WOUNDS ♚ henry bowers [it]

t h i r t e e n

I woke up to the sound of small, quiet snores and the sun shining through the window upon my face. I opened my eyes to find that I was lying on top of Henry, my right ear pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. One of his arms is lightly hanging onto my hips, while the other is halfway hanging off the bed. Our legs are tangled together and one of my hands is placed on his bare chest, moving up and down with every breath he took.

I moved my head slightly up, studying every feature of his face. From the small scar under his chin, to the light pink tint under his cheek bones, to the way his dirty blonde hair fell perfectly above his forehead, and finally to the earring that was poked into his ear. With my eyes, I traced from his jawline to his eyebrows, noticing every imperfect feature that made him perfect to me. (A/N this is so cheesy omfg)

I saw his eyes move underneath his eyelids, alerting me he was awake. I leaned up, taking my head off his chest, and let out a yawn, just as his blue-gray eyes fluttered open. I stretched and tried to get up out of bed, but Henry's hands gripped onto my torso and pulled me back down to him.

"Henry," I drew out his name. "It's like almost one in the afternoon, we gotta get up before your dad and my mom-"

"Shh," Henry shushed me, then quickly flipped us around so that I was on the bottom with him hovering over me, his hands on either side of my head. With lust-filled eyes, Henry bends his head and starts kissing the soft spot behind my ear, then makes a beeline down my neck til he reaches my collarbone, sucking and nibbling.

I leaned my head back out of pleasure, every thought about our parents suddenly leaving my mind. Every worry, person, all had vanished. Everything, but Henry. The way his tongue met my skin, his fingertips drifting lightly across my thigh, and the way he slowly grinded against me. My skin heated up.

He kissed down my chest til he came to the collar of my shirt, "Henry," I moaned out. I felt his area grow, poking against my inner thigh, and I bit my lip. I trailed my hand down his chest and traced his v-line, stopping just above his boxers–teasing him.

Henry let out a groan, his warm breath fanning my chest. His eyes looked up at, then to my shirt, then back up to my face; practically begging me to let him take it off.

Too caught up and not thinking, I nod my head.

Henry grabs the hem of my shirt and I sit up, making it easier for him to lift it over my head. Just as my shirt was about to come off, a loud bang is heard at my door.

"Taylor? Are you up?" My mom asks, and you could practically hear how hung-over she is.

Henry and I both pull away from each other, as if we were caught in the act (which we almost were). "Uh, yeah, mom." I answer her, looking at Henry wide eyed. We both hurry out of bed, trying to think of what to do. He looks down and grabs his clothes, putting on his pants and shirt as quick as he can.

"What's all that noise?" My mom wiggles the door knob, thank god for it being locked.

I quickly make up an excuse. "Nothing, I'm just getting dressed." I point to my bed and mouth to Henry, 'under my bed'. He nodded and quickly slipped under.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard talking... Come unlock this door right now, Taylor Alexis." My mom says, using my middle name. She only used that when she was really mad.

I go over and unlock the door, and she steps in. She glances around the room, and I silently pray she doesn't look under the bed. Then her eyes land on me, "I thought you said you were getting dressed?" She eyes my–still in–oversized, pj shirt.

I rolled my eyes, "I was, then you started banging on my door." Annoyance dropped from my voice.

"Don't get an attitude with me." She pointed her finger at me. "Now, I just came up to tell you that I'm going out with a friend, again, today. So I won't be home for dinner."

I nodded, "Okay, can I get dressed now?"

She looked around the room one more time, then left, closing the door behind her. Once I heard her footsteps go down the stairs, I did an all clear for Henry.

He came out from underneath the bed and hopped back up to his feet. "That was close."

"Too," I huffed, then stepped forward. "You better get goin', before your dad wakes up too."

Henry sighs, "Wish I could just stay here with you." He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him and swinging us side to side.

I gave him a sweet smile and he leaned down and gave me another kiss. "I know." Kiss. "We'll," kiss, "see each other," kiss, "later," kiss, "though." We kiss one last time, longer than all the others.

He walked over to the window and opened it up. Henry looked back at me one last time before climbing outside and disappearing into the woods, heading back toward his house.

. . . . .

It had been about two hours since Henry left this morning. My mom was already gone also, she left not too long after Henry. Having not heard anything from Richie yet, which was quite unusual given the fact that he calls me almost everyday, I tried to call Bill and Eddie a few times-but with no luck.

None of the guys were answering, meaning none of them were probably speaking to one another. In my opinion, they were acting ridiculous (although I do get where Richie's coming from, but also where Bill and Beverly were too). Then again, I didn't have any right to speak seeing that I've been basically been ditching them for Henry the last few days.

I sighed and got up off the couch, shutting down the TV. Slipping on my shoes, I opened up my door and jogged down the steps, lookin for bike until I realized that Richie still had it. I guess I was just gonna have to walk over to Bill's first, see what he has to say, then go over to Richie's. I wasn't going to just sit around here and let my best friend's tear apart.

I wasn't going to tell them about Henry (yet), only because him and I hadn't really made it 'official' yet. We've just... made out a few times, and he pretty much confessed that he's liked me since forever... and we did sleep together-not in that way though.

Walking down the graveled road, I thought about Henry and everything that's happened between us. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I thought about how sweet and kind he's been toward me. I always knew he had a soft side, an adolescent teenage lover boy side, you just had to look behind that corrupt, dangerous, psychopathic, bad boy facade he always put on. But I understood why he does that. He doesn't want to show weakness, vulnerability. His dad already gave him enough shit, so he wasn't going to take any from anyone else.

Something that Henry had said to me yesterday came to mind. When he was confessing his feelings, he mentioned something about how he'd end up hurting me, the one person he truly cared about. Hurting me how? Physically? Emotionally?

Too busy in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the two people that stood on either side of the road until I heard a set of feet jog beside me and someone push me down.

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