Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers

Twelve 》Car

You stood not far away from a corner of the arcade and stared at the machine Henry and you had played on.

Looking back to that day, you wondered why he had been so "gentle". It had been what? Four weeks now?

Why was he being so nice from the beginning?

You got why he became a little less frightening with each time you met... he was starting to not dislike you as much as before, but he was shockingly kind from the start.

Not much had changed between you two after the day he had suddenly kissed you in that alley way. Besides him not constantly calling you a bitch or other names.

His demeanor was pretty much the same. Yes, he didn't attack the losers as much a before, but he still didn't stop!

So now that you thought about it, you felt like you were betraying your brother and his friends in some kind of way.

They were your friends too, you thought.

It wasn't right to kiss Bowers if it didn't even help them and was just good for your own touch deprived ass.

Suddenly, your thoughts were stopped by a pair of lips on your neck.

You flinched, wanting to take a step forward, but you were held back by two strong arms. Henry's arms.

He had snuck up behind you and pulled you into his chest, kissing your neck softly. Softer than the other times he did it...

"Bowers.", you greeted, sighing deeply. You would never let yourself enjoy this.

It felt so good, but you still didn't want it. He wasn't a good guy, he couldn't care less about you!

You told this yourself so fucking often, but you still leaned against his body after greeting him. A smug smile tugged on his lips as he pulled away and walked off towards the gaming machine.

You walked behind him, staring at the ground. It would be the best idea to stop this whole thing right now... before you catched feelings, right?

The blonde boy started the machine after you had stopped next to him. You could feel him looking down on you, but you didn't want to look up.

How the hell were you supposed to tell Henry Bowers, that you didn't want to be his...? His what? You didn't wanna be his partner to make out with anymore?

You didn't know what to say, so you laid your eyes onto the screen of the machine before you shot Henry a forced look of sympathy.

His eyes landed on the screen shortly after. Then you two started playing.

You didn't know how long you had been on the machine and you didn't know how many rounds you had played, but he suddenly grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you out of the building with him.

When you saw a blue trans am standing behind the arcade, your blood froze cold and you stopped dead in your tracks.

Henry looked behind him with a stern look, then he looked at the car you were staring at.

"They aren't here. I just got Belch to give me his car.", he explained, sounding annoyed and pulling on your arm until you nearly tripped over your foot and started walking again.

"And he didn't ask you what you need it for?", you asked, confused. "Why would he?", he asked back.

You didn't respond. You had no answer for him other than that he wasn't the most trustworthy guy. You, for example, would never let him have your car... if you had one.

He opened the driver's door and pushed you in. You simply climbed onto the passenger seat and glared at him as he made himself comfortable infront of the steering wheel.

And then he drove off, not even putting his seat belt on.

You wasted no time to put on your's before you turned towards him. "Aren't you gonna buckle up?", you asked, furrowing your brows.

"Why should I?", he grinned. "Do you even have a license?", you questioned. "No."

You rolled your eyes. Great! You were about to die in this fucking thing. "Stop worrying. I'm as trained as one can be!", he assured you.

But just then made a big swayer and nearly drove off of the road and onto the field next to it. "I see.", you responded through gritted teeth. You hadn't even noticed how your fingers had dug into the seat.

He didn't say a word for a couple of seconds. "Alright, fucking you close my seat belt then.", he offered, "I must concentrate on the street. We don't wanna get into an accident, do we?"

You shook your head. You'd not fucking close his seat belt for him. What the actual hell did he expect from you?

"C'mon babe.", he joked encouragingly, so you rolled your eyes and tried to close it with as much distance as you could.

But it was all for nothing when you heard him mumbling a short "fuck" before pushing your head down towards his crotch.

You shrieked and tried pushing yourself up against his hand. Your hands were settled on his tights as you tried getting away from that area of his body, but he wouldn't let you move.

Then you heard a familiar voice, yelling: "I didn't know that's what you borrowed my car for!"

Belch.

Your struggle against his grip stopped and you felt his hand relax against your head.

"If I find anything, that comes from your or your girl's body, I'll-", he started, but got interrupted by Henry. "You won't."

He then sped up and drove off as fast as he could. His hand still on your head, keeping you down.

"Would you let me up already?", you asked in a sharp tone. "Nope."

"Henry.", you hissed, slapping his tights. "Hey, would you shut up? I'm trying to drive.", he said in a serious voice before he laughed to himself. "Would be easier if you'd use both of your hands.", you mumbled angrily.

"I'm fine with one of 'em."
"Just let me fucking up, you dickhead!", you punched his tights again with your flat hand.

Not too hard, you didn't want him to drive the car into a tree.

"Stop it.", he hissed, hardening his grip on your head. By that he tugged on your hair, making you yelp. "Ow! Let go, let go, let go!", you yelled.

His eyes widened slightly, before he let go and your body shot up.

Pressing your back against the rest of the passenger seat, you tried bringing as much range between the two of you as possible.

He had calmed down easily, staring straight at the streets. You glared at him in anger and fear. You were frustrated... and there you were, thinking he had gotten at least a bit better.

And then you remembered, you shouldn't mind. Today you wanted to tell him to leave you alone, just like you had planned in the arcade.

But... why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to know that he still disliked you just as much as before?

Your eyes wandered onto the street as well, since you didn't want to look at Henry anymore. Not right now.

You rubbed your hand over the back of your head. Ouch.

After minutes of silence had passed, you opened your mouth, but decided to close it again. You waited a few more seconds, before asking: "Henry?"

He shot you one look, before focusing on the street again. "C-Could you let me out? I'll get home by myself...", you muttered, not knowing if it was the right choice to ask him.

The car stopped. And you regretted your question immediately as he turned to you. The road was empty, so he could easily beat you up... not that the citizens of Derry would've helped you anyways.

Henry didn't say anything, he just looked at you. Your eyes wouldn't stand still, you looked away from him, to the trees, to the street signs, to the street, to him again, to the sky, to the steering wheel, to- "I'm sorry."

What?