The Fight
 Request/ Prompt: so basically, I was tagged in the prompt in December by @1998âjsâ and I knew I had to do it!
 Character A tilting Character Bâs chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by Bâs mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, Bâs heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.
âWho did this to you?â
-Â @whumpster-dumpsterâ
Summary: Rumors are spreading about you and Billy which leads to you both fighting. You have it out with the people who started it and Billy has to pick up the pieces.
Warnings: A bit of violence, lots of angst and fluff!
Words: 3416
A/N: So, Iâve been working on this for the past week or so and I am super happy with how it turned out. Thanks to @1995âjs for tagging me in this prompt I loved it so much. Right now, things are very crazy since Iâm back at college but requests are back open now for a limited time so if you have anything in mind send me an ask! I also want to thank everyone for 400 followers and for all the love on my shitty fics! Hope you enjoy this. Likes, reblogs and comments are all welcomed! Let me know if you would be interested in a part 2 of this!
The Hargroveâs had moved in across the road almost a year ago and you still werenât sure what to make of the California natives. You remember meeting the family for the first time and feeling very uneasy around Neil Hargrove. You would come to learn that you should follow your intuition a bit more.
Billy hadnât left you alone since that day they turned up on your doorstep. Every day he would drop you home and you would talk about stupid stuff until you were both laughing at nothing. Of course, being friends with Billy had its upâs and downs. The first few weeks of your friendship a rumour spread around school that you were hooking up together which was far from the truth.
You both usually ended up arguing about a rumour every now and then and today was no different. You had brought up a rumour you heard being spread about you and Billy which made him snap at you about it like it was your fault it was being spread.
âMaybe if you werenât such a fucking player you wouldnât have rumours following you everywhere you go Hargrove but you seem to like that kind of attention so why would you even careâ You hated that rumours followed the both of you just because you were friends. You both knew that Billy loved that kind of attention, but you didnât enjoy it.
âSo fucking what? Do you know how much trouble you cause me? I have been turned down by more girls around here because of you so I suggest you keep your mouth shut!â You were stunned by what he said but you were even more stunned that he was raising his voice.
âPull overâ You ask in a calm, steady voice.
âWhat?â
âStop the fucking car Billy. Iâm not putting up with you and your fucking shit anymore. If you want better chances with girls here it is. Donât fucking talk to me until you respect me as a friendâ As soon as the car came to a stop you get out slamming the door and walking down the path. You hear Billyâs car door open as you continue to walk away.
âSeriously Y/N? Get back in the car and stop being stubborn!â You walked towards your street throwing up the middle fingers at him as you left him standing beside his car.
You managed to get into your house before he passed you and once you were home you could finally let the emotions flow. Tears slipped down your face at a steady pace quickly but soon your sadness turned into anger as you paced around your room. Billy was one of your only friends except for Robin and so hearing him say things like that to you really hurt. You suddenly remember the party Billy had mentioned and you walk straight for the phone.
âHey Robin! Iâm going to that party tonight will you come please?âŚgreat come over here when your doneâŚgreat see you in awhile!â You put down the phone and started to get ready waiting for Robin. Â
After about an hour there is a knock on your bedroom door and Robins head peaks through the crack.
âHey! Have you been crying?â Robin walks in placing her jacket on your bed.
âI had a massive fight with Billy over those fucking rumours going around about us. He said I get in the way of his hooking up!â You say dramatically as you apply some mascara to your lashes.
âWow I mean thatâs such a contradiction of what I saw today. He was with Tommy and Carol and he was having a pretty big fight with Tommy about spreading those rumours. Iâm sure I heard him say that if he heard any more rumours about you that he would kill Tommy personallyâ You look up out of surprise almost blinding yourself with the mascara wand.
âReally?â You couldnât believe it. Was Billy really going to lie about it all just to reclaim as much masculinity as possible?
âYeah I mean it was pretty badass of him. I was going to call you later after work to tell you! Itâs weird that he would lie though donât you think?â Robin looked at you concerned as you cleaned up the mascara on the bridge of your nose.
âYes, I do Robin but thatâs Billy for you!â
You both finish up and walk to the party since it was only a few streets away. As soon as you get in all eyes are on you. You tug at the bottom of your dress suddenly feeling self-conscience. You spot Billy at the back of the room before Robin pulls you towards the kitchen to do shots.
You are on your fourth or fifth shot when you hear Tommy come into the kitchen.
âWell if it isnât Billyâs little bitch!â You slam your shot glass down on the table hard smashing it in the process.
âWhat the fuck did you call me?â Robin is instantly trying to keep you back as you walk towards Tommy whoâs suddenly looking very scared.
âIt was a joke Y/Nâ Tommy tries to defend himself as you walk closer to him Robin still struggling to hold you back. Before you know it, you have hit Tommy straight in the face connecting with the side of nose. Before you can think Carol is on top of you trying to pull at your hair and a fight breaks out between you both. You manage to get Carol to the ground straddling her and punching her in the face but before you could get anymore in you are being dragged away by Steve Harrington.
