💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 5
A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic
Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?
Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands.
Warnings: None, just fluff!
A/N: I'M STILL HERE!!! 🎉 I have been gone for so long and I'm SO SORRY!! I started my new job, and it's taken all of my time 😢 But I'm finally back, and I hope you guys love this next chapter! I will try my best to get another part out soon 💕Also, I know I keep teasing the letter, but know that I wrote it before anything else, so it'll be out in a couple chapters 👀Please let me know what you think, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨
You were staring blankly at Steve as he waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped back into reality and looked at him.
“Sorry, okay, you said seven for pizza at your place?” you said quickly.
“Eight, but Y/N, did you write me--”
“Gotta go, Steve, see you!” you said, then rushed away before he could finish his question. As you sped walked to the front of the mall, Robin was waiting for you, shaking her head.
“What have you done?” she asked, chuckling.
“I don’t wanna talk about it, let’s just go,” you said, not stopping as you walked past her.
You sat at your desk, bouncing your knee up and down, planning and panicking in your mind. Robin was laying on your bed, her head hanging off the edge as she scrunched her face up in concentration.
“So,” she started, “you’re going to pretend to date Steve Harrington.”
“...Yep,” you said, squinting at the wall.
“Well, you’re going to need some ground rules,” Robin said, looking at you.
“Yeah, so you guys are clear on this little game you’re playing.”
“I don’t think we need rules, Rob. We’re not even actually dating.”
“Are you gonna kiss him?”
“What? No!” you said, your heart beating quickly.
“Okay, then how are you gonna make your relationship believable?” Robin asked, flipping herself onto her stomach.
“I mean, I don’t know,” you said.
“Well, you should definitely kiss him,” Robin said. “First of all, no one would ever believe you two are dating if you don't kiss at least once in public. Second of all, it looked like you both enjoyed it quite a bit,” she smirked. You threw a stuffed animal at her.
“Bite your tongue, Buckley!” you yelled, trying not to laugh.
“You’re blushing!” she yelled victoriously.
“Am not! I mean, yeah, he’s cute or whatever, but that doesn’t subtract from the fact that he’s a class A jerk,” you pointed out.
“I don’t know, you might be surprised,” Robin said, sitting up. “I think all the rejections he’s gotten at Scoops have bruised his ego enough for him to actually have mappable humility.”
“Steve? Humble? I’ll believe it when I see it,” you chuckled.
“Well, keep me posted. I think you guys should both visit each other at work, but make it look natural since you haven’t done that before. Ease into it. Second, you have to make him drive us all around.”
“I have to benefit from this somehow,” Robin smiled. “Anyways, third, you guys have to go to the Fourth of July carnival together.”
“We won’t be together then. Eddie will forget about the letter far before that,” you objected.
“Just stick with me,” Robin said. “Lastly, and most importantly, do not fall for him.”
“Rob, we’re not in a John Hughes movie, I’m not going to-”
“Stick with me,” Robin repeated. “Don’t rule anything out. After all, you did write him a letter, right?”
“We’re not talking about that,” you said quickly.
“Well, the truth’s gonna come out someday,” Robin said. “In the meantime, it’s 7:45. Prince Charming awaits.”
You knocked on Steve’s front door, and he opened it, smiling at you brightly.
“Hey, fake girlfriend,” he smirked. “Looking good tonight.” You scoffed at him, trying to hide your blush.
“Can I come in?” you asked, trying to change the subject.
“Come on in,” Steve said, moving from the doorframe. “Go ahead and sit anywhere,” Steve said, motioning to the living room.
“Sounds good to me,” you said, sitting on the couch. Steve sat down, facing you. You smiled at him awkwardly, then he opened the pizza box.
“Dig in,” he said. You nodded in thanks, then grabbed a slice.
“So,” he smiled, taking a bite.
“So,” you repeated, nodding.
“You like Eddie, and now we have to date?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess you could phrase it that way,” you chuckled. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this, Steve.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his mouth full of pizza. “What are friends for?”
“We’re still friends?” you asked weakly, making Steve look at you in disbelief.
“Of course we’re still friends, Y/N, why wouldn’t we be?” he said, looking at you confused, his mouth still full.
“I don’t know,” you whispered. “You became so popular, and we stopped hanging out.”
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” Steve said, wiping his mouth and looking at you in concern.
“It sure feels that way,” you whispered, making Steve look at you sadly.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“Don’t be,” you replied. “Anyway, we have some planning to do,” you said, trying to move on. You looked up at Steve, who was gazing at you.
“Um,” you said, trying to break eye contact, “Robin had some recommendations to help our relationship look believable,” you said, looking back at him. “She says we should kiss at least once a day in public.”
“Are you sure you can survive with just one Harrington kiss a day?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at him, fighting a laugh.
“She also said we should visit each other at work, and that you should drive me around, and Robin too.”
“Hm. So now Robin gets a free ride to work every day and also sees her best friend every time she has a shift. Makes me wonder who this is really benefiting,” he smirked.
“Well, do you have any rules in mind?” you asked, and Steve tapped his chin.
“Will you come to family dinners with me? Maybe with you there I can actually get through a conversation with my father. And we should go to the movies and stuff, make our relationship really public. Stuff we used to do, you know? We’ll just kiss when we do it.”
“I guess that works for me,” you said. “Is there anything we shouldn't do?”
“Well, I'll stop flirting with the girls at work, and you'll have to stop drooling over Munson,” he shrugged. “Other than that, I don't think I have anything else.”
“I haven't been drooling over Eddie,” you defended.
“Well, then start drooling over me,” Steve said, mocking your tone. “Oh, and we should go to the Fourth of July carnival together,” he said.
“Robin said the same thing, but I don't think we'll still be doing this plan then, will we?”
“Well, we don’t have to be together to go,” Steve pointed out.
“Did Robin say anything else?” he asked.
“Yeah, she said we shouldn’t fall in love with each other,” you chuckled.
“I’ll try my hardest,” he smirked, winking at you.
“Alright then, I think that covers it. We’ll hang out after work, I’ll go to family dinners with you, we’ll kiss each other once a day-”
“But more is always welcome,” Steve winked, making you groan. “And I’ll take you and Robin to work, and, when the time comes, we’ll go to the carnival, all while not falling in love. Sounds simple enough,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, totally easy,” you joked. “Deal?” you asked, holding out your hand.
“Hm,” Steve said, his smirk returning. “I'll do this all on one condition,”
“Okay, what is that?” you asked tiredly.
“You have to let me read my letter.”
