Caught In The Loop | Steve Harrington X Reader

~9~ Curiosity

We step inside his house and I look around. "When was the last time you had friends around?"

He coughs. Rubbing the back of his neck. "The night Barbara went missing."

"Shit. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry."

"I shouldn't have asked." I shake my head.

He turns to me and smiles slightly. "Hey. It's fine. Why don't we do something fun? Take our minds off of it?"

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I laugh as we lay back against the sun chairs in this time of night. Laughing with our small conversation. Three empty bottles of beer stand on the side of the table, all which I've drunken.

Me and Steve have both started drinking since a little hour ago. At first talking about what was on our minds. I didn't tell him about the 005 thing but I did tell him about Billy and he told me his opinion about Nancy and Jonathan. Both weren't nice. I'll admit, my words are slurring so I'm drunk. But I think Steve is also a bit drunk as well.

"Okay, wanna see something cool?"

"Go ahead." I say amused.

He pulls up a beer can and smirks. "Think I can into this?"

"I think you can't."

"I'm gonna try it." He says staring at it.

I roll my eyes and watch. He bites into it and tears a whole in the metal. I watch in awe as he drinks the whole thing then throws it to the ground.

"WOO!!"

"My God! Looks like you did it after all!" I clap.

"Thank you...Thank you." He smirks.

I gasp as he suddenly sweeps me off my feet and lifts me up bridal style.

"AH! Steve Harrington! Put me down right now!" I shriek.

He laughs. "Literally?"

He stands by the rim of the pool. "NO!! NO DON'T YOU DARE!!"

"Or what?" He chuckles.

"IM DRUNK AND I'LL DROWN!!" I wheeze.

"Okay, okay Jeez."

He puts me back down on the chair and picks up another can of Beer.

"GO STEVE!! GO GO GO!!" 

He chugs it down as I cheer for him. I squeak with amusement as he throws it to the ground and stomps on it. For a moment, I see him stumble back and his eyes blink. I get confused and quickly run into his house.

"Y/N, Y/N where you going?" He asks.

I walk into the house and go to the fridge. I proceed to open it but Steve closes it. I turn around and he pushes up against the wall.

"S-Steve?"

I look as he takes my hand and holds it in his. He looks down at me with blush on his face. "You ran inside all of a sudden, you okay?"

He's drunk. Maybe just as much as I am. I lean my head against the wall as he snakes an arm around my waist.

"What are you-"

He silences me as he puts his lips on mine. His lips are soft, with a passion that seems to be looking for something.

He pulls away and kisses my cheek. Kissing my jaw.

"S-steve, this is wrong." I huff. "We're both dru-"

I pause my sentence and shut my eyes. "Pardon?"