âLet go of me Harrington! I swear to God I willâŚâ Before you can finish your sentence, Billy comes into view. As he looks up, he locks eyes with you seeing the mess you are in as Steve drags you away from the kitchen. You suddenly begin to feel pain in your face as Steve lets go of you and walks away mumbling something about an icepack.
Billy walks through the living room to where you are sitting on the sofa and without saying anything, he sits beside you. He tilts your chin up getting a better look at your face and the evidence of the fight. He delicately thumbs away the streak of blood on your bottom lip, saying nothing as he examines you. After a brief pause, your heart skips a nervous beat as Billy looks you dead in the eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained.
âWho did this to you?â
You couldnât look at Billy you felt so stupid for getting so angry over what Tommy said. You didnât think you just did which you never do. You always think about things before doing them. You did the thing that you were always telling Billy off for doing when he turned up at your window with blood all over his face.
âI may have punched Tommy for calling me your bitch and then Carol attacked me I just got so angry and since I was already angry it just happened which is so hypocritical of me because Iâm always telling you to think before you punch someone and now instead of me picking up the pieces itâs you which it shouldnât be because Iâm still mad at youâ It was clear to Billy that you were going into shock and adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from feeling the intense pain of your face.
By the time you had stopped talking Steve returned with a bag of ice and a shot of vodka to âhelp the pain levelsâ. You take them both graciously thanking him.
âI canât tell if you are stupid or a real badassâ You feel Billy stiffen beside you as you half-heartedly laugh at Steveâs joke. Robin comes up behind him with a first aid kit handing it to Billy without saying anything.
âI ruined your night, didnât I ?â You look at Robin who has a slight smirk on her face
âNo, itâs about time you stuck up for yourself. It was going to happen to them eventually it was just a countdown to see who it would turn out to be. Clean her up before bringing her home please!â Billy nods in agreement and you say goodbye to Steve and Robin. You are both left in silence as they walk away. Neither of you knowing what to say to each other.
âYouâre very quiet Billy. Are you okay?â You look up at Billy who refuses to even acknowledge you are talking. He quickly stands up causing you to get a little dizzy. The realisation of a probable concussion setting in.
âStay here. Donât move Iâll be back to help you clean-upâ With that Billy storms off towards the kitchen probably to see the lack of injuries on Carol and Tommy. You were never a big fighter, but you had learned how to defend yourself at a young age. That kind of thing never really leaves you and so you instinctually knew where and when to punch. You lay your head against the back of the sofa closing your eyes and slightly grunting at the sudden pain searing through the left-hand side of your face.
You wanted to access the damage but knew better than to get up without Billy. You could feel blood dripping down your face potentially from your eyebrow. Your scalp was beginning to tingle as your adrenaline wears off. From the way Carol had a grip on your hair you wouldnât be surprised if you had a few bald patches.
âYou really got them good!â You open your eyes to find Billy standing over you with an impressed look on his face.
âProbably not as good as Carol got me though my head is killing meâ Billy chuckles deeply as you wince in pain.
âNo seriously Carol has a split lip, a bloody nose which might be broken and two very swollen and bruised eyes and TommyâŚwell his nose is broken and is bleeding everywhereâŚit looks like a murder scene in there.â You canât help but feel like Billy is exaggerating but you knew better than that. Billy would never exaggerate about the results of a fight.
âI just want to go to bed. Can you help me clean up first?â You try to stand up but almost fall back down. Billy instinctually wraps an arm around your waist before you have the chance to fall back onto the sofa. He carefully helps you up the stairs, first aid kit in hand. This wasnât something Billy was used to. He was usually the one with cuts and bruises littering his face not you. He wasnât even sure if he knew how to patch you up properly. You were the one with all that knowledge.
Once in the bathroom he helped you sit down on the edge of the bath while he opened the first aid kit to see what he could do to help you. You watched as he opened the green box confusion written all over his face.
âYou need help, donât you?â You asked as you tried to get comfortable on the side of the tub.
âNo let me figure it out. You do this for me all the time itâs the least I can do for you this time roundâ You laugh as he pulls things out to inspect them before placing them back in the box.
âBilly I would rather not be sitting here all night. I promise this isnât some sort of defeat on your half just let me talk you through itâ Billy sighs nodding his head as he places the first aid kit on the windowsill above the toilet.
âOkay first get a facecloth and soak it in warm water so we can clean the blood off, then you will  need some sort of alcohol or antiseptic if there isnât any get a bottle of vodka from downstairs.â With instructions in hand Billy begins to move quickly around the bathroom. He sits on the toilet in front of you and starts to clean your face gently trying not to hurt you.
Billy reaches behind him to look for the alcohol but realises there is none so has to go downstairs for some vodka. When he goes downstairs you decide you want to get a good look at the damage done. You stand up from the edge of the tub and steady yourself on the wall. You carefully walk to the mirror hanging over the sink. You begin to survey the cuts and bruises on your face carefully. You check to see if you have any bald spots but luckily it seems Carol didnât pull too much out.
