Bill Denbrough x reader: Bitter Sweet

~16~

Y/n's P.O.V.

Without giving it a second thought, I kissed him. This one was more passionate than the last. Our last kiss was in my room, Bill was half unconscious and we were interupted by my mom. Just the thought of her made me feel sick. Ok, stop thinking about her and concentrate on Bill. Our lips moved together in perfect harmony. It wasn't a slobby snog, it was sweet and gentle. I stroked his hair while simultaneously pulling him closer. He put his hand around my shoulder.

We pulled away, both lacking breath. His face was bright red. Oh, no! Did I do something wrong? Am I really that bad of a kisser? He looked at the grass, breaking our gaze. Then it hit me. He's embarrassed.

I gently put my hand on his chin and lifted his face up. Making him look into my eyes. His puppy eyes carried an apologetic look. I smiled warmly, letting him know that he hadn't done p anything wrong. I soothingly rubbed his arm.

He had sent that poem. He was my secret admirer. I couldn't help but feel happy. Which was saying something coming from me. I hadn't felt this whole since... well, since my father had been alive.

At that moment, we heard footsteps coming from the other side of the gate. I could spot the beam of a flashlight.

Man #1: I swear I saw some kids sneaking in

Man #2: Are you sure?

Man #1: Check if you don't believe me

One of the men fiddled with the lock.

Bill stared at me, terrified. The only times I had seen this expression was whenever Henry was around. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. We ran to a few tall bushes near the gate. We crouched down and remained quiet still holding hands.

Two middle-aged men marched in. They shone the flashlight around the lawn.

Man #2: I told you that you were delusional.

Man #1: Wait, there!

They walked towards one of the trees, away from out location. Their backs were facing us so we took the opportunity to escape.

I squeezed Bill's hand and crept out of the bush. He followed closely behind me. We tiptoed to the gate. When we managed to reach it, we ran as fast as we could. Now it was Bill who was leading me. We laughed and giggled as we made a run for it. We were partners in crime...well sort of.

We reached the exit of the small park and headed towards my bike. We stopped a second to take a breath. Bill tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I giggled one more time. Suddenly, my face dropped. My smile was replaced by a sorrowful frown. Bill must've noticed.

Bill: W-What's wrong?

Y/n: I-I just remembered. I now have to go home.

Bill: Well...you d-don't have to...

I stared at him inquisitively, furrowing my eyebrows. What did he mean?

Bill: Well, you c-can come t-to my house.

Y/n: Oh, no. I couldn't. Bill, you've already done so much for me.

Bill: No, really. It's n-no bother. My p-parents love y-you.

I smiled warmly at him. What did I possibly do to deserve him?

Y/n: You are right. I'm practically a Denbrough.

He giggled. He tried getting on my bike but winced in pain, gritting his teeth.

Y/n: What's wrong?

Bill: N-Nothing. I just sc-scraped my knee. It's f-fine.

Y/n: No, I'll ride. Get on the back

I'm no damsel in distress, I can ride a bike by myself.
He obeyed and gave me directions to his house.