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Sweet Promises

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: Since tutoring Billy Hargrove, she found herself falling for his charming and flirty ways. She thrived off of his attention, and when she thought he’d broken a promise to her, he made her a better one she couldn’t refuse.

Warnings: MDNI coarse language, alcohol use, cigarette use, Billy is a little bit of a jerk, reader is introverted. I think that’s everything!

Authors notes: Hi dolls… another Billy fic… I’m really inspired with him atm…. This is quite long and I rewrote it multiple times yet I’m still not happy … I don’t know if it’s any good tbh but I loved the idea so I ran with it… even though it might not be the best, please enjoy 🧸

Dividers and images from Pinterest. I do not own Stranger Things characters or references.

Happy Holidays 🎄

The warm fluorescent lights of the Hawkin's High library hummed and flickered above the wooden desks, the light casting shadows between the shelves. Students lingered in the aisles, some tracing book covers with their fingers, others looking for privacy in the corners where no one could see. Outside, the sun was setting, leaving in its a trail a vibrant pink sky, streaks of orange dancing through it.

Somewhere in the library, amongst the whir of the microfilm machine and the clicking heels of the librarian, her hushed giggles could be heard. She sat at a desk, her body leaning in, chin resting in her palm as she stared dreamily at Billy Hargrove. Her study books long forgotten.

Billy sat in the chair to her left, denim clad legs spread wide, his body leaning in to meet hers across the desk. He was so close, invading her personal space. Not that she minded. Not at all. She could smell his cologne, mixed with the faint smell off cigarette smoke, invading her senses and setting them alight. He was intoxicating. “Love your hair today sweetheart,” his smooth voice broke her out of her daze, her eyes moving to where his ringed finger had reached out and taken a curl in his hand. “Suits you,” he grinned, chewing on his gum.

She blushed, a pink shade dancing across her freckled cheeks. Looking down as Billy’s finger twirled around her hair, she giggled, “Billyyyy… thank you I guess but… you’re distracting me againnn. We’re supposed to be studying.” Billy scoffed, leaning back in his chair, mock rolling his eyes as he retreated his hand from her hair, “Only one distracting round here is you angel, you’re looking so pretty how am I meant to concentrate huh? Really, you’re killing me sweets” She bit her lip, Billy's eyes tracing the movement, not trusting herself to respond when he spoke to her like this.

It had been like this for exactly the past month, ever since she was assigned to tutor Billy Hargrove, Hawkins’ resident “bad boy.” Billy was flirty and charming since day one, but he was also sweet. He gave her attention that no boy had ever given her before. It was attention that she never knew she needed until she got a sinful taste of it. It was attention that she had come to love. She craved Billy’s attention and lived for the time they spent together alone every week.

Before Billy, no one had ever paid her any kind of attention, especially not boys. She had a way of blending in to the background, a presence that made people look past her. She moved through life unnoticed, a familiar face maybe that people could never seem to vividly recall. Attention slid off her like water, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the quiet hum of the world. She lived in her daydreams.

Billy, in all his tight denim clad glory had interrupted her quiet world. Suddenly, she found herself, every Tuesday and Thursday evening after school, being the sole subject of Billy's undivided attention. Not the other girls that he would flock to hang around him in the cafeteria, or the girls he would flirt with in the hallways and not even the cheerleaders who would cheer for him during basketball, but her. And she thrived off it.

“Earth to you angel, hello? Hell I’ve lost you again” she heard Billy’s once distant voice zone in again on her hearing, snapping her out of her head. God, she was daydreaming. Again. Flustered, she visibly shook her head in an effort to focus again, her soft curls swaying gently. Billy watched, his tongue poking his cheek as an amused look spread across his face at the fact he had caught her in another daydream. She seemed frustrated but he thought it was sweet. She fussed through the open book in front of her, “I’m sorry Billy let’s-let’s go over these equations again I won’t get distract-”

“Hey Billy,” came the sound of a voice. A voice laced in honey, toned at a higher pitch. She looked up towards the flirty voice, catching sight of Jessica and Katie behind Billy in their cheerleader outfits. She averted her gaze back down towards the equations in front of her, disappointed that her time with Billy was being interrupted.

