Lowest of Lows | Steve Harrington
Summary; Steve Harrington is a sweetheart (as per usual) after the events in Season 2. Minor spoilers.
Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
A/N; Yes, another Henderson!Reader Steve fic…I love the idea what can I say 🤷♀️… I’ll mix it up soon but for this idea it had to be done.
The fact that your cat, Mews died, didn’t really set in until a week following the events in the Upsidedown. You were still on edge, constantly in fear that things weren’t actually over. That Will wasn’t actually okay, and that he, or any of you really, could be taken at any second.
In your head there were much more important things to worry about.
When your mom got the cat a few years back you were sceptical to say the least. She got him as a coping mechanism for your dad leaving, at least that’s what you thought.
You weren’t big on animals, cats especially. You contemplated pretending that you were allergic, but your mom needed it.
Eventually the little fur ball wormed his way into your heart. You did have one, afterall, and he was freaking adorable. Your only complaint was the ample amounts of orange fur that you would always find all over your black clothes.
The loss of your feline friend didn’t even really take its toll on you, until all of a sudden on Friday night you were struggling to breathe from sobbing so hard.
Your nose was raw from rubbing it, and your eyes were practically swollen shut. To conclude; you were an utter mess.
Luckily for you, you were home alone. Dustin was sleeping over at Mike’s with the boys, and your mother was off doing who knows what. The fact that you didn’t have Mews to cuddle up to when you got lonely really took its tole.
Steve knew you were home alone, and from experience he knew how lonely it got. He wanted to provide company for you, even if it was just in the form of a phone call.
You, however, were too busy sobbing to pick up the phone. And that worried Steve. His mind couldn’t help but go back to the previous weeks and the danger that everyone was in. You especially.
So he did what any concerned friend would do, at least that’s what Steve told his self, and drove over to your house.
By the time he got there it was past 10 and pitch black out side. You were probably just asleep. He tried to reassure himself. Yet he hopped out of his BMW anyways and knocked on your door.
When you didn’t respond after a few seconds Steve decided to knock again, putting his ear against the door to listen in. He could hear your sobs and hiccups. Relief filled the man. At least he knew you were alive now, granted you were crying which still wasn’t the ideal circumstance.
“Y/N/N? Is everything okay in there?” He questioned from the other side of the door, his hand gripping the brass doornob tightly.
“Steve?” You questioned softly, not believing your ears. You were probably dehydrated from all of the crying. There was no way in hell Steve would drive all the way to your house just ‘cause you didn’t pick up the phone.
“Yeah, it’s me. Could you let me in?”
“Just go home, Steve. I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” You responded, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter under your chin.
“Now that doesn’t sound like a very good idea at all. I can’t leave when my best girl is down.” Steve grinned.
Even though you couldn’t see Steve’s face, you could imagine his expression. His eyes were probably soft as he watched the door for movement, a sympathetic smile painted on his lips.
“If you don’t answer the door I’ll find another way in. I’m a ninja, remember? I could do it.” He warned, taking a few steps back from the door.
“Have it your way.” He mumbled softly to himself, ready to kick the door down if necessary.
You stood up slowly, a small smile finding its way onto your lips at the theatric boy’s antics. Leave it to Steve Harrington to cheer you up in less then 200 words. Even in your lowest state.
You wiped your raw nose with a discarded tissue and threw it into the trash can, dragging the blanket behind you like a cape. Hesitantly you placed your hand on the door nob, unlocking the door slowly.
You pulled the door wide open to reveal Steve Harrington, looking a bit disheveled but of course still handsome. Even after his face was bashed in by Billy Hargrove he managed to look handsome.
“Were you about to try and kick down the door?” You questioned in disbelief, staring at the sheepish boy with wide eyes.
“I-I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He replied with a light blush. “And obviously you aren’t. What the hell happened to you?”
You scoffed. “Way to kick a girl when she’s down.” You walked back into the livingroom, plopping yourself back down onto the brown loveseat.
Steve followed closely behind, taking the seat by your side. “You know that’s not what I meant. You could have two black eyes and be missing your front teeth and I’d still find you fucking gorgeous.” Steve reassured, linking your hand with his.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid.” You pouted, disconnecting your hands.
“Nothing that has you this worked up is stupid.” He reassured, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.
“Mews is dead.” Your eyes watered just thinking about it so you closed them, hoping to stop anymore tears from falling.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Steve whispered, pulling you into his chest.
You gripped his blue shirt tightly between your fists, trying to hold your sobs in. “I miss him so much.” You cried shakily.
“I know you do.” Steve ran his fingers through your messy hair. “It’ll get better. I promise.”
The next morning you were even more exhausted. Steve had left a few hours after your miniature breakdown. Your eyes were practically swollen shut, and your voice was almost gone.
When you left your bedroom you were greeted by the smell of pancakes, which admittedly made your stomach turn a bit. Your mother was an awful chef.
“Woah, you look like shit.” Dustin yelled, scaring you slightly. You hadn’t even known he was home yet. How late was it?
“Gee thanks.” You smiled sarcastically, flipping the boy off and walking in the other direction.
“I’m just being honest.” He shrugged as if he didn’t do anything wrong.
“Screw you, asshat.” You yelled back in response, slamming the bathroom door shut. You could use a hot shower for sure.
You were snapped out of your hot-water induced haze by your mom screaming your name. “Y/N/N! You have a visitor!”
“I’ll be right out mom!”
When you imerged from your bedroom, fully dressed in the most comfy pajamas you owned, you were met with your mother and brother crowded around Steve Harrington on the couch.
“I thought you said I had a visitor.” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t be jealous sweet cheeks, Dustin and your mom were just keeping me company while I waited.
You grinned at the brunette boy, ignoring your brothers groan in disgust. “Gross.”
“Oh, this one is a keeper, Y/N/N.” Your mom declared dreamily. You know that she knew you weren’t dating.
“I keep trying the tell her that.” Steve winked at your mom.
“For Christs sake, I’m sitting right here!” Dusting gagged, “Screw this.” He sighed, hoping up from his spot on the couch and running off to his bedroom.
You rolled your eyes at the boys antics. Your mother followed behind him except she went off back into the kitchen. Something about meatloaf (which you hated).
“Why don’t you come take a seat.” Steve grinned, patting the seat next to him softly.
You didn’t trust it at all. “What the hell is going on?”
You noticed that Steve was blocking something from your view as you sat down. He looked up at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile. One thing was for sure. He looked proud as hell of himself (though what was new).
“Close your eyes.”
You hesitantly agreed, tensing when you felt something light being placed into your lap.
“Okay, open them.”
Your gaze was met with that of the cutest kitten you had ever seen in your entire life. He was small enough to hold in one hand and had a soft black coat.
Yours began to water as you looked up at Steve. He had a pink blush on his cheeks and was watching you wide wide eyes.
“You-you did this for me?” You questioned shakily, a tear falling from your eye onto your cheek.
Steve nodded, reaching over to pet the kitten on his little head. “His name is Dart.” Steve winked.
“Dark.” You laughed, petting the tiny animal’s cheek.
“Do you-do you like him?” Steve asked you in a small voice.
“I love him Steve. Seriously. This is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. Thank you.” You smiled, leaning over to embrace the man. He held you tight against his chest, neither of you wanting to let go.
You placed a soft peck of thanks on his cheek once you pulled away. You smiled at how warm the skin was from all of his blushing.
“I think you missed.” Was all Steve said as he leaned in again, this time tilting his head so he could properly lay his lips over yours.