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miss-wanderlustwriter · 6 years

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The Sky (Part 1)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) x Reader

1600 words

Let me know what you think, this is my first Billy fanfic!

Summary: It’s Tina’s Halloween party and you catch the eye of the new keg King in town.

Feedback, suggestions & requests all welcome ♥

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(Of course I don’t condone the actions of Billy at all in the show, but I’m intrigued by the character and let’s face it Dacre Montgomery is hot as hell, and such an amazing actor!)

Here I was, begrudgingly at the ‘party of the year’. Tina’s annual Halloween party. I promised Nancy I’d go for moral support as Steve was in turn forcing her to go. He’d apparently mentioned something about being stupid teenagers for once after all the crap we went through last year. I know Nancy was still torn up about Barb, I mean I was and I was nowhere near as good friends with her as Nancy was. It breaks my heart.

Anyways it was your typical high school party, not really my scene, I’d much rather be at home reading and listening to music. But I made the effort, for Nancy. I was in my black rah-rah skirt, leggings, vest top and a cropped gold jacket, with my unruly blond hair left au-natural and completed with a bow headband. My attempt at being Madonna.

I was numbing all the pain away with the spiked punch as I was people watching, leaning against the wall and I could see Nancy and Steve having a dance, and a seemingly good time. It’s a shame we couldn’t convince Jonathan to come, maybe I could have had another friend to keep me company.

All of a sudden there was huge cheering and shouting from the back yard that brought me out of my trance and drawing everyone’s attention. I rolled my eyes as the new guy, Billy Hargrove, strutted through the room like he owned it. To be fair he probably had owned at least half the girls at this party, even with only being here a couple of months.

He made a beeline straight to Steve; to start a fight? Just stare him down? Who knows. But I saw Nancy leave the situation and I went to her.

“Hey Nancy! Are you okay?”

“Y/N!!!” Clearly hammered. “Yes I am fabulous, have you tried this punch?? I’m going to get more!”

Steve then appeared and stormed straight passed me to the punch bowl and a swaying Nancy. I think I’ll just leave them to it, smiling to myself.

“Oh so she can smile?!” A voice appeared a lot closer than I was expecting.

I jumped out of my skin. Turning to the body attached to the voice I came face to face with the keg King himself.

“Excuse me?!” I replied, more out of shock that he had actually acknowledged my existence.

He was leaning against the wall next to me with that bloody smirk on his face, and that bloody gorgeous body on show. Yes okay, he’s a total dick, but even I can admit he looks gorgeous in that no shirt and leather jacket combo.

He looks up at me through his eyelashes, obviously amused by my expression. “You. Smiling. I don’t think I’ve seen that before. Looks good on you.”

“Oh thank you I shall keep that noted, especially for you.” I reply, dripping with sarcasm.

He breathed out a low chuckle. “Now now Princess.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname. “Well good chat, see you.”

“Wait, I want to talk to you pretty girl.”

“Well I don’t want to talk to you or have to listen to your god awful chat up lines that for some reason work on every other girl at our school.” I stormed off totally confused to grab more punch as I heard him shout after me “I like a girl who’s fiesty!” This night just got weird.

Eventually I found a little sanctuary away from everyone at the top of the stairs (well one set of them anyways, this house was huge) in a window seat, and I was happy to stay there until Steve and Nancy were ready to bail.

It was pitch black outside but I had always loved the sky; beautiful sunrises bringing in the new day, gorgeous sunsets closing them out, and night time where in only a certain few places of the town you could see all the stars. I could see the moon from my seat, and it took me back to being a little girl; out in the back yard with my Mom and Dad, wrapped in blankets with flasks of hot chocolate. Just gazing at the wonders, Dad teaching us about the moon cycles and trying to convince me a man lived on it. I smiled a little to myself, but then I was brought back to the somber present and reality of the increasingly frequent arguments between the two of them. I needed to talk to them, I was old enough, I could help maybe.

Unfortunately, my thoughts were rudely interrupted; Billy obviously didn’t understand when he was being turned down.

He pushed my feet out of the way to sit down next to me as I barely gave him a glace. His signature cigarette perched between his lips as he leaned forward elbows on knees and turned his head towards me. I kept my eyes on the moon and stars, but feeling his eyes on me made me restless.

“What do you want Hargrove?” I turned to face him, I had to sooner or later.

“Just enjoying the view Y/N.” The corner of his mouth turning up. So he did know who I was, again, weird. He took a long drag as he sat up and leaned back against the window, so that his eyeline was directly in mine. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Seriously?”

“Let me take you out.” His cockiness was unbelievable.

“Think I’ll pass thanks. Now you can run along onto your next target.” Not making any attempt to hide the disgust in my voice.

“Aww come on, I’m not as bad as you’re thinking right now.” He paused and I saw the devilish look in his eyes. “But, if you ask nice enough I could be.”

I scoffed, blushed and stuttered. Goddamn how does he do this.

It wasn’t that I was a prude, I just hadn’t found the guy I liked enough to sleep with yet. Yet here he was, Mr Sleep-Around himself, assuming he can get me in the back of his car just like that. Think again.

“Seriously Billy? You think you can just come up to me at a party with that pretty face, throw me a smile, and I’d be putty in your hands? You really think that low of me? Oh well you must since you’ve never even spoken to me before tonight and therefore don’t know anything about me.”

I swung my legs off the window seat to stand and he stood with me. He took a step towards me so that we were inches apart and I had to look up at him. His bright blue eyes felt like they were cutting right into me but there was no way in hell I was backing down. My heart started racing and I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, I was internally cursing myself for being this affected by him.

“What if I actually want to get to know you Princess? I can tell you’re different and I know you feel that… heat between us.”

“I am not one of your backseat sluts you can fuck and kick to the curb the next day Billy.”

He leant in right next to my ear before whispering “I know.”

Neither of us were wavering but he was right, I felt the heat and I really don’t think I could just blame the alcohol. I couldn’t tell if it was a line or if he felt it too. But I wasn’t about to be made a fool of to find out.

I put my hand on his warm, sculpted chest to push him back and made my way down stairs, away from him, shaking my head. I needed some headspace and some air, and that was when I ran straight into Jonathan with an almost passed out Nancy under his arm. All exchanges with Billy were pushed aside for the time being.

We had no idea where Steve had gone. The only words we could get out of her were ‘party’ and 'bullshit’. So I assume they had an argument, that’s the only reason Steve would leave Nancy anywhere; he loved her. But after everything that happened last year I honestly thought she was going to end up with Jonathan, I don’t know why I just felt something between them, and I can tell he still has feelings for her. It was a messy love triangle that I was staying out of, good thing too seen as though I seem to have acquired some Billy trouble of my own.

Jonathan and I were supporting Nancy on each side, he had already said he searched the whole house for Steve, finding nothing, but I couldn’t help taking one last glance around the room as we got to the front door.

I didn’t see Steve. However, standing at the bottom of the stairs casually leaning against the wall, arms folded, watching me, was Billy. We locked eyes so fiercely my breath got caught in my throat as he flashed that infamous smile. I turned away focusing on getting Nancy to Jonathan’s car and then to her bed.

We got her through the house and to her room relatively quietly, I removed her boots and Jonathan tucked her in, which I couldn’t help but admire from the doorway. He cared for her so much.

As I was lying in my own bed shortly after, all I could think about were those piercing blue eyes, that bad boy smirk and how, I think, he knew he’d gotten under my skin.

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