The weight of his arm was the giveaway to me that he was asleep. I closed my eyes, prayed that the nightmares wouldn't come and found myself drifting off. The night went by, I woke up in a panic because I didn't want Mrs. Harrington to find me here. I gently unwrapped myself from Steve and got out of the bed.

Heading quietly and quickly back to the guest room I closed the door and let out a breath that I was holding the whole way. Grabbing clothes for the day and the towel that was laid on the dresser for me to use, I walked out of the room and to the bathroom for a shower and to get dressed. When I was done, I opened the door and on the other side was Steve.