Patrick Hockstetter- the angel of death- X reader

6- confessionals pt 1

Rap.Rap.Rap.
I awoke to this.
Startling me in the middle of my dreams.
I rolled over groaning into my pillow, annoyed at having been awoken.
Rap.Rap.Rap.
"Oh for fucks sake..."
I get up groggily and put on my dressing gown,
I swoop the curtains to the side and open the window a half asleep,
"Seriously Patrick you need to stop doing these reappearing acts in the middle of the night..." I say, not paying attention.
"So I'm not the first to come here am I?" Someone (not Patrick) says.
I open my eyes fully and see Henry sitting on my window ledge.
"Oh! Henry! I- umm.... what are you doing here???" I ask startled, wrapping the dressing gown around myself more.
"Just wanted to umm..." he trails of and rubs his hair awkwardly with his hand...
"Henry?" I ask, feeling slightly concerned, "do you want to come in?"
He looks slightly shocked at my asking this,
"I- Umm... no I'll only be a minute." He stutters,
"What did you want then?" I ask, getting a little annoyed.
The wind outside rustled the tree leaves as I said this, as if agreeing with my annoyance.
"I just wanted... to apologise for earlier... with pointing the knife at you... that... it wasn't cool."
I stare at his, shocked. If I was sitting on the window ledge like he was at the moment I surly would have fell off, due to shock.
"Is this you or Patrick speaking?" I ask sceptical and wondering if Patrick had put him up to this.
"Both of us." Henry answers immediately, he looks at my annoyed face and then changes it to, "me."
Then I swear I see the bold Henry Bowers... blush.
I internally giggle, and reach out and give him a quick hug, quick enough so he couldn't refuse.
He attempts to brush me off him but I'm already standing with my hands behind my back.
"It's all good, Henry. It didn't bother me too much anyway..." I say- though it had crossed my mind a few times.
"Alright that's fine then. Just don't go hugging me again. I don't want people thinking I've gone soft." He says, his brow frowning a little in a slightly childish manner.
"Why did you guys get so angry when the other kids came down anyway? That's what I've been pondering." I ask him.
"Those kids are the fucking "losers club"" he says it like I should know them already so I give him a look that reads, 'so??'
He gives an annoyed sigh, " the losers club is a bunch of faggots, whores and stuttering little freaks. They're poising Derry! They all need to fucking leave. I don't want my town to be polluted by them. My family has been here for generations! And the Hanlon freaks are thrown in with the loser too- they need to fucking stay far away from town or they'll be sorry..." Henry scowls through all of this explanation, I can tell he hates them with as much fury as he possibly could...
"I'm sure it'll all turn out fine in the end..." I say, not sure what to add to the conversation.
"Don't worry. It will." Henry says, sounding extremely sinister.
I pat him on the shoulder, nodding with him.
I yawn and his focus turns on me and says,
"Oh- sorry, I'm keeping you from sleeping..." he says realising.
"Nah. It's fine." I say, even though I would like to go back to sleep.
"No. No. You need to sleep. We're going to school tomorrow." He says and I must look a little startled because he grins and nods his head towards me and adds,
"To show you off to everyone. So wear something nice." He says teasingly.
I shake my head at him and mumble "whatever" but I accompany it with a smile so he knows I'm not being serious.
Then Henry smiles and does something extremely... unexpected.
He leans forward and kisses my cheek and jumps down from the window ledge,
"See you in the morning princess!" He calls from down below and then starts to whistle a tune to himself that I seem to recognise but nothing comes to mind
I shut the window and flop down on my bed, with my hand I touch the place where Henry kissed me.
"What the hell..." I mumble

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