BUTTERFLIES - Steve Harrington
Inspired by the song Butterflies, by James TW.
wc: 391
warnings: Angst, one or two curse words
a/n: Hi! This is actually my first time writing something for ST and i really hope you like it. It’s pretty small, just something i’ve been thinking about since last week, when i listened to Butterflies for the first time and though that the song related to steve more than expected. Btw, english is not my first language, so be prepared for a few, maybe a lot, of grammar mistakes. Enjoy!
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Stocking Risky Business tape back on the shelf, Steve couldn’t avoid the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Memories of all the moments he had with Nancy hit him with an inexplicable force, as usual. The dates, the kisses, the countless times she made him watch that movie because of her lover boy, Tom Cruise. Damn Tom Cruise. Steve couldn’t watch any of his movies without fantasizing Nancy by his side, smiling, with big bright eyes towards the screen.
The same thing happens every time he listens to Old Time Rock & Roll by accident. While making plans for the future, he used to joke that he would recreate the famous scene from Risky Business just to make her smile. Steve would do anything for Nancy’s smile. But now, revisiting those dreams, Harrington realizes that they weren’t something the couple shared, they were his dreams only. Of course, he would never blame Nancy for not returning his feelings, he would never do that. He would never force her to be with someone she didn’t love. So he let her go. Steve also doesn’t blame her for finding love in someone else. That's life, it happens.
On the other hand, Steve blames Nancy for lighting up such uncontrollable feelings inside his chest, which he can't get rid of, even months after that dreadful physical ed class, when they broke up. He blames her for leaving marks that are forever stuck with him. Blames for every heartache he felt when seeing a girl dressing yellow, because Nancy used to look absolutely beautiful with that color. Blames for her presence, even when he’s alone on his bed. Steve tried sleeping on the other side, but it was useless.
The butterflies were still there. They come out of the blue and tormented him for days. Nancy’s butterflies were in all the flowers he saw through the window, on people’s faces on the street, in every couple he passed through. Steve had already hung up his phone and also hidden every single sign of Nancy in his life. He tried staying out all night, flirting with other girls, but none of them made him feel the same way that Nancy did. Not even alcohol holds him the same way she did when they were together.
No matter what he does, he still gets these butterflies.