Ghost | Steve Harrington
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Mayfield/Hopper!OC
Summary: After their breakup, Steve tries to reach her. She keeps pushing him away. She says she’s fine. He knows she’s lying.
"You've become a ghost..."
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He steps in front of me to stop me and Max too without meaning to, since we're still holding hands.
"Hey..." he says, slightly out of breath from running.
"Well, I'm going to the gym," Max tells me, letting go of my hand.
She walks past Steve without saying anything, leaving me alone with him.
"What do you want, Steve?" I ask coldly, arms crossed, my headphones resting on my shoulders.
I see the light in his eyes fade for a second, but he pulls himself together immediately.
"I got a ticket for tonight's game..." he starts, pulling the ticket from his jeans pocket and holding it out to me. "I'd like you to come with me."
"I don't need your ticket, Steve," I say, pushing his hand away. "I already have to go for the newspaper with Nancy, and to support Lucas."
"Even better!" he says, trying to sound enthusiastic. "You already have a ticket. So come with me, please? It won't cost you anything."
My heart gets stabbed, but I don't let it bleed in front of him.
"No. Stop, okay? We're not together anymore, and it's been four months. Why do you keep trying?" I ask, hoping he'll give up so I can stop breaking his heart every time we talk.
"I know we're not anymore, trust me. Eddie drives you and Max every day now, not me." He almost laughs, jealousy obvious, but his face softens. "But I'm not going to let you sink, because you're not okay, Mauve."
His eyes are full of worry, while mine can't hold his gaze for more than a few seconds.
"I'm fine. You're making this into a big deal because of your ego, because I broke up with you, that's all," I say dryly.
"What? No, of course not, Lila! I'm not the only one, everyone sees it. Me, Robin, Nancy, Lucas, Dustin, Mike! Hell, even El can feel it through your calls. She sent me a letter two days ago asking about you because she's worried! The only ones who don't see it are you and Max, because you're both hurting just as much."
My heart cracks a little when I hear El writes to him about me, but I push it away again.
"Leave me alone, Steve! I'm fine, we're fine! You're just not around anymore."
"Exactly! Maybe if you talked to people, we wouldn't be here," he blurts out without thinking, already regretting it.
"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?" I snap.
"I... forget it," he mutters.
"No, tell me. You started, go on." I gesture at him sarcastically.
"You shut everyone out like we don't matter anymore... like you don't matter anymore. You became someone I don't even recognize," he says more softly.
"Sorry to disappoint you by changing, but that's how it is." I shrug, pretending not to care.
"You don't disappoint me, you scare me," he says, his voice shaking. "It feels like the girl I fell in love with is disappearing right in front of me, and she doesn't even notice. You've become a ghost."
"A ghost? Really?" My body steps back like I just got punched.
"Mauve... you're not here anymore. I feel like I'm losing you, not because we broke up, but because you're becoming someone who isn't you."
"People change. I changed. That simple. So you should get used to it."
I don't look at him again.
I keep walking toward the gym with one side of my headphones on, grabbing my pill box from my bag and swallowing two or three dry to calm my migraine.
Later. Another argument with Dustin. Another panic attack. And Steve still wasn't there.
My breathing gets fast. Too fast. I can't breathe and my hands start shaking. Nausea rises in my throat. I walk toward a tree and try to breathe the way Steve taught me to calm my panic attacks.
Fuck. Steve. Always him.
My heart races even more, and I can't calm it like I could when I was with him. Four months fighting alone. Four months failing. Another memory flashes, Steve holding my hands, helping me breathe, forcing me to look into his eyes.
It's too much.
I bend over and throw up bile, having eaten nothing all day. The sour taste makes me grimace, and my last pills come back up too.
Great.
Now I just need to find a mint.
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