it imagines. | 1990-2017

Henry Bowers | 1990

trigger warning// self harm ect

"I don't see why you won't take it off." Y/N huffed at Henry, who has been her beloved boyfriend for almost nine months now.

It was an extremely hot and sunny summers day in Derry, it was beautiful yet all of the kids had to attend school. Not to mention that sweaty students where packed in the corridors, making eachover sweat evenmore on how crowded it was. Most girls where wearing summer dresses, whilst Y/N stood out and was wearing short denim dungarees, a black and white striped t-shirt and some simple white plimsolls. Adding, she wasn't wearing a spot of makeup since she'd figure it'd just droop off anyway and create a sloppy mess on her face. On the other hand, Henry was wearing his usual brown leather jacket which he was refusing to take off.

It made Y/N feel a little sick at how Henry was baring this heat in his jacket, it was this issue she had. Although, when Y/N tried to get Henry to take it off he would simply decline in a protective and annoyed tone and fiddle with the worn out sleeves of the jacket.

"Please Henry." Y/N rested her head on one of the lockers with a distressed face, she thought she was about to cry because of this heat but she kept the tears back and started questioning Henry again for almost the fifth time. "Henry why don't you wanna take it off? You're making me feel sick, plus I have all of my next classes with you so i'd probably projectile vomit over everyone!"

"Can you just shut the fuck up? I'm not taking it off and I don't give two shits if you 'pRoJeCtIlE vOmIt oVeR eVeRyOnE' just deal with it." Henry rolled his eyes, and started to mock your voice when he said 'projectile vomit over everyone', which made Y/N even more annoyed than before.

"All I'm asking is why you don't want to take it off!" Y/N raised her eyebrows and watched Henry as he turned to face her again. Her gaze went from the floor, to Henry's jacket, and then to his eyes. "Please tell me." She muttered with a sorrow look on her face, as she watched Henry fiddle evenmore with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Just promise me you will just igno- skip our next classes." Henry said, his expression turning from an annoyed one to a sorrow one - making you feel anxious.

"Uhm ok, but I don't see why your making such a big deal over taking off a jacket." Y/N fixed her gaze back on Henry's eyes, although she could then tell immediately something was wrong.

Henry started to fondle with his jacket before sliding it off and placing it in his right hand, with it dangling off of one finger. Y/N put her view onto Henry's arms although, Y/N's eyes didn't meet his normal pale arms, they met a bundle of self-harm. His arms had multiple large cuts on them, starting on the wrist and heading upwards towards the shoulder. She felt her stomach drop, and her expression change shortly after. Feeling quite upset, she reached out to run her finger over one of the largest and deepest cuts to make sure it was real. It was real. She naturally got closer and closer to Henry and when she was close enough she pulled him into a hug.

"You see now why I didn't want to take it off?" Henry questioned Y/N, as she nodded into his shoulder. She felt a load of eyes on her, but she didn't care, she just wanted to care for Henry at this moment in time.

"Why didn't you talk to me?" Y/N said with her voice cracking a little, knowing she was about to cry but tried as hard as she possibly could to fight back the tears.

"I didn't wanna upset you." He replied, with a sign of depression in his tone.

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Sorry for not updating in like forever but I've recently gotten a new computer so it's all good now :)