Joe Keery Imagines

No More Chances-Steve Harrington

"Just promise me one thing," I sighed as we pulled up to Tommy's house.

"Anything," Steve smirked as he took off his seatbelt.

"Can you. . . Never mind," I said all confidence leaving me. I started to leave his car but he grabbed my hand.

"Y/N," he whispered, "talk to me."

When I still didn't open up, he intertwined our fingers.

"Come on, babe," he said gently. "We've been together for six months, longer than I've ever dated someone. You know that you can trust me. So whatever you have to say, please don't hesitate to say it."

"I don't want you to drink tonight," I blurted out. As much as he tried, he couldn't hide his surprise.

"Okay," he said under his breath. "But do you mind me asking why?"

"It's just. . . And please don't take offense to this but when you drink too much, you kinda. . . Well, you become a different person and it scares me, Steve. I hate to be the kind of girlfriend who tells you what you can and can't do but. . ."

"Hey," he soothed. He reached over and gently cupped my cheek in his hand. "It's okay. If you don't want me to drink then I won't."

"You can have a couple," I stuttered, "but please no more than like four or five."

"Two," he smirked. "That's all I'll have. I promise."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I instantly kissed him back.

"Promise?" I gasped, breaking the kiss.

"I promise," he whispered.

I giggled as he immediately kissed me again. We both relaxed as our lips moved in sync. Things started getting a little too heavy but neither one of us made a move to lighten it. Until. . .

Knock. Knock.

We jumped apart and looked out the passenger window to see Tommy smirking at us.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you taking Y/N's precious flower, Harrington," Tommy smirked. "But there is a party going on."

"We're coming!" Steve yelled, making me jump. I bit my lip to stop the tears.

I wasn't sure what Tommy was doing but it made Steve mad. He leaned across me and hit the window. I jumped again, biting my lip harder.

"I'm sorry," Steve whispered to me once Tommy finally left. "He's such an ass."

I nodded but didn't look up at him. He reached over and gently grabbed one of my hands that were busy pulling at the hem of my skirt in failed attempts to make it longer.

"Look at me, gorgeous," he whispered. "Please?"

I took a shaky breath, finally looking up at him. He reached with his other hand to catch a tear that had escaped. He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"I'll kick his ass later," he mumbled.

"Steve," I panicked.

"I'm just kidding," he instantly soothed. "I know how you hate when I fight people."

"I just. . . I hate when you get hurt. It scares me. What if something happens to you? What if. . ."

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I love how much you worry about me. It's hard for me to remember the last time I had someone who constantly looked out for me."

"I'll always look out for you," I said without a second of hesitation. "I care about you, Steve."

"I care about you too," he smiled. "You know, we don't have to go inside. We can pick up some pizza on the way back to my house and watch as many movies as we can before we both fall asleep."