Requested by: Toriv9

Your POV

I looked around the room, scared and full of fear. I could feel hot flashes rising from beneath my skin. My cheeks feeling as if flames were trying to escape my smooth skin.

I cried, I yelled, I sobbed. I did everything. I sat alone on the edge of the road, starring around. I knew that thing, the thing that has haunted me since I've showed up to Hawkins.

There's so many, I nearly had a panic attack last time. I looked around still sobbing, feeling more and more capable of getting up. As I got up slowly, I noticed, a shadow.  A shadow that looks all too familiar.

I bolted.

I ran down the road, to a small cul-de-sac  at the end of the lane. I still heard heavy breathing, breathing that sounded like a dog, a dog who was over weight and couldn't run, but yet this one could.

I knew it was after me, after me since I've been here. I glanced around at the open road, seeing no one outside, not even any lights on in any of these rich snob houses.

In the back of my head I could here a branch snapping, for minute I thought I was going delusional, until I saw it. The dog that looked like a zombie. I screamed for dear life, grabbing a plumber's wrench, from a tool box on some one's side walk.

I stood up looking around, waiting for it to pounce, like a cat. I shivered from the cold, I shook from the nerves. Without hesitation I looked behind me to see the demi-dog attack me.  I managed to hit a few times before it got me. 

I looked down at my arm and ribs. It has bit a clean cut through my arm. As for my rib cage, there was a pretty deep wound, as I saw blood escape my side, I became dizzy.

"Hey, you ok?" I looked up a six people spinning around me. I noticed the guy had a baseball bat and was beating the crap out of the dog. I overworked myself, that I panic and felt my body smack against the pavement.

**A While Later**

Opening my eyes slightly, I looked around.  The room was blue, with posters of girls every where.  I noticed all the medals and trophies hung on a shelf, Harrington. 

"Your awake." I turned around, and felt my side cramp up, I placed my hand on my side and turning back the other way. Harrington cannot see me like this. He's like the hottest guy in my class, actually all of Hawkins.

"No no it's fine. I didn't mean to scare you." He said placing his hands out towards me. I grabbed them following him. When I took a breather and looked at my hand, it was bandaged.

"Um, did you wrap my arm?"

"Yea and your side." I looked down in pain, realizing Harrington was the one with the bat.

"You had the bat." I said, he smiled turning to look back at me as we walked down his stairs to the kitchen.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you? Why did you help me? Harrington always seemed like a selfish guy who only cared about his hair." I said, he looked taken aback from what I said and laughed.

"You think I have good hair?"

"Your messing with my words Harrington"

"Harrington, y'know I have a name..."

"I know." I walked to the kitchen sitting down, nearly slipping, like the klutz I am. I realized I had a set of hands wrapped around me. I looked down. 

"Sorry."

"Don't be." I smiled. He explained to me while making a snack, at 4 am. What had happened.

"Yea you passed out cold after I moved you over on the grass. I had my bat and went at it. I then carried you in to my room and bandaged your arm and side."

"That's thoughtful of you, thanks. Harrington." 

"Stop it, the names-"

"Steve" I said, he shook his head walking towards me with a sandwich. He sat beside me on the chair. I felt his leg brush against mine. I smiled biting into my 4 am snack. 

"What?" I said.

"Nothing"

"There's always something with you Harrington." He still laughed, that laughed that I'll admit, is cute. I don't know why, it just is.

"You like my laugh?" I heard him say, oh shit.

"What?"

"You just-" I didn't know what to do. I kissed him, I looked him in the eyes, seeing his eyes full of shock. Like he was paralyzed. As I  leaned back in my chair, he looked at me. He grabbed my cheek, then my side.

I winced in pain, he noticed and removed his hand. Is he... doing what I think he is. Oh My God he is. He kissed me back. I smiled through the kiss and kissed him back.

He walked with me to the couch, I sat on top of him, leaning on him as a pillow. He turned the tv on as he rubbed my sore hand.

I looked at him, and before I kissed him again. I looked down as he lifted my head smiling, turning towards me. I placed my fingers on his head, and ran them up and down his scalp.

"Steve"