LIMERENCE: bowers gang

how you meet: henry bowers

trigger warning: includes self harm and depression

henry🔪:

third person POV:

they had seen each other around in school, and sure, she thought he was cute, and he thought she was beautiful, but they never spoke.

everyday was the same for her. wake up depressed, go to school depressed, get home depressed, go to sleep depressed. it's all she felt. well, to be specific she didn't feel at all, and she didn't talk to anyone.

henry picked on every kid except her. he thought she was special. he didn't know why, but he knew there was some significance to her that no one else had. it wasn't that he felt bad for her being so sad (even though he does indeed have a soft spot for her) it was because he felt he connected with her.

one day, he was walking outside with belch, when he heard his friends yell his name. he whipped his head, the scream was usually for him to bully a kid that they were strong enough to capture, but this time it was different. he saw a horrible sight.

they had y/n pressed against a tree, her shirt was lifted so you could she her bra, and vic was holding her down, and even worse, patrick was burning her. he ran to her and pulled her out of vic's grip "that's enough" henry spoke up, his hands placed on her waist. "why you gotta have a soft spot for her? little bitch fucking slits her wrists" pat spoke up, and henry replied with a growl "you shut the fuck up hockstetter, i'll beat your ass if you say shit like that again" he guided y/n to a bench.

he sighed sitting down "you okay?" she looked up, nodding and pulling her sleeves down as much as possible. "you know, i have scars too" henry spoke softly, and quietly so no one else would hear. she looked in his eyes, and he bit his lip.

"they're uh, they're all over my back" "how'd you reach? you know, to slice there" she spoke softly, his heart ached at her beautiful voice. "i didn't. my dad did" hen looked down, fiddling with his hands. her hand went on his shoulder, and rubbed it a bit. "i'm so sorry, henry" "no i'm sorry. i shouldn't have let them get to you. why do you cut?" she sighed looking down, removing her hand, which made his heart break. he never wanted her touch to leave him.

"i guess it's some type of death wish"  she shrugged, and he sighed "i don't want you to die, y/n. i really don't. i know i don't seem like a nice guy, because i'm not. but, i've got this weird soft spot for you, and it's huge, and sometimes irritating because i think about you constantly" she looked down, her heart beating quickly.

"you're broken. like me. and no one knows how broken we are, and no one cares about how broken we are. but i care about you, and if you care about me, maybe we can fix each other"

she looked up, biting her lip. henry stood up, intertwining his hand with hers, leading her to her house, talking and laughing for the minutes they were walking. they got to her house, and she looked at him.

"can i um, can i see your back?" henry thought about it for a second, and could feel his walls tumble down, letting her into his twisted mind. he nodded, looking down at his shirt, motioning her to unbutton it.

as she did, her fingers brushed along his soft, smooth chest, her heart pounding when she felt his abs. she slipped the shirt off his shoulders and he turned around hesitantly. he heard her gasp, her fingers tracing the lines of his deep gashes.

"oh henry" she whispered, wrapping her arms around him from behind, his heart racing. he turned to face her, resting his forehead on hers. "i want you to be my girlfriend, and if you fix me, i'll fix you" she smiled, just lips, no teeth. "okay" she spoke, and he smiled. "a few things though. no more cutting. no more lip ripping. no more suicide attempts. call me when you feel those times" "but hen, i feel it all the time" she looked down.

"oh baby.." he spoke sadly, engulfing her in a tight hug, his head resting on top of hers. "i'll stick with you. every second possible, i'll be with you." she sighed "then a few things for you. after your dad beats you, you come to me. not the boys. to me. the boys will make you drink and smoke your pain. and if you can, please stop bullying kids. i know it's how you cope but, now you have me to cope with."

they both nodded, and wrapped their pinkies around each other's, like a pinkie promise. he leaned forward, sealing their lips onto each other's. they loved each other, in such a dark way, but even though it was a dark way, they still lit each other up.

the next day, she got in the trans am, everyone but belch and henry were looking at her weirdly. but all henry said was "this is my girl, guys" as he wrapped an arm around her.

once they walked into school, their hands were interlaced, and she had the biggest, toothiest grin ever, and he would never forget that day for two reasons. 1: first time she genuinely smiled in years. and 2: the reason that she smiled was him.