steve harrington was in love with you.

this, he was 100 percent certain of, despite being in his junior year of high school.

you, however, did not know that.

mainly because you hardly talked. to anyone outside of your friendgroup, let alone steve 'the hair' harrington. maybe it was a but creepy, his infatuation.

but god, it was a crush, and he was so painfully into it that it physically hurt his chest to look at you.

today was no exception.

you weren't exactly a partygoer- antisocial, as mentioned above- but you'd been dragged along by a friend who had half begged you to be her wingman- some guy named tommy. you thought he looked like a total asshole- and you were proven correct.

it had been a lot of dry conversation, a lot of watching the guy practically grope her, a lot of awkward shuffling.

cut to about an hour later, you were waiting tiredly outside of the bathroom. your friend was inside that bathroom, throwing up her guts and swearing between heaves, cursing all of mankind.

you were half convinced tommy had slipped something in her drink. he looked the type.

and steve, who had been nervously- god, fuck nervous, he didn't get nervous- watching you from across the party, realized you were alone.

so he approached. after meticulously fixing his hair and sending a prayer up to the god he only believed in for show.

he'd never had to do that before.

first mistake of the night: approach the guy who at current had a mild distaste for your entire social class due to your 'best friend'.

second mistake of the night: approaching you like his end goal was to get you into one of the upstairs bedrooms.

"hey," he said, grinning with that false swagger he'd gotten so good at doing over the years, propping his hip up on a table beside the door.

third mistake of the night: approach you roght next to a bathroom where someone was actively puking.

he swallowed, adams apple bobbing visibly even in the low light. it betrayed his slight panic, if you knew what to look for. "all alone?" he managed.

fourth, final, and possibly most deadly mistake of the night?

be steve harrington on december 2nd, 1984, 10:42pm.