âAre you sure this will work?â You jump glancing behind you at Billy who is standing in the door of the bathroom holding a full bottle of vodka.
âWell if it doesnât, Iâm sure if I down half the bottle it will have a desired effectâ You sit back on the edge of the tub while Billy soaks some cotton wool in the vodka. Sitting back on the toilet he brings the soaked cotton wool to the large cut on your bottom lip. Gently he presses it against the cut soaking it. Your reach up to Billyâs hand and pull it away slightly as you feel the effect of the alcohol.
âSorryâ You mumble as you take your hand away from his.
âItâs alright at least we know itâs working. HereâŚfor moral supportâ Billy offers you his other hand and you graciously take it as he continues to gently dab at the few deep cuts on your face. Once Billy feels like your face is sufficiently soaked in vodka, he throws the cotton wool in the bin behind him.
âNow what?â he asks turning around looking at you for further instructions.
âI think they should be fine until I get home. Thanks.â You look up to find Billyâs blue eyes focused on you. Your heart skips a little as he raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
âThatâs alright princess. Come on lets get you homeâ Billy helps you up for the tub and you both walk to his car. As you walk past the kitchen you catch a glimpse of Tommy and Carol who are looking worse for wear than you.
âI did tell you that you got them good. Here I was thinking you were incapable of punching anything!â You feel Billyâs grip on your waist get a little tighter as both Carol and Tommy look up at you both. Despite the fact that you just got beaten up you feel safe. Safe because of the arm around your waist.
As you both walk to Billyâs car you begin to laugh. The realisation of the seriousness of the situation setting in. You knew it was the mixture of drink and adrenaline causing you to feel this way, but you felt on top of the world. Was this how Billy felt after he got into fights? You slide down into the front seat of the Camaro feeling the pain creeping in.
âWhy did you lie to me this afternoon? You acted like I was such a bother to you which I probably am, but Robin told me she saw you fighting with Tommy earlier and warning him about spreading rumours about meâŚus. If you really thought I was that much of a nuisance, why would you even bother saying anything to them in the first place. Iâm just really confused about it all Billy.â You slouch down in your seat as you hear Billy sigh from his side of the car.
âFuckâŚfine okay youâre not a problem you never have been. It was easier to make you think that than tell you the actual truth okay!â You watch Billyâs hands tighten on the steering wheel his knuckles turning white. Without warning he pulls over and turns the engine off.
âI donât want you to say anything okay. I just need you to listen to what Iâm going to tell you because everything is fucked anyways so might as well tell you. If you donât like what you hear I will bring you home and you will never have to talk to me againâŚY/N Y/L/NâŚI like you a lot and I didnât want to tell you because there is no way a girl like you wants to date a mess like me and plus I really like our friendship and I donât want to ruin that. You hate me, now donât you?â You couldnât wrap you head around what Billy had said so you stay silent looking through the windscreen in front of you. After a few minutes of silence, the engine starts again, and Billy is driving towards your house.
âI donât hate you. I justâŚI think I have a mild concussion and so Iâm not sure what to sayâ You glance over at Billy who has turned very pale.
âFineâ Billy huffs as you pull up outside your house. He refuses to look at you as you turn towards him. You reach out and place a finger on his jaw turning his head towards you.
âI like you Billy, but Iâm concussed and need time to think so less of the mood. Can you help me inside?â Billy nods jumping out of the car quickly running over to your side to help you out. He helps you up and wraps an arm around your waist steading you.
âI like your arm around my waist it makes me feel safeâ The concussion really starting to take effect. Billy walks you towards your front door as he listens to you.
âI also really like that you came over to me as soon as you saw I was hurt and how you brushed your finger over my bottom lip that was really nice Billy. I like this side of you. I like to call it soft Billy.â Billy hums in approval as you both stop at the front door. You fish your keys out of your denim jacket and hand them to Billy who pushed them into the door opening it wide so you can both get in without it being awkward.
âSoft Billy? I kinda like that princess. Need help getting upstairs?â You nod as you rest your head against Billyâs shoulder. You both make it upstairs without any further injury. You remain quiet well aware you have said plenty. Billy walks you into your room and helps you sit on the edge of your bed.
âYou okay now? Need anything else?â You shake your head as you take you denim jacket off and throw it on the ground beside your bed refusing to change before getting into bed. You pull the covers back and slip into bed awkwardly.
âIâm going to get some pain killers and water for the morning princess. Iâll be back in a fewâ Tiredness hits you hard and you close your eyes as Billy leaves your room. He knows your house like his own and so it takes him less than a minute to find some pain killers and a glass of water. By the time he gets back upstairs he finds you fast asleep. He places the glass of water on your bedside table along with the pills. He notices that your blanket isnât all the way up and so he pulls it up over your shoulders and tucks you in. Placing a small kiss on your forehead.
âNight princessâ
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