steve harrington imagines

live a little

prompts
#82: why are you being so difficult?
#97: i shouldn't be here
#108: you should close the door.

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Senior year. Steve Harrington was throwing his annual back-to-school party. This was the only year you had decided to come, seeing as the other three years you swore to never step foot in the boy's house. Your closest friend had convinced you otherwise, though.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink," she declared, that being the last time you saw her until school the next day. Sighing, you took a seat on the stairs leading upstairs. Your head rested in your hands as you watched young teenagers stumble over themselves, ruining their lives by the second.

"Hey, stranger."

Looking up, you realized Steve Harrington standing in front of you. He looked, almost... bored. At his own party? You didn't question it; you almost understood. The collar of his shirt was pulled upwards as his hair fell messily atop his head. A red solo cup was placed in his hand, but by the way his threw it into the living room before you had the chance to look inside, you could only assume it was empty.

"You look like you're having fun," he took a seat beside you.

"Yeah. Total banger. Wicked party."

"You don't get out much, do you?"

"Is it that obvious?" You answered, earning a snort from the boy beside you. 

"A bit," he admitted. You grimaced at your awkwardness.

"I shouldn't be here."

"Why not?" Steve frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Your mind was still trying to wrap around the fact that you were sitting with Steve Harrington. And having a legit conversation with the infamous boy. 

"I'm not... built for parties. I'm not popular."

Steve laughed, "you don't need to be popular to have fun." I shrugged. Suddenly, Steve stood up, reaching out and offered me a hand. Confused, I took his hand and stood up, then he led me upstairs. My heart pounded in my chest as we entered what seemed to be his room.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"You should close the door," Steve told me and I gulped, closing the door and falling back against it. My heart thumped. Turning around, Steve chuckled. "I'm not going to kill you, or anything."

"Oh, okay."

"Did you actually think I would hurt you?" Steve looked hurt, I shrugged. 

"I told you I don't come to parties."

"Why are you being so difficult?" he scoffed as I lowered my eyebrows in confusion. He took the hint and explained. "You're so down right now. Be happy, have fun. It's a party, get drunk off your ass and do something stupid. Go home and get grounded."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Live a little, Y/N," Steve said, walking closer and placing both hands on my shoulders. "I'm now unofficially making it my duty to make you have fun."

"What?"

"First commandment," Steve began. Suddenly, his lips were on mine. He pulled away after a second. "Kiss me back."

It was then when I realized what he meant by live a little. So I did.