Joe Keery Imagines

Boyfriends Know All-Steve Harrington

"Hey, gorgeous," Steve smiled the second I walked into the ice cream shop.

"Hey, babe," I said, hoping my voice wasn't as shaky as I felt.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I stuttered.

"Y/N," he said gently as he rested his elbows on the counter, "I know you. When something bothers you or scares you, you start to stutter. What's wrong, baby? Did something happen at work?"

"It's just going to make you mad," I whispered.

Steve walked around the counter, grabbed my hand, and led me over to the empty booth in the corner.

"Talk to me," he said as we sat down. "What happened during your shift today? Did a customer bother you?"

"It's nothing," I started to stutter, but Steve cut me off.

"Y/N, what happened?"

"Tommy came by today," I finally confessed.

"What?" Steve asked through his teeth. He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. "What did he want?"

I pulled my hand out of his grasp and tucked both of them under the table. I started picking at my fingernail polish as I struggled to hold back my anxiety attack.

"Y/N? What's wrong, babe?"

I struggled to breathe as the guilt overwhelmed me. When Steve noticed I was having a panic attack, Steve jumped up and sat next to me.

"Y/N, just breathe. "Okay? Just breathe and talk to me, babe."

When I didn't say anything, Steve wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Whatever happened, I promise I won't get mad. Especially not at you. What did Tommy say to you, babe?"

"He wouldn't leave me alone," I started to explain as tears streamed down my face. "He kept following me around as I refolded the clothes and cleaned out the dressing rooms. Then. . ."

I pulled out of our embrace before telling him the part I knew would make him angry.

"He kissed me."

"He what?"

"I pushed him off of me the second he kissed me," I started to nervously stutter. "I swear, Steve. I didn't kiss him back. I'd never do that to you."

"I know that, babe," Steve said, trying to calm down and comfort me at the same time.

"I'm so sorry," I said, finally breaking.

"Hey," he said softly. "You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Okay?"

"You're not mad at me?"

"Mad at you? Baby," he sighed. "Why would I be mad at you? He's the one who kissed you. That wasn't your fault."

"It was horrible," I whispered as I choked back another sob. "He just. . . He pushed me against one of the dressing rooms and. . . I couldn't get him off me. . . I'm sorry, Steve."

He shook his head as he pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry he did that to you," he whispered. "Please tell me you told security."

"Our security guard Lucas got him off of me."

"I thought you pushed him off of you," Steve said gently. There wasn't an ounce of anger or judgment in his voice. He was asking for clarification. Nothing more.

"I did," I stuttered. "But when I tried to walk away, he grabbed me again. He pulled me into his chest and said that the next time he came around if I rejected him, he'd. . . He'd take what he wanted anyway. That's when Lucas walked by."