Halfway Happy// Billy Hargrove x Reader. Steve Harrington x Reader.

Part Six

AN: I'm sorry, my life has been crazy and I've been learning to be okay. I seem to have a whole lot of excuses, but here I am, writing to get my mind off of everything. Thank you.

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Night time calms you down, but as you would stare into the forest, a thought came into your mind. You were lonely. You were so used to being around everyone, that you'd forgotten that being alone was a phobia. Your fingertips gripped into your forearms as you placed your head between your knees-groaning at the craziness you called your life.

You missed them.

You fucking missed them.

"God dammit, this is almost as frustrating as that one time Steve didn't know what a fucking quilt was." The words rolled off your tongue so easily, you'd almost forgotten you'd left them behind.

Your feet were instantly on the ground, pushing you up and you decided - no one was going to treat you like shit again.

"Y/N-" The voice caught you off guard and you spun around, fists in the air before breathing a sigh of relief. "Jesus fuck -"

You didn't know you were rolling your eyes until you stared down the brown-haired teen, eyes narrowed with anger and desperation.

"Go, just...leave, Steve." The words came out, but something inside pleaded him to stay and you closed your eyes in an attempt to keep the tears from falling.

"You don't mean that."

"It's for the best -"

"No, you being with us is the best option! You know it is! You keep running away from your problems like you can't fix them!" The voice that had came out of such a small man made you flinch before you regain your composure and walked up to him, finger pressing deeply in his chest.

"You asked me to leave, Steve! Hell, the way you said it, you practically begged me to get the hell out of that house!" The words made him bite his lip and you punched him in the chest - once, twice, until you wouldn't stop and he would just stand there taking it. A sob caught in your throat as you hit him harder and your voice was shaking. "You didn't want me there-"

The warmth on your cheeks has confused you until you were forced to stare into his eyes, the pain making itself known and he sighed out. "I do, God, I do. I was so mad after you did that, I didn't mean-"

The silence was unbearable as you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away, looking down at your feet. "I'm sorry, Steve, but you need to leave."

Tears had flooded his vision as you started to back away, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands and you turned away, letting them fall down.

Breathing was hard.

What were you doing?

You wouldn't get far before you feel arms wrapped around your waist and tears falling on your neck. The blood that was sliding from the puncture wounds on your palms didn't bother you - listening to Steve sobbing in your ear did.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- please."

"Steve-"

"No, no, no, you can't. You c...can't-" He would choke on his emotions as his arms gripped tighter around you and his face was buried in your neck.

A shuddering breath left you as you turned around, arms wrapping around his neck before he pulled you up and made your legs wrap around his waist. His eyes stared into yours before he slammed his lips onto yours, making you grip onto the back of his shirt before he backed you into a tree, kissing deeper-more desperately-and you?