Housemates ↝ Steve Harrington

There he goes again. Rummaging through the fridge like he owns the place. Most of the time, he annoyed the shit out of you. He was arrogant, irritable, careless and not to mention infuriating... But what the heck, you found him boyishly charming.

His perfectly styled, brunette hair. His dark eyes forever filled with sparks of curiosity. His broad grin which illuminated his features with mocking and mischief. But somehow, his imperfections are what lured you in the most. The stubborn strand of hair that always fell over his forehead. The unpredictability of his moods, like a flame on dry grass. His gorgeous smile. Even the faint, puckered, scars that drew over his face from one of his fights. Yup. Steve Harrington. He was your housemate. Not that you had had much say in the matter.