Joe Keery Imagines

Had Your Chance-Steve Harrington

Dating Billy Hargrove was the biggest mistake of my life. He constantly tore me down in between checking out other girls. The only reason he was with me was because he thought it was hot when I acted like "a good girl he couldn't corrupt".

He loved when I stopped our makeout session before it could get too heavy. He loved when I refused to kiss in public. He loved when I got mad at him for grabbing my ass at school.

I was about 90% sure he was cheating on me, but it wasn't until I caught him sleeping with two girls in the back of his car that I ended things. He tried to get me back but it took shoving my school lunch in his face in front of everyone in the cafeteria for him to leave me alone.

Two months later, I got paired up with Steve Harrington on our history project. He and I worked after school every day. We either met at my house or his but mostly mine.

I ended up breaking up with Billy around the same time Nancy and Steve broke up. When we started our project, things were a little awkward between us. It could've been because of our breakups or because we've never spoken to each other. And we've definitely never been alone in the same room.

We were finishing our project and I noticed Steve wasn't helping me as much as usual.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"I don't want our project to be over," he admitted. "I like spending time with you and. . . I don't want that to end."

"It doesn't have to."

We looked at each other, both of our faces slowly turning red. Steve was the first to break the tension.

"What are you doing Saturday night?"

"Nothing," I said, my voice soft.

"Not anymore."

"What are you talking about?" I chuckled.

"Tomorrow night you and I are having dinner."

"Like a date?" I stuttered.

"Exactly like a date."

* * * * *

After that Saturday night, Steve and I started dating. Our original plan was to keep our relationship to ourselves, but the second we walked into school the Monday after our date everyone already knew.

Surprisingly, no one said anything about us. Well if they did, Steve made sure no one said anything to me. And he wouldn't tell me if someone had said anything to him.

Steve has been an amazing boyfriend. He's sweet, gentle, funny, caring, and extremely protective. As amazing as he's been, I couldn't help but feel insecure. He was popular. He should be with someone who fits into his group. I clearly didn't.

"Hey, can you pass me the. . ."

When Steve reached for the bowl of popcorn that was on his coffee table, I instinctively flinched. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I didn't want to see the look on his face when he saw what I did.

"Y/N," Steve said slowly. "Did you just flinch?"

Tears started streaming down my face as I nodded. Steve scooted closer to me and gently grabbed my hands.

"Baby, look at me," he whispered. When I looked up at him, he let go of my hand and caught a tear with his thumb.

"I would never hurt you," he said gently.

I smiled as I snuggled into his chest as we turned our attention back to the movie. A little while later, Steve broke the silence.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "but I have to know. Is Billy the reason you flinched?"