Steve Harrington Imagines

"You are such an asshole"

"You are such an asshole Steve!" You yelled as You stormed into his house and he followed suit, slamming the front door shut behind him.

"Really? I'm an asshole? For keeping that dick away from you?!" He shouted back. You both had just returned from a party. He had made a big deal when a boy you were talking to got "too close for his liking." Noah Delicato seemed like a nice kid, and you were just talking and getting to know each other. Things were flirty, but it was just small talk.
"We were talking, you know like normal fucking people!" You responded. This wouldn't have been such a big deal if Steve hadn't made a huge scene. You two were laughing and talking, and Noah inched a bit closer to you, when Steve had him by the shirt and up against the wall in seconds. You had to pry him away and practically drag him to his car. You were completely embarrassed, and you felt terrible for Noah.
"Talking? He was gonna kiss you!"

"And tell me what is so terrible about him kissing me? Right, nothing because he was just interested in me!"

"Interested, don't be so fucking naive. He talks about girls in the locker room like you wouldn't believe. You would have been just another achievement!" He screamed and you felt a pang in your chest at his cruel words.

"I wasn't gonna have a damn kid with him Steve! It was going to be a kiss!!" You defended and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. His words hurt, and you were so angry all you wanted to do was hurt him back.

"And the locker room talk bit? Please I know for a fact that a year ago you would be saying the same shit about other girls!"

"Oh so we're back to this again? Fine, well a year ago you wouldn't be trying to fuck a random guy at a party but I guess people change!" The house shook at his volume and you paused. You didn't even kiss the boy and these were the conclusions he jumped to? He really went there. Tears welled up in your eyes due to hurt and pure anger. Of all people to call you that, you never thought Steve would. Did he really think that low of you? Did other guys talk that way about you? His eyes softened at your hurt expression and he stepped towards you. You took a step back and held out your hand.
"Don't." You barely whispered and he stopped in his tracks.

"Y/n I- I- didn't mean-"

"Didn't mean what Steve? That you think I'm a slut? Because I'm pretty sure that's what you just fucking implied!" He was silent, his face had a look you couldn't figure out. His once dark angry eyes were now full of worry and...Tears?" You could see them welling up in his eyes but he wouldn't let them fall. Quickly blinking them away when you looked into his eyes.

"No, no y/n I-"

"I said don't." You repeated and he was silent. The house had a tension filled quiet that made your skin crawl. You stormed upstairs and slammed the door to the guest room of his house, sliding down it in exhaustion and letting the tears you once tried to hold in flow freely. You would be out the door and headed home if it weren't for the sudden pouring rain and how late at night it was.

Footsteps slowly made their way up the stairs and stopped at the guest room door. You could hear him sit down and lean against it on the other side. You did your best to stifle your cries, but a small hiccup escaped your lips because of how worked up you were.
"Please don't cry." He whispered and you sniffled, still trying to gain your composure.

"I'm so, so sorry. I don't know why the fuck I said that." He spoke and you could practically see him in your mind. One leg out and the other to his chest for his arm to lean on. His hands running through his soft brown hair and tired face.
"I would never think like that about you, you're the sweetest girl I've ever met. It's just, the way he looked at you...Like you were his to take. I- I know it sounds dumb but I'm even more mad I used to be him." His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. And your heart broke when you remembered what you had said before about him a year ago. Steve had grown so much and you felt saying that had only torn him down from his growth. You were snapped out of your guilty thoughts when he continued. "I know you probably hate me right now. But I can't- I can't fucking lose you okay? I fucked up, and I'm a total idiot. I just didn't-"

"Why were you so mad that he wanted to kiss me?" Your voice barely audible and his talking immediately stopped. He cleared his throat, nervous now that you had responded out of nowhere.

"Why were you so mad?" You repeated.

"I-fuck y/n I love you okay? I love you and no matter what I do I can't fucking stop. I try to ignore it and I try to push it all away and it never fucking works. You know why I was so angry? Because it should be me trying to kiss you, not him, me."

Radio silence on both ends. Did he just? You pinched yourself, nope you were completely awake. How long had he loved you for? Why the hell didn't he make a move?

"So, are you tying the bedsheets together and making your way out the window right now? Because you could just use the front door I don't-"

The door swung open behind him and he scrambled up off the ground. You softly laughed at his panic and he took his sleeve to wipe away a warm tear that had fallen down your cheek.

"There's not enough blankets to make my escape, but that would have been pretty convenient huh?" I teased and he chuckled quietly and leaned his forehead against mine. His hands made their way to my hips and his eyes flickered downwards towards my lips and then back to my eyes.

"Fuck it." He whispered and cupped the side of my face to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss and lightly pushed him away to lay my head on his shoulder.

"You're a real dipshit sometimes Harrington."