Just For Christmas- Part 1

Summary: Mini series. Modern / fake dating AU. It’s the lead up to Christmas and like every year, you’re supposed to be spending it at your parents’ house. But the thought of suffering another Christmas with your family criticising you for still being single is almost too much to bear. Your neighbour, Billy, offers to help you out.

Pairing: Modern! Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader

Just For Christmas masterlist here

Chapter warnings: sexual references, Steve Harrington being a bit of a dick (sorry!), bit of angst, swearing, homophobia towards Lesbians (this is in no way my own opinions!!)

A/N: I hope you like this first part. I have wanted to do a Billy Hargrove fic for a while now and this is my first time writing for him so I’m a bit nervous about it! The song used in the very first paragraph is ‘Merry Christmas Everyone’ by Shakin’ Stevens, you can listen to it here. I’ve had it stuck in my head the whole time whilst writing this! Please like, comment or reblog to let me know what you think. If you would like to be tagged, please just let me know by either commenting or by sending me an ask or a message. Thanks for reading!

Word count: 6,321

“Snow is falling, all around me,” you sing under your breath as you push open the door to your apartment building, bundled up in your coat and scarf. You bristle as warmth washes over you, dissipating the wintery chill of the outside.

“Children plaaayiiing, haviiing fuuun,” you continue humming absentmindedly, sauntering over to the wall of pigeon holes in the foyer where everyone’s mail goes.

You grasp your stack of letters with numb fingers, glancing at the pigeon hole beside yours. Nothing for Billy again today, you think, seeing your neighbour’s lack of mail.

You flip through your post as you head up the corridor towards your apartment. It looks like the usual- a bill, a flyer for a new pizza place, a flyer for a Chinese restaurant, another bill- when your hands pause on a red envelope with your address, handwritten on the front.

You recognise it, but you’re not 100% sure whose writing it is; someone in your family, maybe. It’s probably a Christmas card.

You round the corner and look up from the envelope when you hear a woman’s laughter coming from inside Billy’s apartment. It sounds giggly; flirtatious and a bit too shrill for first thing in the morning. You roll your eyes and cross the hall, rifling in your pocket with your spare hand, searching for your keys.

You hear the sound of the door behind you being opened and you go to quickly unlock your own, hoping to slip inside your apartment without being seen. You don’t fancy another awkward doorstep meet and greet with his latest fling.

Your key gets stuck as you try to pull it from the lock and as you fumble to jiggle it free, the letters slide from your grasp and scatter onto the floor.

“Great,” you mutter frustratedly, bending down to gather up your mail. You can’t see the red envelope with the other letters and leaflets at your feet and glance over your shoulder to see it has landed behind you. You reach over to grab it and your eyes are met with the sight of Billy, standing in his doorway, entwined with a woman; the same one you must have heard screeching with laughter a moment ago.

She’s wearing a pleather mini skirt and her blouse is all crumpled. You can’t help but think how cold she’s going to be once she steps outside. She’s clutching her heels in one hand as she stands on her bare tip toes, kissing him like her life depends on it.

You look away quickly, standing up. You’re really glad you had been out most of the night so you didn’t have to listen to them. The walls in this place are not the thickest; that is unfortunately something you had discovered the hard way.

“I had a really good time last night, Billy,” you hear her say in a simpering, almost childlike voice. “Call me.” You roll your eyes at her naivety, facing your door. You almost want to turn to her and tell her not to hold her breath. Your neighbour has always had a reputation for one night stands, but for some reason, girls always thought they’d be the exception to his rule; thought they could change him perhaps. But Billy Hargrove would never change. Of that much, you were certain.

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