I love you so much it hurts. ^^ HENPAT. ( tw!! slight smut )

CHAPTER ONE: FOUND

-CIRCA 1986-

^henry bowers pov^

I can't seem to remember what happened the day that Patrick had gone missing. all of this crying has messed up my brain. I miss him, but of course I wouldn't admit it. I couldn't be seen as a pussy. I've always been patricks best friend, ever since elementary school. sure he might think I'm not real and all, but he's still a good friend.

Today we went to the quarry. the losers were there. we tormented them as usual, my body was quaking because I heard someone whisper my name. it sounded like Patrick.

it sent chills down my spine, I was terrified but I didn't show it. I couldn't let anyone see me scared, I can't lose my reputation. I heard it again. I began walking towards the sound, curious of what was lurking me into the woods. and then I saw it.

Patrick hockstetter. he was bloody. fuck, I have to help him. I can't just let him die. it was only the day after he went missing, how could he have stayed alive? the thought haunts my brain.

^patrick hockstetter pov^

“ Henry ...” I whisper. I needed help, my body was hurting. I knew Henry would never believe what I saw. he'd never. I saw the shock in his eyes, a mix of shock and fear. he was .. scared of me. or scared of what would happen. I couldn't tell.

he walked over to me slowly, and talked to me. “ wh— Patrick. what happened?! ” I just stare at him. my eyes were full of need. “ you wouldn't believe me, bowers.” i slightly whisper. my voice was raspy.

“ hockstetter. we need to get you to the hospital. your bleeding for fucks sake!! ” he practically yelled. luckily nobody else heard. he brought me to the hospital not long after. My vision was fuzzy when I woke up from the anesthesia. My wounds were fixed. I wonder why Henry never got his bruises fixed up.

I feel bad for him. I shouldn't, because he isn't real. Nobody else besides ME is real. I'm practically a god. Henry was beside the bed, asleep and snoring peacefully. I whisper.

“ Bowers.. wake up.” my voice is still raspy, since I screamed at what had chased me and basically hunted me down. I would have survived though. I can't die.

It was now Friday. I was released from the hospital, Henry right at my side. I was starting to think he liked me. I couldn't like him. Sure I liked boys and girls but I couldn't kiss Henry. Or date him. It was wrong. He's my best friend. And I could never like him.

He's a massive asshole. He looked at me before speaking up. “ belch is outside, we need to hurry fuck face.”
And here come the nicknames. All the insults he calls me.

^henry bowers pov^

I shouldn't feel like this. My heart races with everything he does near me. I couldn't like him. Id never. I wouldn't risk my dad beating me for being gay. I'd end up in the hospital. Which would suck.

I hate it at home. I'd rather live in a dumpster than live in this hell of a house. My mom left when I was a kid. My dad blames me for her leaving us. Its his fault. He knows it.

He's just too scared to admit it.

I'd invite Patrick over but that would result in my dad yelling and me and him fighting. My dad doesn't like Patrick, he doesn't like any of my friends of that matter. It doesn't matter though. I could care less about Patrick.. right?

Speak of the devil. Patrick knocks on my door. I open it and stare at him with a blank expression on my face. “ what do you want hockstetter. ” he paused for a moment. ” you've been acting weird lately. ”

I look at the ground now. Have I been acting weird? I couldn't have. I can't. I'd ruin my reputation if I acted too weird. Maybe im changing but I'm not acting weird, right?

He then walks in like some sort of robber. He always lets himself in. If I'm being honest it's annoying. Very.

“ my dad's gonna be home soon. You don't wanna be here. There's gonna be yelling and— ” he puts a finger to my lip, shushing me. ” shh. I can deal with it. Just hide me, yeah? ”

I've never smiled Infront of my friends. Not even family. I never smile. And I haven't since I was 7. Before my mom left. My life really does suck man.

When my dad got home he just looked at me then looked at my room. ” tell him to leave, boy.” he says. I run upstairs and tell Patrick to leave, i don't wanna get a beating today. Not when I have stuff to do tomorrow at school.

Patrick leaves, and I don't get beat. Thank god. I walk downstairs and get myself a beer without my dad knowing. Im surprised he didn't notice. He's too busy watching TV.

I'd rather be tormenting the losers right now. Sounds more fun than sitting around all day moping around. I wanna do something fun. Not boring.

My dad never spends time with me or anything. He's always a massive asshole, and it sucks. It really does. Eventually the next day rolled around. I was at my locker, getting stuff for class.

I have to pass my classes. My dad would get pissed if I had a C- or lower. Which really sucks because I don't ever pay attention.

Great. I got sat next to Patrick. Welp. This is gonna be "fun". He looks at me and giggles a little. “ your so weird bowers.” he says quietly. I playfully slap the back of his head with my pen.

“ ow!! ” he yelps in pain, the teacher looks at us with warning eyes. I just nod my head and look away. During lunch I was tormenting a kid that I had beaten in a fight. “ what a pussy. Can't even beat me in a fight. ” i laugh and walk away after spitting on my hand and wiping it on his face.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't like this. I wish I had gone with my mom, I would have a much better life than what I have now. I hate it here. Derry is scary, id never admit it. I'm not a pussy.

(Holy shit that's the longest I've written something. Anyway!!! Hope you guys enjoyed:3)