Pretty boy
Billy Hargrove x fem reader
Summary: Your boyfriend gets into a fight with his toxic dad. He visits the only person he feels the safest with. Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, Daddy issues, mommy issues... not much else :) My heart the fluff is too cute Inspired by The Neighborhood "Pretty boy"
"Even if my heart stops beating, you're the only thing I need, ooh, with me..."
After taking a hot shower, you start getting ready for bed. As you were about to put in your hair rollers like usual you hear a faint noise coming from your bedroom window. Ignoring it assuming it's the harsh winds beating against the glass. Looking into your mirror vanity trying to desperately part your hair into sections you hear three loud knocks. Jumping in your pink velvet chair you get up to see what's making all this noise.
You see Billy hunched over with his hand on the glass and his head down. You open the window as quickly as you can.
"What are you doing here-you scared me". Right before you were going to turn him away you felt the freezing wind on your bare body. You grab his right arm pulling him into your warm room.
"God it's freezing out" you say shutting the window. Turning back towards him you grab his denim shoulder to turn him around looking for an explanation on why he's here.
It's not like he's never been to your house or your room but it's a late school night. He usually sneaks through your window on Friday evening's or during the weekend when your parents aren't home.
He doesn't budge from your attempt to move him, his broad shoulders stiff.
You move to stand in front of him your calves touching the soft baby pink comforter on your bed. He's staring down at the floor unable to see his face you reach to go grab it. He flinches at your hand being centimeters away from his face.
"Hey, it's okay" you say softly already knowing something is wrong. Usually, he'd be his same old cocky self-sauntering in your room sending you sly remarks and cheeky smiles. But not this time.
Cupping his cheek his face forces it' self to look at you. Your mouth agape seeing the cuts on his face along with a big bruise already forming on the left side.
"Oh, baby what happened!" you whisper yelled taking in mind that your parents are downstairs sleeping.
He finally forces himself to look at your face through gritted teeth unable to speak. He's embarrassed.
"Who did this?" You tell him but you already know the answer.
You been with Billy for about 4 months and you've discovered a lot since being with him. Before knowing him, he was the jack ass from school that had everyone and their mother falling to their knees for him. The only thing you knew about him then was that he was from California and had recently moved to Hawkins. Also, that your best friend's little brother was hanging around with his little sister like all the time. He had changed quite a bit for you even though he didn't want to admit it, but he'd do anything for you.
"Neil...got angry with me for not knowing where Max is twenty-four fucking seven" he says looking in the distance while he's recounting what happened. "Motherfucker punched me...." he shakes his head anger and hurt seeping through his eyes. He looks at you.
"Cares more about her than his own son" Looking straight at you your heartbroken eyes soften hearing him so defeated. You're unable to read his face.
"Gosh don't say that-" shaking your head slightly bringing your other hand to grab his face.
"It's true and every fuckin body knows it". He tosses your hands off his face and walks a few steps closer to the window but stops as he hears you walk towards him.
"Billy stop-please don't go". God, it kills him inside that he can't walk away from you anymore like he was able to a few months back. That sweet voice of yours sends chills down his spine.
"Please don't go back there". 'There' because it's not a home and it never was. You'd rather him stay over and potentially get caught by your parent's then him going back home to that abusive ass hole.
You wrap your arms gently around his body laying the right side of your face on his back. Feeling the cold denim on your face from the weather outside you inhale his scent. The one you've got to know and love musky but fresh just the way you liked it.
"Please don't go..." You say above a whisper praying that he listens to your pleas.
His body stiffens from your touch just a moment then ultimately relaxes in your arms. He doesn't say anything after a minute or two breaking away from your grasp to meet his full body in front of you. He looks to the floor then right back at your eyes. God how you loved the way he looks at you. Even with those tired eyes you see the care he had for you. Always for you.
You smile at him cupping his face proud that he listened to you. You go quickly to grab some towel from your bathroom and alcohol to fix him up with. He's still standing looking down at the ground under him unbothered by your presence. Like in a daze. 'My poor baby' you think in your mind.
Grabbing his hand to pull him on your bed. To start you grab the towel and put some alcohol on it. Gently grabbing his chin for him to look at you. You kiss him.
"Baby you don't deserve this... the bad shit that's happened to you, it's none of your fault." He eyes you almost like he's trying to find a doubt in your face. But you mean it.
"I don't deserve you" he says flicking his eyes back and forth to yours.
"Yes, you do... and you deserve much more." Your eyes start to water a bit from his sadness. You wish you could show him from your perspective your love for him. You haven't said that you've love him, but you don't have to. He knows that you do.
Letting go to finally put the towel on his cuts he grabs your wrist and kisses you suddenly. Grabbing onto his bicep instead of his face like you would-which you don't mind. It gets pretty heated in which he pulls you onto his lap squeezing your ass. You take off his jacket and break the kiss pulling away. He looks at you like he needs you right now. Oh, he looks so good roughen up like this and you want to fix him but... not in that way.... just yet.
"Nice try" you giggle catching your breath grabbing onto his shoulders.
"A man could dream" he says with adoration in his eyes and then that smug smile you grew to love appears on his sexy face. You blush grabbing the towel to hide your smile which fails because he notices everything about you.
"I'm trying to fix you up pretty boy" you say gently putting the towel onto his cut skin. He smiles up at the name unknowingly that it is what your friends would say to you to alert that he was in the same vicinity as you.
He sneers and makes a sound like if the alcohol burned.
"Oh, are you okay? I'm sorry-" He starts laughing at you from how distressed your voice sounds. You push his shoulder a bit and he laughs even harder now.
"Shut up my parent's" you say flustered but he quiets down pulling you more into him. Grabbing your waist and moving your face closer to his he whispers.
"You just look so sexy all worked up. I can't help myself." He looks back to your lips and eyes as well as you do. Giving him a quick peck to go back doing what you were doing because the longer you look at those lips you will not want to stop.
"You're gonna have to try harder than that pretty boy". You say that nickname that you've gave him smirking back down at him. He is so amused right now grinning from ear to ear.
"Challenge accepted baby". You blush at him without saying a word and going back to cleaning him up.
You spent your night entangled with your lover. Lulling him into sleep with soft caresses to his face. For the rest of the night, you think about how glad you found him. How lucky of a girl you are. Billy from the moment he falls asleep to the second he wakes up he knows how lucky he is to have you.
Omg I haven't written in a longggg time, and it feels so good! I hope you enjoyed and please give recommendations they help tons❤️