Tough Love ~Henry Bowers x Reader~

~Chapter 13~

"WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL?!" Stan yells, scrambling to get out of the garage. Eddie, Richie follow close behind him.

Richie ran to the road, tripping over the sidewalk and falling onto it. He flips over onto his hands scooting himself backwards, away from the house. Stan stumbles beside him.

Soon, Bill, Bev, Ben, and Mike are all outside in the road, heavily breathing. Loud, sinister laughing can be heard coming from the garage.

A snake like hand grabs the bottom of the old grey garage door, slamming it down on the hard concrete. And the house falls silent once again.

"What...what the fuck just..." Richie says, trying to find his voice. "I dont know..." Beverly holds her hand out for the boy, who is still seated on the ground.

"W-We need to f-find (Y/N)." Bill looks in the direction towards her house. "M-Make sure shes o-o-okay." The others nod in agreement.

"Me and Bill can check her house" Beverly says, standing beside him. "Richie, you and Stan check the Quarry." She points towards the boys.

"What about us?" Ben, Mike and Eddie ask. "You like history right?" Bev puts her hand on Ben's shoulder. "Y-Yeah" he blushes.

"Alright you three go do some more research on Derry. We need to know as much as possible." She turns to look at the garage.

"Report back to the park around 4" Richie says, putting his hand in the middle of all them. Each one follows, forming a circle of hands.

"So uh, are we supposed to say like...go team or something?" Ben asks awkwardly. They all laugh and go with it.

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"So...how should I do it?" Richie asks Stan. "Do what?" Stan asks back, giving him a look of confusion.

The sound of there shoes hitting the concrete seems to be the only thing breaking the nearly eerie silence. "You know, ask her on a date" Richie smirks, pretending to adjust his imaginary bowtie.

"You are not actually going to ask her out...right?" He raises his eyebrow. "Well yeah. Who wouldn't?" The lovestruck boy blushes.

"Well for one, if you even attempted to ask, she'd probably pick you up by your balls and throw you a couple hundred yards." Richie flinches thinking about it. "And two, if you somehow got her to go on a date with you, I doubt she would ever actually date you."

Stan punched his arm. "But hey, you never know. Maybe she has a huge crush on you and everytime she sees you she gets a lady boner." Both boys laugh, and continue walking.

"Woah, hey...Stan look at this!" Richie bent over, he pointed towards a fresh tire track. He stood back up and walked around the corner. A rusty, red Chevy pickup was parked on the trail.

"Hold on...be quiet." Stan ordered. They crouchwalked towards the vehicle, making sure they stayed silent.

On the ground, lain a shirt, a womans shirt. Richie reached out to grab it, but before his hand could touch it, a womans moan echoed across the woods.

Both boys looked at each other, faces glowing red. "What do we do?" Stan mouthed. "I don't fucking know" Richie mouthed back.

The moans got louder, and both boys became more and more embarrassed. Richie started to leave, but his fellow friend stopped him. "What if its (Y/N)? We can't just leave" Stan whispered.

A sudden gush of anger fell over the crushing boy. "I bet it isnt." He whispered, a tone of anger in his voice.

"Do you want to take the chance that it isnt and leave her?" Stan said, snapping him out of it. Richie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Fine." He finally agreed.

After about 10 minutes of excruciating embarrassment, the moans stopped. Richie looked over at Stan, and decided to make a daring decision.

"Who's there?" He called out into the Quarry. His voice echoed off the water, and around the trees.

A couple seconds passed and no answer. "(Y/N)? Is it you?" He called, immediately regretting it.

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I froze, almost instantly recognized the voice that called my name. I looked over at Henry, who was frozen as well. "Its Richie" I whispered into his ear.

"C-Come out!" I could hear him yell impatiently. Scared I grabbed onto Henry's forearm, leaving a mark. "We...we could make a run for it" Henry shakily whispered back.

I gave him the "are-you-serious?" look. "Its either that, or ask for our clothes back."

I thought about it for a second and made the most embarrassing decision of my life. "J-Just throw our clothes down!" I nervously yelled.

I could hear footsteps scrambling to pick the clothing up, and after a minute or two, they threw them over to us.

Me and Henry frantically covered ourselves up. Looking like complete idiot's jumping into them. Once we were fully clothed, Henry stood in front of me pulling me close.

"How are you feeling?" He whispered. I thought about it for a hot second. I hadn't had time to even realize how bad my legs hurt.

"I'll be fine" I whispered, giving him a reassuring smile. He looked down at me, a worried expression painted on his face. He leaned down, putting his forehead on mine.

"You know we don't have to do this...we can just tell em to leave." He whispered. But knowing the boy personally, I had a feeling he would not leave.

"Well, they're gonna find out some day...just never thought like this." I nervously laughed.

"You guys done yet?" I heard an impatient Stan yell. I sighed, and grabbed Henry's hand. He immediately grabbed back, taking it with pride.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I love you." He sweetly said. "I love you too Henry Bowers." I said a little too loud.

"Wait a second." I heard Richie say. And soon saw Stan and him walk down from the ledge. As soon as he saw me and Henry holding hands, I knew shit was about to get real.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Richie yelled, pure rage stained on his face. He stomped toward us, Stan holding onto him.

A devilish smirk crept across Henry's face, and he pulled me close to him and slammed his lips down on mine. Kissing me passionately. This, of course, made Richie lose his shit. He punched Stan in the mouth to let him go, and lunged forwards.

In a split second, Henry let me go and had caught the kid. Pulling him into a headlock. I ran over to Stan, who was now holding his face where Richie had struck him.

"You alright?" I asked him, helping him up. He shook his head yes and uncovered his face to revel his lip and mouth bleeding.

"Shit kid, he hit you hard." I said inspecting it. "Let go of me you asshat!" I could hear Richie choke out.

"Henry!" I snapped my head in his direction. He gave me the puppy dog eyes and I just glared him down. He sighed and released the kid from his grip.

The boy threw himself forward holding his neck. I caught him in my arms and held him up. "You should know damn well not to fuck with Bowers." I said.

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Damn not to bad for kind of a pulled this out of my ass chapter lmfao. Well I dont have much to say here so I hope you all enjoy!

Till next time my sins~

-Lil Smudge