soulmates~reddie

chapter six

!warning! Swearwords, mention of death, homophobic slurs...

'Now we have a shared trauma, that only brings us closer together, you know.'

Suddenly a wave of realization had hit Eddie. He pushed Henry off of him and slowly started backing up. The boy in front off him just killed his own father...he fucking KILLED his own father.

"Eddie, what's wrong? You're not- you're not scared of me, are you?"

"What? No? I mean- no."

"Stop lying, I know you are."

A smug smile started to appear on Bowers his face, something changed and Eddie didn't like it. Eddie saw the backdoor creaked open a little bit and slowly started to make his way over there. In no way was Eddie going to go through the frontdoor while Henry's dads lifeless body was laying there.

He heard loud, thumping footsteps coming his way and that's when he fully turned around and bolted outside of the house, through the backdoor. Behind him was the blonde one, trying to chase the small boy while yelling at him, "Don't think you can escape me, you little fuck! I will find you and you and all your little Losers will die one by one."

Eddie was so scared, he didn't know where to go, but he couldn't stop running, afraid that if he stopped Henry would find him. He felt his legs burning but he kept running, not knowing where his legs were taking him until he took a halt at a familiar looking house...Richie Tozier's house. Eddie was breathing heavily but didn't feel the need to grab his inhaler. The running had made him feel so free and not like he had severe asthma at all.

Eddie walked over to the side of the tall house and looked up at Richie's window, which was slightly creaked open. He saw smoke coming out of the opening in the window, a sign that Richie was awake and smoking. He heard faint music coming from the window from some rockband Eddie probably didn't know the name of.

"Rich.."

No response. Maybe a little bit louder?

"Richie!" Eddie said, now a little louder.

Eddie was about to call out to Richie again, when a head full of raven curls poked out of the window.

"Eddie? What the hell are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be hanging out with your new boyfriend?" Richie asked Eddie, the last question with a slightly annoyed tone. "Can you please let me inside? I really need someone to talk to now, I will explain everything." Richie nodded and told Eddie to wait at the frontdoor.

Richie unlocked the door and as soon as he opened it, the brunette flew into Richie's arms, his breathing still not really steady and his heartbeat still going insanely fast. "Eds..what happened?" Richie asked with concern laced in his voice, cupping Eddie's cheek and making eye contact with the boy. "I will explain. Let's go to your room, okay?" Richie nodded and led Eddie to his room.

He closed the door behind him and Eddie went to sit down on the unmade bed. The music was still softly playing and his room smelt like cigarette smoke and faintly of something else that Eddie couldn't quite put his finger on. He has been in Richie's room before, but never just with Richie. Eddie looked around at the posters and Polaroid pictures on the wall and smiled when he saw a picture of him and the Trashmouth framed on the desk and a picture of all The Losers right next to it. On the other side of the desk was one more framed picture of him and Bev stuffing their noses full with cigarettes and laughing their asses off.

Richie took a seat in his desk chair and swiveled the chair around, looking Eddie straight in the eyes. It was quiet for a moment, it wasn't a peacefull quiet. It was one filled with akwardness and anxiety, the only thing being heard was the music playing in the background. Richie broke the silence first, "Eds, I don't want to push you but your concerning me...What happened?"

Eddie started, he started and he didn't stop. He didn't stop when Richie frowned when Eddie mentioned him kissing Bowers, he didn't stop when he said how bad mr. Bowers made Eddie feel about his own dad and Richie tried to comfort him, he didn't even stop when Richie screamed out 'Killed!?' through the room. No, he only stopped when he finished talking about how he called up to Richie's window and Richie opened the door for him.

By now, Eddie noticed that he had been crying, his tears staining his blue hoodie. He sniffled, wiped his tears away and turned to Richie. The ravenette had tears in his eyes and didn't know how to respond to everything the smaller one just told him. "Chee.." Eddie started, but choked on his words and let out a sob. Richie stood up and went to sit next to the boy on the bed. The little one turned to Richie and hugged him, he started crying even more, "I don't want a soulmate like him, Richie. What did I do to end up with someone like him?" he asked between sobs.

Richie didn't know how to respond so he mainly focused on getting Eddie calm again by rubbing circles on his back and whispering sweet nothings in the boys ear. Both boys started to calm down and Richie went to lay down with Eddie still in his arms. He layed the boy down in his bed first and then layed himself behind him, wrapping his arms around him. He felt Eddie intertwine their fingers and relaxing. After a little while he heard soft snores coming from the brunette and smiled to himself, because, holy fuck, Eddie Kaspbrak was laying next to him, in his bed, sleeping, cuddled up against him.

After a little while Eddie started stirring and turned around so Richie was face to face with him. Eddie was still soundly asleep but Richie, he couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't stop thinking about the boy laying next to him. He started thinking about when Eddie didn't have his streak. Richie had hoped that one day Eddie would show up with a baby pink one...but instead he got a light blue one, and Richie hated it. He hated how he had seen the boy he loved in his room tonight, crying over what had happened. Richie felt so bad for him and the only thing he wanted to do was kiss the boy and tell him that everything would be okay.

But everything wasn't okay, because Eddie isn't his soulmate, so he can't go and kiss him, Bowers killed his old man, Eddie was scared...nothing was fucking okay. Richie looked back at the sleeping boy and took in his beautiful features. How his brown curls were messy and spread out onto Richie's pillow, how his lashes fanned out against his cheeks when his eyes were closed, how his freckles were a lot more vissible from this close and looked like little constellations, how his cheeks were still a little red from the tears running down his face, how his caramel skin glowed lightly in the moonlight shining through the window now. This boy was beautiful and Richie was completely falling for him.

But only soulmates could love eachother and no one else, right? Then why was he feeling this type of way for his best friend.

"If only you knew Eds, how much I love you." Richie whispered to himself and finally let sleep take over his body, letting his eyes close slowly.

But if only Richie knew that Eddie wasn't asleep anymore since he had turned around and had now heard Richie's confession...