HANGOVER - HARRINGROVE (DISCONTINUED)

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     “Steve, get off..” He muttered, looking back up at the ceiling. To be honest, Billy didn't really mind when nights ended like this, like they used to. It made him happy, for some reason. But he couldn’t have a thing for Steve, could he?

     “No!” He repeated, squeezing him lightly and opening his eyes to look at the blonde. Steve still had feelings for Billy, no doubt, but he knew that not everyone liked him back, and that's what he hated. Being rejected was the last thing the brunette had on his to-do list.
    
     Billy sighed and rolled his eyes, patting Steve's head with his free hand. He always thought the boy was cute and way better than any girl in the world.

     Steve smiled, closing his eyes and yawning. Soon enough, the younger boy loosened his grip and tapped softly on Billy's shoulder.

     “Harrington,” Billy began with a laugh, “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

     One again, Steve rolled his eyes and  tightened his grip on the older boy on purpose. Billy shook his head, the sudden thought of Neil returning to his head.
    
     Steve groaned quietly, struggling to keep his eyes open. Boy, he was really tired of not sleeping. But now that he knew Billy was still alive and okay, it was safe to say he didn't have to worry anymore.

     He was terribly wrong.

     The blonde boy look down at him and smiled, obviously holding back a laugh. Billy had no idea why he'd fallen for Steve in the first place, it was so fucking confusing to him. Maybe it was the way he smiled or how he'd get all mad and cute at something.

     “I'm not moving, jackass.” Steve muttered, hiding his face in his hands to hide the blush forming on his face from a wink and a pouty face Billy had given him a few seconds before.

     “Then I'll make you!” He joked, shoving the boy softly but pulling him back shortly after.

     Steve eyed Billy for a few silent, awkward minutes before wrapping an arm around his neck and curling up slightly.

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     The two slept for another two or three hours, having mistakenly fallen back asleep in each other's arms once again.

     It was freezing outside and really early, maybe 2 or 3 am. Steve looked around, seeing nothing but trees everywhere he looked. But a small group began to move violently, out of nowhere. The boy stumbled backwards, only to land on something he couldn't make out just from the way it felt. He spun around, eyes widening as soon as he figured out what it was: a body. Billy's body. Sudden tears pricked Steve's eyes as he stared at it. 
     “Billy, no. Shit, shit, shit!” He babbled, the speed of his voice moving faster than a cheetah. Steve laid a hand on the body's cheek, screwing his eyes shut to try and hold back the clear streams of tears he already failed to block.
     “You. You caused this. It's your fault, faggot.” Someone whispered from behind Steve, causing him to spin back around quickly.
     The boy looked around a bit more, letting the tears fall from his chin as he walked around only to find the rest of the flayed, including another version of himself, laying in a bloody pile.
     “You did this.”

     “Steve? Harrington, wake up!” Billy demanded, shaking the boy lightly.

     He was screaming, screaming all until he woke up. The nightmare terrified him, especially when it came to losing Billy.
    
     The blonde eventually got Steve awake and stared straight into his eyes, confusion painted all over his face, “What... What happened..?”

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Chapter Two Finally Finished!
Also, I Just Finished Crying So Don't Mind This Stupid Nightmare Shit
Writing The Next Chapter,
Ethan ♡