Billy turned his large body around in the seat, his strong legs still spread wide, as he threw an arm behind the back of the chair. His demeanor oozed confidence and masculinity. Tipping his head up in acknowledgment of the two girls, they flashed him a wide smile. “What’s up girls?” he asked confidently, still chewing on his gum. “We were just wondering what you were doing here, didn’t think we’d find you in the library,” they giggled. Behind him, she shrunk in on herself, her shoulders dropping. She was used to this. Used to people having conversations in front of her as if she didn’t exist.

He smirked, running a hand through his perfectly messy curly hair, his bicep bulging as he did so. She noticed the girls glance towards it, “Nah, I just got this tutoring thing,”

Ouch. Her heart sank inside. “Tutoring thing” he had called it. The words he had slipped out so easily buried themselves in the corners of insecurity that had been carved out deeply in her mind. Of course that’s all that she was to him. She wasn’t like the other girls Billy had been with. She had knew that harbouring a crush on Billy Hargrove would never be reciprocal. He was flirty and charming with everyone, she wasn’t special.

“And are you going to Tina’s party tomorrow night?” Katie asked curiously, biting her lip in anticipation of Billy’s answer. He stared at her lip momentarily, the action flashing his mind back to her little habit of doing so. He gazed back up to her eyes, expression neutral, “Yeah I’ll be there.” The cheerleaders grinned, clearly happy with his answer. “Great! We’ll see you then, don’t be late Hargrove, oh and enjoy tutoring,” they joked, turning to walk away. Billy stayed facing them, eyes watching as they walked away.

Turning back around in his seat, he found her twirling a pencil in her hands, her pretty eyes staring at it as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. He reached out gently, his calloused hand touching her soft one. She flinched at the contact, ignoring how warm his hand had felt. “Sorry bout' that sweetheart,” he spoke, her gaze finding his. Billy took in her doe eyes, staring at him through her long eyelashes. Hell, she was pretty. “You going to this party tomorrow night?” He asked as he leaned in again, taking up his place in her personal space as he had done before.

“Me.. the party? Oh I uhm… I didn’t get an invite..” she looked down, looking small. Her body language less relaxed than it had been at the beginning of their tutoring session. Billy raised a brow, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest, “Well that’s easy, I’m inviting you now,” he stated matter of factly. She tilted her head, eyebrows drawn together displaying her confused expression, “But.. but it’s not your party?” He laughed, dropping his head to hide his amusement, “Trust me sweetheart, that don’t matter.”

“Oh.. but I uhm.. I don’t have anything to wear and .. I’m not good in big crowds,” she muttered, avoiding Billy’s intense gaze. He took a second to observe her from where he sat. His eyes wondering over her. She was wearing light blue denim jeans and a pink sweater with tiny floral patterns dotted across it. Her long hair was curled loosley, a pink ribbon holding a section of it back, allowing for her delicate and beautiful features to be on display. He thought she was the cutest thing ever.

Leaning across the table, this time closer than before, his knee bumping gently against hers under the old wooden desk,“I think you’d look great in anything you wear sweetheart.” Her breath caught at his words. The hairs on her arms standing up. Did Billy really mean that?

She gave him a shy smile, “tha-thanks Billy, that’s really sweet of you.” Shaking his head, he held her eye contact, “Nah, I’m just telling the truth sweets. Also, why don’t you meet me at the front door or the house at 8, yeah? I’ll wait there for ya, walk you in so you don’t have to deal with the crowds.”

Her eyes widened. Billy had made his suggestion so casually, as if it wasn’t the kindest thing someone had offered to do for her in … well, forever. She longed to socialise amongst her peers, she just found it difficult to do so in the situations that socialising occurred. The fact that Billy had offered to do something so simple just to help include her melted her heart. “You… you would do that? For me?” She stuttered, her hand reaching up to rest on her chest. Billy shrugged nonchalantly, “Sure angel, course I would do it for you.”

The butterflies in her stomach erupted. She bit down on her lip, unaware of Billy’s gaze yet again travelling to the spot. She smiled, a genuinely happy smile towards him, “Thank you Billy that means so much to me.” He shook his head, standing up to his full height from the desk, “It’s no problem sweetheart honestly, c’mon let’s get you home. I’ll grab all this shit” He motioned with his head towards the exit, bending down to gather her books in his arms and making his way out, glancing back to make sure she was following him. She was.

