This Is What Your Lie Cost Us 14
Steve Harrington x Henderson reader
Summary: Steve fights Demogorgons with the kids and Nancy. Bailing on Y/N one too many times, causing her to break up with him. Yearning, yearning, yearning and a lot of love.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14
“Thank you for offering Steve.” You said while the two of you were stepping out of the car.
“It’s fine.” He mumbled under his breath while closing his car door, locking it. His face said something else though. The way his shoulders had slumped, when he had offered, the way his face scrunched up in a frown for a milli second before recollecting himself and trying to look normal. It felt as though he hadn’t meant to ask you. As if he had been shocked himself.
When you made your way to the front door, Steve walking in the front, you following, it seemed as if his thoughts were caught on something else. Steve was still looking down at his keys, trying to get the key to the front door. The clinking sound apparent as you two kept walking. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to find the keys, he had them separated “to keep it in order.” He had said once.
You went inside, he had opened the front door, and it had felt weirdly intimidate. Walking into his home, him opening the door. It didn’t feel weird, just like something you weren’t supposed to see anymore. Because you weren’t, you told yourself.
You tried shaking off the feeling of being misplaced, a stranger.
You knew the house, had been there multiple times. And yet, each time you visited, there was something different. Something you didn’t know. Whether Steve’s parents were around or not, they hired people to renovate, often. But this time, as you were walking through the living room, to get a glass of water from the kitchen, the change wasn’t a wall or interior, you saw a small letter lying on the counter, instead.
“Hope to see you soon.” Was written on there. In a neat and tidy handwriting. Signed with an A.
And you were reminded. He had moved on. He had spent the day with another girl. Even if they really just met, he did meet someone. You just let the letter lay there, not wanting to mention it. After all, it wasn’t something you were entitled to talk about. You weren’t even supposed to find it, and most importantly, you weren’t his girlfriend and couldn’t be. This fact didn’t make it hurt less though.
So you recollected yourself, shaking off the feeling of being misplaced, of being where you shouldn’t. You simply took the glass of water, poured one for him as well, and went upstairs. You walked up the long corridor, right to where you saw light.
Steve had prepared a spare bedroom for you. It already had perfectly fine bedding in there. You knew that, because it was the bedroom his mom would prepare for special guests. It was the nicest. Though Steve insisted on getting you a second one.
It was unusual. Seeing him do something so usual, casual even. As if it was a hidden part you weren’t able to see anymore.
Usually, you hadn’t seen him at all, and if you did, it was at Scoops Ahoy, spending time with an 11 year old or fighting monsters with him. Seeing him do something so utterly and unexplainable normal hurt. As if a string had been tied around your heart, pulled tighter when you saw him.
“I brought you a glass of water.” You said gently, not wanting to startle him, while setting yours down on the nightstand. The impact caused a clinking sound, which was loud enough to echo through the quiet that had build around the two of you.
“Thank you.” He mumbled concentrated, fiddling with the sheets. His eyebrows were furrowed, he hissed in annoyance when a side he had just covered went off again.
“I can do this Steve, you go and rest.” You said, already walking up to the bed, sitting down on it, blocking his way of doing this any further.
Steve didn’t say anything, he just looked at you for a moment, quiet, unmoving. His hands were still on the bed, keeping himself from falling over. Neither of you moved.
The moment felt like it was never ending. Usually, you had laughed when people said the world disappeared and it was only two people. Peripheral vision. But then, in that moment, did you understand. There was still so much you had to say, so much you wanted to say. Though you only continued to look at each other.
And then, as if he had snapped into reality, his posture straightened, he distanced himself from you. He made his way to the door.
Before you bid goodnight though, you stopped him. He was already walking out of the door, to go down the corridor and in his room, when you asked him;
“What are those things Steve?” It was a genuine question. One you just had to ask. You needed to know.
He didn’t turn around immediately, hesitating for a moment before he turned right where he stood and looked at you. Like he had at Scoops Ahoy or when you stood in-front of him in the woods. It was this shocked, sad face he did.
“See that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you.” He said then. His voice was splayed and broken. The words came out wrong. It didn’t sound like Steve. Steve who always had his life under control, who did everything right and got everything right.
In that moment, he was fragile.
“But I found out anyway.” You mumbled.
“Lies always get caught.” You added then, as if that would’ve made things better.
“Y/N.” He said carefully, not meeting your gaze. It was clear he didn’t want to tell you. That’s why he kept it all from you.
“No!” You exclaimed, now angry. “You pushed me away, you didn’t tell me!” You nearly shouted from anger. Now there were the words you had wanted to say when you were in the car or when you had sat here moments before.
“In the past few weeks.. I.. I thought even my brother didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” You added quieter, words turned into little sobs. Anger turning into sadness and hurt.
And then you cried. Full on cried.
Tears were falling down your sheets. Steve Stood there, in the doorway, not knowing if comforting was the right thing to do. Eventually though, he had walked back in the room and held you. And it was fine. Steve always had been a kind of comfort one could melt into. And so all the anger, sadness and madness you had buried deep inside of you the past few months, were finally beginning to fade away.
You didn’t know how long the two of you just sat there, on the half-made bed. Eventually though you did bit each other goodnight and Steve left.
In the night, you woke up extremely scared. The way the trees swayed outside of the window had always made you feel comfortable before. Now, they made you feel scared. At one point, you couldn’t fall asleep anymore. Too distracted by the swaying dark branches which seemed to only get worse. It must’ve been a stormy night then.
So you walked up to Steves bedroom. It was the only answer you had. An autopilot reaction.
“Steve?” you asked when opening the door.
He couldn’t sleep as well, at least that what it looked like, because he was awake immediately. Sitting up in bed and looking at you. That was his reaction. He must have slept somewhen before though, because he rubbed his eyes, as if trying to see you better. Steve’s room had always been unexplainable big to you. In a way, he seemed small in this big room which was filled with darkness.
“Y/N?” he then said surprised.
“I can’t sleep.” You stated. It should’ve been embarrassing. You walking up to him in the middle of the night. It wasn’t. Because Steve didn’t make it embarrassing.
“Do you need anything a water?” He immediately wanted to get up, blanket already moved to the side, concern filling his voice.
“No I just…” you paused, not really knowing what to say. Why did you come to him? “Maybe,” you stated. “I don’t want to be alone, the trees look like they are moving and..”
He stopped you without hesitation.
“It’s okay!” He said shortly. He didn’t laugh, didn’t mock you. Instead he made room in his bed, for you to lay next to him.
“If you want to I can sleep on the couch.” He said, while the two of you already laid next to each other.
“No it’s fine.” You said quietly. You could hear him leave out a small huff in that moment. As if saying ”thank god”.
“I want you here.” You added looking at him. Before, this had been your favourite Steve. The sleepy one. The one who would just embrace you in his arms, hold you securely. This had been what Steve was. Security. How could a person ever not be secure anymore if they had been all of it before?
You realised, Steve still was that for you. Still was there for you.
“How do you live with the fact these monsters exist?” You whispered, though you didn’t get an answer as Steve was already asleep, breathing slowed down.
You were able to fall asleep shortly after, but you didn’t get as much sleep as you hoped you would. The amount of times you woke up, made you feel uneasy. Images of those slimed monsters flashed before your eyes. The sound of the house moving against the wind made you flinch.
It was something not even Steve could protect you from.
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