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"Is it obvious that I'm helplessly in love with you?"

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– LOVE NOTES. That's what you and your friend would call them whenever they would mysteriously appear in your lockers or the desk that you sat in. As strange as it was, you found yourself loving them, excited whenever you found them. Some would either be short messages or long, cute ones that made your heart flutter in your chest. Your friend would joke around with you saying that you had a 'secret admirer' or 'stalker', but you brushed it off anyways.

On this particular day, you were standing by your locker, getting ready to head to math class when a small note card fell on the floor. Raising an eyebrow, you quickly pick it up and examine it.

'Hope you have a wonderful day beautiful xx'

Heart beating rapidly in your chest, you smile and put it in your bag, shutting your locker shut. Your friend caught up to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, beaming with a smirk.

"You get a note today, beautiful?" She teased. You blush, rolling your eyes before digging in your bag for the note. Handing it to her, she laughs. "Whoever it is, they're in love with you! God, I wish I knew who it was." As she says this, you didn't notice that a certain brunette was watching you from afar. In fact, he doubted you would ever guess it was him - even though he was widely known from the school.

Together, you both head to math class, the anonymous stranger on your mind.

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The next day there was another note, but taped to the locker this time. There was a tiny heart with the words, 'Looking gorgeous as ever. Have a great day doll.' Once again, it made you melt inside. You just wished you could figure out who your secret admire was, you desperately wanting to know.

Shutting the locker shut, your faced with somebody you thought you'd never see around you.

Steve Harrington leaned against your locker, hands stuffed in his pockets as he took in your appearance. Even though you only wore mom jeans and a oversized sweatshirt, you were absolutely stunning in his eyes. Steve found himself loving whatever you wore, hence the notes of course.

You bite the inside of your cheek, face tinting with a light blush. Steve grins at that.

"Hey," That's all he said to make your stomach flutter with butterflies; that one word. Steve had always been your small crush that never seemed to go away and now that he was standing in front of you, well, you were a mess.

"Hi," You grip your history books tighter. "Can I help you?" Softly asking, you raise an eyebrow. Steve shakes his head, a light smile adorning his lips.

"You dropped this." He handed you one of your notes, which must've fell out of your bag when you sat it down. Instantly, you take it, blushing way more harder now. Steve wants to tell you that's adorable, but he holds back, but gives you a grin.

"Uh, t-thank you Steve." Yeah, you were sure you were a blushing mess. You shove the note in your back jean pocket and internally scream inside. "Well, I should be getting to class. Don't wanna be late." And before Steve could say anything, you rushed to history class, face flushed the entire period.

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"Are you kidding me? The Steve Harrington was at your locker? Holy shit!" Your best friend exclaims as you sit down in the cafeteria. It was surprising to believe that the king of Hawkins stood next to you, and better yet, handed you a love note. Yup, that was the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Sighing heavily, you began to eat your food. (Y/b/f) couldn't stop rambling on and on about how Steve could possibly be your admire.

"Seriously (y/n), it makes since. Why would he care that you dropped the note? Ha, I'm a genius." Again, you roll your eyes.

"Yeah okay. Like Steve would ever like me." You found yourself glancing around the room to find Steve, the fluttering feeling back in the pit of your stomach. Was it crazy to think that Steve could be your secret admirer? Yes but the thought was in your mind.

(Y/b/f) knocks you out of your trance by throwing a french fry at your face, making you glare. She giggles, but then makes a confused face as someone taps your shoulder.

Tommy H. and Carol stood behind you, smirks plastered on their features. You were as equally confused as your friend was.

"Hey look what I found on your locker," Carol speaks, her red lips smacking. In her fingers were a note, one of your notes to be exact. You wanted to curl up in a hole and die the moment she waves it in your face, giggling evilly. "I love the way you smile. Awe, how sweet of your lover boy." Taunting you, Tommy snatches it from her, ripping it in half. You gasp, hurrying to grab the fallen pieces.

"Miss (y/n) has a lover," Tommy scoffs in disbelief. "Like anyone would like you anyways," Carol and Tommy stroll away, not before letting out the last laugh as they watched you pick up the ripped note. Tears pricked your eyes as everyone was now watching you, including Steve.

After you were done, you race out the cafeteria, not looking back.

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For a whole week you did not take any letters with you. Whenever you received them, you would throw them away in the nearest trash bin, not caring who saw. It killed you inside knowing what you did but ever since Tommy and Carol, you couldn't help it.

The notes wouldn't stop, though.

Constantly they would show up in your desk, the messages a lot more longer than usual. Some would say 'Smile for me, I miss it.' or 'Be happy doll :)'. At this point you were ticked off, just wanting it all to stop.

So here you are, walking to your car since school was finally over, exhaustion taking over your body. Looking for your car, you notice that Steve is leaning against your hood, holding something white in his fingers. Was he here to make fun of you too?

Walking up to him, you ask, "I'm not really in the mood to be tormented, Steve. So you can already rip it up, I don't care." He gazes at you with surprise, not expecting your sudden outburst.

"(Y/n), that's not why I'm here." Steve states, licking his lips and etching closer. "I wanted to apologize for Tommy and Carol, they're assholes."

"Yeah, no shit. Now can you please just let me get to my car?" You begin to walk towards the driver door but Steve swiftly grabs your hand, not letting you go. Your face is bright red.

"I'm here to give you your note." He hands you the white piece of paper, fingers brushing. "You've been avoiding them, so I just came to actually give you one myself." You look up at Steve - who was now blushing and biting his lips. It was cute to see him like this, all shy because of you.

"How do you know they're mine?" You question. Steve smiles before taking both of your hands. Your body shivers from the contact.

"Because I'm the one who wrote it, just like the others." Steve admits. You swallow hard, now letting it sink in that your friend was right all along; Steve Harrington was your secret admire.

"What? How, why-"

"You didn't deserve what happened to you, I'm sorry. But, I thought you deserved to know who was behind the notes." Steve was becoming more nervous and hot under the collar, his cheeks tinting with red, despite the chilly weather outside.

You smile.

"So, you're the one writing the love notes, huh?" You tease, biting your lip. Steve takes this moment to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. And when he does this, it nearly knocks the breath out of you.

"(Y/n), will you go out with me?" Giggling, you plant a small kiss to his cheek, grinning.

"Of course,"

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