bowers gang imagines

4. henry

i slammed my book shut, tensing up as i watched the clock tick. it felt like i was in a slow motion film, it changed so dull like it was almost unbearable for me to stand.

finally the sound of the school bell filled the small classroom, a ring that affected my ears every time. i jumped up out of my chair and shoved my belongings into my backpack. i was ready to get out of here.

the hallways were scattered with kids. some big, some small, some even too short or too tall, as Richie likes to call them; "the outsiders"

i always yell at him for saying something cruel about people he's never spoken to before, nor knows not one thing about them. besides, i'd rather be an outsider than be normal like every one else.

my eyes scanned further down the long halls and met eyes i wish never existed. Bowers, Henry Bowers. his glare made me shiver and he immediately noticed. i could feel his smirk from here. oh god, how i wanted to leave.

my journey to find Eddie began. we walk home together seemingly as we live on the same street. pretty lucky in fact, living nearly next to your best friend. Ed's always calls it a; "miracle."

i found his locker to be completely empty. not even him standing on the outside waiting for me. my heart started pumping faster and more rapidly now, either he left without me or he's some where around this huge hell hole. some where hopefully safe and not with him.

my feet pressed harshly against the freshly mopped floors, increasing the speed whenever each classroom was empty. i knew he was here somewhere, he had to be.

i stopped in my tracks barely breathing at this point. i let heavy grunts escape my lips but quietened myself down when i heard his voice.

i slowly stepped closer to the door, as enticing as it would be to bust inside and strangle him right there and then for making me run around these halls like a silly goose, i stood there, smiling at his peaceful presence.

"he's okay." i smiled to myself, but my face quickly dropped when a large hand pressed me against a locker.

"who? your boyfriend? oh sweetheart, of course. we wouldn't waste our time on him when we have you." his voice was pure evil, it came off so ruthless when he acted this way.

"Henry, let's get him." Patrick sneered peeking into the classroom.

a figure stepped out of the room, almost on cue and stood there in shock at the sight of the infamous boys.

"well well well." Belch teased and grabbed his glasses. Richie pleaded for him to give them back but received a laugh in return.

my eyes found their way up to his, locking them instantly.
"he isn't my boyfriend." i stated and stood up straight just after.

"then who is he? your friend? because i don't think rummaging around school grounds for that little wheezer is a friend like thing to do." he scoffed indicating his finger to the curly headed boy.

Patrick and Belch chuckled, while Victor stood there silently and glancing at me sympathetically. i wanted to speak up but before i could, a long finger was placed on my lips, pushing down with force.

he stared at me. his eyes moving to and from my own, sinking deep into the colour his carried. our contact was broken immensely when he looked taken back for a split second, then replaced it with his devious smirk almost as soon as it appeared.

"boys, leave me to her and you take him. i'm gonna take care of her real good." all three of his idiot ponies galloped away, obeying his orders and the look on Richie's face made my heart sink. you could hear there laughs from miles away, it made me sick.

i begged him not to hurt Richie but of course he never listens.

"look, i-i don't know what you're going to do to me, or why you want to harass me and my friends all the time but what i do know is that i'm not afraid of you, Henry. you don't faze me, so why don't you just go on and leave me to it." my eyes widened as soon as my little outburst had filled the dull and quiet air.

i looked over to Henry, him seeming emotionless and cold, no surprise there.

i wanted to know, i had to. just two months ago he didn't even know my name and now i was the one person he enjoyed torturing the most.

"why?" i questioned him and his body loosened at the sound.
"why what?" he shot back, almost sarcastically.
"why me? i just don't understand what i did to make you hate me."

i glanced down to the floor not daring to let my eyes get lost in his again. silence was all that could be heard, not even the teacher realised this little scene happening right next to his door, nor did Eddie.

"i have my reasons, princess." i finally allowed my eyes to shoot daggers into his, this time not getting lost but rather trying to find answers as i know he wasn't going to give it up anytime soon.

"no, don't call me those pet names. don't give me a shitty explanation, not that that even was one. tell me why." i presses my finger to his chest and felt his breath hitch.

every second of hearing nothing but the wind and the occasional remarks from the teacher made my body drown in emptiness, he made me feel completely clueless and i couldn't stop him.

"you really wanna know?" i instantly nodded my head, looking up and accidentally smiling at the gain of verbal contact he provided.

"you just don't see it do you?" he rolled his eyes in anger and my back straightened once again.

"don't see wha-"
"I like you and don't act like some in love puppy because i know you don't feel the same." he spat and started to walk away. i could feel the sense of pride slowly washed away by sorrow in his complexion.

without thinking, my feet pressed against the floors and swung him back around.

"Henry, i never said i didn't like you. maybe i don't feel the same like wise but it doesn't mean i hate you. i'm just confused as to why you said those things, well now i know at least."

he didn't say anything, just stood there almost smirking.

"we can try to be friends? 1. because i'd like to know you and 2. so your little gal pals don't harass me in the halls any longer." i laughed at myself and covered my mouth as fast as i realised, Henry just watching me with that smirk still tugging at his lips.

"so, you don't like me then?" he stepped closer to me and my breathing grew heavier.

"i-i don't know i mean-" i cut myself off when his body pressed softly against mine and it lit fireworks inside me.

oh yes, i definitely did like him. there was always just something about him that made me curious, wanting to know more but there was no way i was going to tell him that.

he pressed against my body even more, me feeling my hoRmOnes aCtIvate.

"i guess i'll just have to make you want me, sweetheart."

Nataliaisafangirl there ya go ;)

henry bowers has a.. soft side? am i dreaming?

PS i laughed so hard writing the "hOrMonEs AcTivaE" part i almost rolled off my bed just sayin ok bye