Billy Hargrove Angst One Shots

"You did what?!" /"Why are you bleeding?"

You stood, waiting. Your watch read 10.35pm. The rain falling all around you, soaking you through, you shivered as you stood. You were fucking freezing.

I'll be there at 10 sweetheart, don't leave without me.

The lights of the movie theatre flicked off behind you as it closed for the night.

I'll come pick you up and we'll stay at your place, I can't wait.

A thousand scenarios ran through your head. Where was he? Had he been held up? Had something bad happened? Was he with another girl?

You wiped raindrops off your nose as you looked up the street, your shoes soaked through to your feet. Sighing heavily you crossed your arms, hugging yourself, trying to gather some kind of warmth. You had been to the cinema with your friend Sarah and he had whined, it was a Friday night and he wanted you to join him at a party, but you had wanted a change of scenery, you had even asked him to join you.

It's a chick's movie. No way.

But he had promised to come and pick you up once the movie had finished at 10.

I'll be there sweetheart.

His words ran through your head again, that charming smile painted on his face he had said them.

Your skin was like ice as the rain continued to beat down on you and you looked around for some form of shelter. There were no cars on the street, no hope of someone stopping to pick you up, Friday night meant everyone you knew was at someone's house drinking cheap beer and yelling at each other. Shivers ran through your body as you realized he wasn't coming. Yet another one of Billy Hargrove's broken promises. You imagined him at the party, laughing with people and shotgunning beers, not even thinking to not get hammered because he was supposed to come and get you, not even thinking at all.

You finally gave up on the hope of him coming and started down the street, you knew it was around a 30-minute walk, but what other choice did you have? Your wet shoes slapped on the concrete as you tried to hold back sobs. After walking for 10 minutes you felt a car slow behind you, you whipped around expecting to see the blue Camaro you were familiar with but instead, it was a BMW, the headlights dazzled you and the door open. Steve Harrington stepped out.

"Hey! You okay?" he called out.

You were cautious, you knew to keep your distance from Steve, Billy's rage knew no bounds when it came to him. He walked over to you, wrapping his jacket across his body.

"Why are you here?" you asked him abruptly.

"Well, Billy is hammered at the party and Sarah told him you were here waiting for him, but he just carried on drinking"

"Makes sense she went to the party." You grumbled, your eyes narrowing at Steve, unsure whether or not he was telling the truth.

"C'mon, get in. I'll take you home." He nodded towards his car as the water began running down his face.

Before you could even answer you heard tires on the wet pavement and the familiar roar of an engine. Billy's Camaro. Its path was erratic up the road and it screeched to a stop next to Steve's car. He burst out of the driver door and swelled up at the sight of Steve talking to you, his eyes darting from him to you.

"Haven't I already taught you a lesson tonight Harrington?" he sneered.

The headlights on Billy's car illuminated Steve's face, his lip burst, and cheek swollen, you looked at Billy, his nose bloody and his knuckles red. Steve rolled his eyes and looked at you.

"Good luck. Let me know if you need a ride, at least I haven't been drinking." He sighed as he climbed into his car and took off.

The only noise between you and Billy was the sound of the rain hitting the ground, bouncing off his car and he was glaring at you, his breathing aggressive and alcohol-fueled.