Bill Denbrough x reader: Bitter Sweet

~17~

Bill's P.O.V.

We finally arrived at my house ten minutes later. My knee had stopped bleeding and the sky was pitch black. Y/n parked her bike on my lawn. I opened the front door and examined the house. My parents weren't home. Maybe they were still at work or maybe they're sleeping. I checked my watch. 8:21.

I closed the door and climbed the stairs to my room. I put my bag down on my bed and she did the same.

Y/n: Thank you so much for letting me stay the night.

Bill: St-Stay as long as y-you want

She smiled warmly. God, that smile.

Bill: It's g-getting late. W-We sh-sh-shhhhh

I was unable to finish my sentence. My stutter was not fading away. I started shaking and breathing deeply.

Y/n rushed over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

Y/n: Breathe, Bill. Just breathe. Its alright.

I looked up at her. How did I get so lucky? It just seemed too good to be true. How could someone like her like me, a stuttering freak.

Bill: I'm s-sorry.

She shook her head and pursed her lips.

Y/n: No. Don't apologise. It's not your fault.

Suddenly, her expression changed. I could tell that she had just came up with an idea. She stared back at me with hopeful eyes.

Y/n: Let's work on it

Bill: Work on w-what?

Y/n: Your stutter. Let's work on it...

She grabbed my hand

Y/n: Together