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

Part Seven

AN: im so very drunk & if you follow my tumblr, which is the same name as it is on here, you'll realize im very drunk. (7/15/2018)

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You hadn't realized it was morning until you glanced up and hissed—sun boring into your eyes and you had inched back into the shade, groaning as you lightly touched your stitched wound.

Brenner was going to die and you were going to make sure of that.

Sighing out, you sadly smiled as the words replayed in your head from last night and you placed your head in your hands.

“I'm in love with you.”

Silence filled the air as your eyes widened at the words that came out of his mouth and you gulped nervously.

“So is Steve.” His voice was a whisper and you bit your tongue as you stared at him. “But, I want you to pick me. Fuck, pick me, please.” His grip was softer as he rested his forehead on yours. “I'll love you, forever, Y/N. Just, pick me.”

Your head hit the wall faster than you could process and you sputtered, rubbing the back of the sore spot before rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Rough morning?”

"Rough life."

Eyes swept the porch before they landed on Billy and you stood up—instantly, since the anxiety was basically filling your entire being—and started to place your hand on the doorknob. You didn't get far before he gripped your wrist and sighed out, rubbing his chin.

“Listen, I'm sorry—”

“For?” Your voice sounded so small compared to what it regularly did and you cleared your throat before raising an eyebrow.

“For after, you know.” His eyes met yours and he sighed before releasing your wrist. You watched as his hand was aggressively shoved in his pocket before he pulled out his pack of smokes, offering you one—which, you grateful took with a small ‘thank you’—and he smiled softly at you.

“It's—”

“No, it isn't okay, Y/N, just—”

“Can I, can I have some time alone, please?” You asked, eyes staring at the floor and he looked sadly at you before nodding.

“I'll be inside.”

When the door closed, you sat on one of the chairs and pondered what was in your favour, and what wasn't. Closing your eyes, you let your mind drift off to the conversation from last night.

Your eyes widened as his grip has gotten harder before you placed a hand on his, stroking it as you watched him fall to his knees and head pressed into your navel before an ungodly growl came out of his mouth.

“You can't just—just let him fucking have you like that, not after what he did.” If you were looking down at him, you would be able to see a scowl; along with jealousy filling his irises. “It isn't right, it's—”

“My choice.”

“Wha—”

“Stand up, Billy.” Your voice was soft, but commanding, and he stood up, hands still placed softly on your hips and you sighed out. “It's my choice who I fall in love with and I just—” Breathing deeply, you looked up and forced a small smile onto your face. “I just need time. Give me some time.”

The nodding of his head made you take a big exhale through your nose before you felt him place his forehead on yours, again and your hand came to rest as the back of his neck—his mullet making it rather hard to do so.