HIGHER and HIGHER - Steve Harrington x Reader

xxix - with your mind

"When you get your TV we will have to have a movie night so Keith will stop telling me I have no taste." He says.

I chuckle.

"You really don't, though. Animal House? Really?" I say.

"Hey, don't hate on Animal House." He says, seriously.

He spins me around in his arms and keeps his hands on my waist. He gently pushes my back against the kitchen counter and walks towards me so there's no space between our chests. He looks down at me and I look up at him for only a second, unable to keep eye contact.

"What are we?" Steve asks.

I look back up at him and furrow my brows.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"What is going on between us?" He says, sounding more frustrated.

"I thought everything was fine?" I say, confused.

Steve sighs and looks to the side for a moment, shaking his head. He then looks back at me and places a hand on my cheek. he leans down towards me until the tips of our noses are touching, then he closes his eyes. His head turns and I close my eyes as well, feeling his lips sink into mine. The kiss feels just like it did the night I was at Steve's house, but this time it feels right. Our lips stay connected for a moment, then I pull away. He pulls be back in once more for a not-so-quick peck and then takes his hand off of my cheek and rests it back on my hip. My body feels like it's on fire and my breathing is unsteady.

"I've been waiting for what feels like forever for that." Steve says.

I smile and shake my head, looking down at my feet. I feel his hand push a strand of hair behind my ear, then trace from there to my chin, pulling it up to look at him. He drops his hand and grabs mine.

"I don't want to be friends anymore." He says.

I furrow my brows and shake my head.

"Seriously?" I question.

"Seriously." He says, smiling.

"Steve, why are you smiling?"

"You know why."

"Cause you don't want to be friends with me anymore?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Cause you're sick of me."

"What? No. Well..."

I push him in the chest with my hands.

"So you are sick of me, you bastard!" I say.

"No! I'm not sick of you! It's actually quite the opposite." He says.

I take my hands off of his chest and cross my arms. He gives me a funny look and I keep my stare fixed on him.

"Well, Harrington? Spill."

He shakes his head and stutters. He runs a hand through his hair and looks to the side, again, then back at me. He then takes a deep breath in.

"Well, those two-weeks you were in the hospital made me extremely lovesick and I realized that I cannot stay away from you."

"You realized that now?" I question.

"Yeah... Why?" He asks, confused.

"You didn't realize you couldn't stay away from me after you kept sneaking in my room at night? Or when you stalked me in the middle school parking lot at the Snowball? Or, wait, when you confessed your love for me after we almost died in a secret Russian base?"