Bill Denbrough x reader: Bitter Sweet

~18~

Y/n's P.O.V.

We spent the whole evening working on his stutter. We sat on his bed and practiced repeating sentences and tongue-twisters. Personally I didn't mind his stutter, it was kind of cute. But it made him so insecure and nervous. I just had to help him.

Y/n: Come on. You're almost there!

Bill: Sh-She sells sea shells on the seashore

I jumped up in joy.

Y/n: You did it, Bill! You did it!

The widest grin appeared on his face and he jumped up too.

Bill: I-I did!

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him hastily. I pulled away about three seconds later.

At first, he looked shocked but after a few seconds he smiled cheerfully.

I checked my watch. 10:38.

Y/n: It's getting late. We should go to sleep.

He nodded.

Bill: You c-can have the bed

Y/n: Mmhh. Oh, no. It's your room. You have the bed. I can take the sleeping bag.

Bill: No, I i-insist. Really

Y/n: Okay.. How about we both sleep on the floor?

Bill: Sounds fair...

We set up two sleeping bags next to each other and he switched off the lights.

I was drifting off to sleep when I heard his voice.

Bill: Y/n?

Y/n: Yeah

Bill: Thank you s-so much

Y/n: I'm honestly so proud of you.

Bill: You just make my life better. I-I don't know how t-to explain it.

Y/n: I feel the same way, Bill. You're one of the only people I can be myself with.

Bill: Good night

Y/n: Good night