He knew she always followed him.

…..

Her fingers ghosted along the clothes lining her closet, eyebrows kitted together in a quiet concentration. She stared helplessly at the denim jeans, sweaters, and dresses that lay before her, staring so intensely as if it would cause something perfect to wear to manifest right before her. The pressure of agreeing to attend Tina's party, her first ever party, was beginning to weigh upon her shoulders. She was eager to dress nice, to look pretty.

For Billy.

His earlier words had been playing on her mind as she searched for an outfit. Her inner thoughts constantly questioning whether Billy would like it every time her hand landed on an article of clothing.

Twisting her lips in thought, she reached for a hanger she had not reached for before. Pulling it out, the dark blue denim skirt that she had bought a few months back came in to view. She stared at it, the memory of why she had bought it flooding her mind. It was a simple skirt, yet it was something entirely out of her comfort zone. She had tried it on at the mall and, in what she would now call a moment of madness, had felt pretty in it, so she promised herself that she would find an occasion to wear it. Her promise fell slack, however, as she hid it in her wardrobe the minute she returned home and came back to her senses.

Would Billy like this? She wasn't entirely sure if he truly meant what he had said in the library. He was more likely just flirting with her in an effort to disrupt their tutoring session and avoid studying. Yet, despite this, she found herself clinging on to the hope that he had meant it. The thought that Billy would like whatever she chose to wear wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, providing her with the confidence to wear what she liked.

....

The lawn that stretched out from the house was lively and crowded, the porch lights casting a soft yellow glow, illuminating the red solo cups scattered along the grass. Music spilled out from the house, it's loud and bass-heavy sound echoing to the outside. She stood near the front door, anxiously glancing at the wrist watch she wore. It was 8:15pm. Billy was nowhere to be seen.

She swallowed nervously, fidgeting with her hands as she took in her surroundings, her sharp eyes looking out for any sign of Billy. Standing there, alone, she felt terribly out of place. The insecure feelings that she simply didn't belong here were weighing heavy on her mind. Bodies moved past her, carelessly bumping in to her as they swayed, their movements tainted from the alcohol. Glancing at her watch again, she saw it was 8.20pm. She needed to find Billy.

"Hey," she called out to the girl leaning against the porch, a cigarette burning between her fingers. "Do you know if Billy is here?" she asked politely. The girl blew the smoke from her cigarette out, turning to face her, "Yeah he's here alright, why you need him or what?" She nodded gently, "He uhm.. he promised me he would meet me here at 8 and he's.. well he's not here, " she laughed nervously, 'do you know where I could find him?" The girl laughed, shaking her head in amusement and stumping her cigarette out, 'Oh hon, that was your first mistake. Billy Hargrove don't keep no promises. He promised me he'd call me back weeks ago, still haven't heard back from him, " she rolled her eyes towards her, "As for where he is? I don't know girl, he's probably in there somewhere doing God knows what."

Her shoulders dropped as she listened to the girl speak, a frown forming on her face, "Oh ok.. thank you I guess." The girl gave her a salute before walking off, disappearing in to the crowd. She sighed deeply, the realisation dawning on her that if she wanted to be with Billy, then she was going to have to find him herself.

….

Wading through the sea of people packed into the house, she made her way through, muttering apologies to the people she accidentally bumped in to on her journey there. Reaching the kitchen, the strong scent of alcohol hit her, her nose scrunching up slightly in dislike of the smell invading her senses. Hopeful eyes scanning the room as she hesitantly moved further in, she wished to catch a glimpse of Billy. Maybe he was here, getting a drink?

A large body bumped into her, causing her to stumble slightly. It was a boy she recognised from her biology class. His large hand roughly grabbed a red cup, dunking it carelessly into a bowl of punch, recklessly spilling some on the counter top. Her eyes followed his movements as he downed the drink. He caught her eyes, “You want some or wha?” he slurred. Her eyes widened, “Me? Oh no no… I’m uh I’m ok. What is it?” she couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity taking over. He wiped his mouth free of the drink, turning to face her, “fuel, PURE FUEL’” he exclaimed loudly, startling her. She took a step backwards, retreating away. Where was Billy?

