Joe Keery Imagines

Standing Up For Her-Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

"Hey, can you still come by after school and help me with that essay?"

"Of course," Y/N smiled. She reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

I loved when she did that.

"I thought we were going to. . ."

"Nope," I cut Tommy off. "Y/N's helping me with homework."

Tommy glared at me and I glared back. The bell rang, ending lunch, but we didn't move.

"Umm. . . Steve?"

I finally looked over to see Y/N looking up at me with soft eyes. "We don't want to be late for science."

I grabbed her hand and sent her a nice smile. I couldn't help but glare at Tommy as Y/N pulled me away. Ever since I introduced Y/N to Carol and Tommy, they've been horribly judgmental of her. Tommy more than Carol. He refused to accept her and Carol just went along with it.

He never quite caught on to the fact that if he asked, I'd drop him for her in a minute.

"I don't understand," Y/N sighed as we sat at our two desks in the back.

"What don't you understand, beautiful?" I asked as I reached over and grabbed her hand. She looked down at our hands, intertwining them.

"Why don't they like me?" She asked, barely audible.

"Tommy and Carol," I said more like a statement than a question. "Baby, please don't be worried about their opinion of you. It doesn't matter. What matters is what I think of you, and I think you're great."

She smiled before leaning over and pressing her lips gently to mine. We pulled apart when Mr. Stevenson obnoxiously cleared his throat.

* * * * *

"Where's your precious girlfriend?" Tommy taunted the second I got out of my car.

"She's at home studying."

"For what?" Carol scoffed.

"The science test we have on Friday."

"You mean the test that we were just told about? The one that's four days away?" Carol rolled her eyes. "She's literally the smartest person in our class. Why the hell does she need to study? She'll ace the test and ruin the curve for the rest of us normal people."

"Carol," I cut her off, "for once in your life, shut your damn mouth."

"What's your problem, man?" Tommy scoffed.

"You're both assholes, that's my problem."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah," I scoffed. "I'm serious."

"Why do you even like to spend so much time with her?" Tommy scoffed.

"Because she's real," I said through my teeth. "I don't have to put on a facade around her."

"Do you hear yourself?" Tommy scoffed.

"Neither one of you ever cared about her," I said, my anger showing through in my voice. "You never even liked her because she's not miserable like you two! She actually cares about other people."

"She's a freak!" Carol laughed.

"Watch your damn mouth!"

"Hey!" Tommy said, pushing me. "I don't know what's gotten into you, man, but you don't talk to her that way."

"But you're allowed to talk to my girl that way?" I scoffed.

"It's Y/N," Tommy said as he rolled his eyes.

That comment deserved him a punch to the jaw. It took him a second to respond. When he did, I didn't hold back. The only thing that stopped the fight was Carol pulling us apart.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Harrington?" He yelled as he try to charge me, but Carol stopped him again. "What? Are you like in love with her or something?"

"Holy shit!" Carol laughed. "You're in love with Y/N."

"So what if I am?!" I scoffed. "Why is it so weird? I've known her since we were little. I've known her longer than I've known you."

"It's wimpy," Tommy scoffed.

"What's wimpy about a guy loving a girl?" Carol asked in a tone that would ultimately end in Tommy taking care of himself for a couple of days.

"It's just. . . I thought. . ."

"Go be with Y/N," Carol cut off Tommy without looking away from him. She finally looked at me and smiled. "And tell her what you just told us."

"Thank you," I whispered before turning on my heel and jogging to my car.

As I drove to her house, I nervously drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. Ever since Tommy made a comment about my feelings for Y/N, I have had this weird feeling. It was almost like my stomach was jumping around and it wouldn't settle down. As I pulled in front of her house, my heart was skipping so many beats I was surprised I was still alive.

I took a shaky breath, gathering my courage to get out of the car. When I finally did, I went around the house to Y/N's bedroom window. I instantly started climbing on their trash can, onto their roof, and over to Y/N's room. I knelt down and knocked on the window.

My heart jumped into my throat when Y/N moved her curtains aside. Her eyes widened. That's when I remembered my fight with Tommy.

"Steve!" She gasped as soon as she opened the window. "What happened to you?"

I couldn't help but smile as she grabbed my hand and helped me into her room. She didn't let go of me as she led me over to her bed. She sat me down and ran to her bathroom. She came back with a small first aid kit in her hand. I watched as she quickly and instantly started cleaning my cuts. As she did this, my eyes never left hers.

She finally broke the silence when she was done cleaning me up. "What happened?" She asked.

"It was nothing."

"Steve," she sighed, her voice breaking. "It doesn't look like nothing. You show up at my window, covered in bruises. It's not nothing. Please tell me what happened."

I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering on her face.

"I got into a fight with Tommy," I whispered.

"What?" She gasped, moving her head so my hand fell away from her.

"It's not a big deal," I said quickly. "It was just a stupid fight."

"Why?"

"What?" I stuttered.

"Why did you guys fight?" She clarified. When I didn't answer her, she continued, "Steve, you and Tommy don't just fight. Something started it. Now, tell me what it was."

"It was you," I whispered. The look in her eyes dropped.

"Me?" She asked, her voice getting caught in her throat as she took a step away from me.

"He made some comments," I stood up as I tried to explain. "I stood up for you."

"Wait," she cut me off. "Are you saying. . . I'm the reason you and your best friend fought?"

"You're my best friend, Y/N," I corrected. "And no one gets away with insulting you in front of me."

"Steve," she stuttered.

"I love you," I cut her off. I heard her suck in a breath. I used her shock to my advantage. I grabbed her hands in mine as gently as I could.

"I'm madly, crazily, perfectly in love with you."

I laughed as Y/N quickly closed the gap between us by practically tackling me into a hug. We fell back on her bed as she pressed her lips to mine. We moved our lips messily in sync until neither one of us could breathe. She broke the kiss, hovering over me.

"I'm madly, crazily, perfectly in love with you, too."