Suddenly, she heard the chanting of numbers coming from somewhere in the house. Before her brain could catch up, her feet were carrying her in the direction of the commotion.

….

She followed the sound, reaching the living room, standing on her tiptoes as she attempted to move through the crowd and see what they were so engrossed in. As she neared the front, the crowd chanted “42”before they erupted in to cheering. Her breath caught.

Oh.

There, in front of her, in all his glory, was Billy.

He was being let down from where his legs were being held up above a keg. The crowd around him cheered manically as someone handed him his lit cigarette, he took a deep drag of it before blowing the smoke upwards. He was shirtless, wearing only his leather jacket. The plains of muscle across his solid chest were on display, glistening slightly from the mixture of sweat and alcohol that had dripped downwards.

He was full of adrenaline as the crowd crowned him the newest “Keg King,” parading through the mass of people as though he owned the place, his presence dominating the room. Her eyes followed him as he moved, she was focused only on Billy.

….

As he moved through the crowd, cigarette hanging from his mouth, the muffled sound of rock music vibrating in the background, his dark eyes scanned the room. It was then he caught her eyes. He stumped his cigarette out and made a beeline towards her. His boots hitting the ground with a purposeful stride, his focus pointed solely towards her.

He stopped in front of her, taking a moment and drinking in her appearance. She wore a deep blue denim skirt, her legs on display in such a way that made Billy lick his lips. He had only ever seen her in jeans, seeing her beautiful legs felt forbidden and he loved it. On top she wore a pretty white top dotted with little blue flowers, a delicate lace trim lining the low neckline. Her socks had a frilly rim and she wore white Converse. He dragged his gaze back up from her outfit to her eyes, finding them wide and doe eyed.

“Shit sweetheart, I told you you’d look good in anything you wore,” he spoke, a grin spreading across his features. She blushed that delicious blush he adored so much, her head dropping down as she gave him a shy smile, “Thanks Billy, I’m.. I’m glad you like it.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer he brushed her hair behind her ear, “Like it? Sweetheart, I love it.

She gasped, looking back up at him to find a genuine look in his eyes. She held his gaze for a moment, “I was looking for you.” Billy poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, that confident smirk on his face, “Were you now sweets?” She nodded, clearing her throat, “Yeah, you promised you would uhm meet me at the door… at 8 but… you never came.”

At once, the smug smirk on Billy’s face dropped, he took in the frown on her face. “Fuck sweetheart, shit,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I did promise you that. Fuck I’m so sorry angel I swear I didn’t mean to leave you out there like that.” She shrugged her shoulders, a sad smile playing on her face, “It’s ok Billy, I get it. I’m not the most exciting thing to remember,” she tried to laugh.

Billy drew his eyebrows together, confusion and frustration working on his features,“Nah sweetheart it’s not ok. I was a real ass to leave you after promising you. Let me make it up to you. I’ll make you a promise I’ll have no problem keeping trust me.”

She was curious to hear what he had to say, “uhm ok, sure.” Billy grinned, bending down to lean in to her ear again, her perfume wrapping around his senses, “I promise to take you out, just the two of us.” His voice was smooth and her heartbeat picked up, “Like.. like a date?” She asked, her voice laced with disbelief. Billy nodded, “Yeah angel, like a date.”

She gasped slightly. The girl’s words from earlier ran through her head, “Billy Hargrove doesn’t keep promises.”

Looking at Billy, a smile playing on his handsome face, she found herself frantically nodding her head, despite the girls words. She liked Billy. She wanted to spend more time with him and he wanted to spend time with her. She bit her lip, attempting to stop the smile from spreading so wide across her face, but she failed.

Billy’s dark eyes traced her teeth biting down on her tempting lips, “It’s a date then sweetheart. You gotta stop biting that lip too, it’s too damn distracting. You do that on our date and I’m not going to make it five minutes without biting it for you.”

Her eyes widened at Billy’s bold comment, but a grin broke out on her face, betraying her attempt of masking her excitement for Billy’s promise….

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