IT Oneshots

Hold Me (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: After several sleepless nights, you decide to finally confide in your boyfriend Bill to help you.

Word Count: 1100+

You shot up, covered in a cold sweat. This was at least the tenth dream you've had since the Well House incident. The terror on everyone's faces and the malicious clown's laughs plagued your mind. You swore that that thing was haunting you, no matter how much you tried to hide. You've gone four days without sleep, always waking up ten minutes after you fall asleep, it's like the clown's eyes were carved into the back of your eyelids.

You were desperate at this point, tears welling up in your eyes as you threw off your bedsheets and stumbled to your door. You didn't care how much noise you made when you swung your door open and raced down the stairs, you knew your parents were heavy sleepers and they were used to you going to the kitchen to grab water or a snack.

You pretty much lunged for the house phone that was situated on the kitchen wall, shakily pressing the numbers of the only person you felt safe with at this point: your boyfriend. Looking to the side, you mentally cursed when you realized just how late it was. 1:00 in the morning, and it was storming outside. The rain was pounding on the windows like hail and every few minutes there was a loud rumble that shook the house.

Your lip trembled when the phone rang for the fourth time and squeezed your eyes shut, praying that he would pick up. Thank god he did.

"H-Hello?" His voice came from the receiver, slightly groggy and a bit hesitant.

"Bill," You practically sighed, but your voice cracked slightly from the dryness of your throat. "Bill, I'm coming over."

"(Y/N), are y-you okay?" Bill's voice was much clearer this time and you could hear the panic in his voice.

"I'm coming over, I'll be there in a few minutes," You responded hastily, trying to hold your tears back but some spilled over, sliding down your cheek. You hung up before he responded and rushed to your foyer, stuffing your sock covered feet in your tennis shoes and grabbing your coat. Once you finally got out of your house, you didn't look back, too afraid that you would see something behind you, something chasing you.

You took off down the street, trying to put your hand above your eyes so you could block out the rain. It was useless though, you were already soaked and your tears mixed with the violent rain that pelted your body.

You practically tripped up Bill's stairs, stumbling on the last step. Before you could raise your hand to knock, Bill swung open the door, eyes wide with panic. "Are you o-okay?" He blurted out before shaking his head and grabbing your hand, pulling you inside the house. After he shut and locked the door, he took you up the stairs and into his room. You stood near his door while he shuffled around the room, opening his drawers and pulling out random articles of clothing. You snapped back into reality when Bill was standing in front of you, a towel in one hand and a pile of clothes in the other.

"Here, take these," He said, setting the clothes in your hand and wrapping the towel around your neck. "You can change in h-here if you would like o-or the bathroom in the hallway."

You clutched onto his clothes in your hands, nodding at him as he left the room, closing the door behind him so you could change. Sure, his clothes were big on you, but they were comforting. The sleeves covered your hands and the pants dragged on the floor, strings tied loosely around your waist to keep them up. His socks were thick and felt soft against your feet as you walked over to the door, opening it up to let Bill back in.

When Bill came back in the room and shut the door, he led you to his bed where you sat down next to him, your hand still locked in his. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as he stared at your face, practically begging you to tell him anything.

"What h-happened?" He finally asked.

You sniffled a bit, trying to breathe through your nose only to find it blocked. "I couldn't sleep," You answered, your bottom lip trembling at the thought of trying to sleep again and seeing that thing. "I've had nightmares ever since we went to the well house." Bill nodded, listening intently to you as tears started to fall from your eyes again. "The clown won't leave me alone, it's like it haunts me."

You tried to hold back your sobs as Bill squeezed your hand and tried to brush the tears off of your face. "It's not real (Y/N)," Bill whispered, his face pained while he whipped away your tears, "N-None of it is."

"It feels so real," You whimpered back, squeezing his hand tightly. "P-Please hold me Bill," You choked out, falling into his arms.

Bill wrapped his arms around you, holding you as you shook, breaths erratic as you tried to keep your sobs from leaving your lips, not wanting to alert his parents. As you cried, Bill slowly laid back, your head hitting the pillow before shuffling closer towards him, shoving your face into his collarbone. His hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to calm you down.

After half an hour, your crying died down to just a few tears and your head was resting on Bill's chest, arm wrapped around his middle. His hand was still soothingly running up and down your back, making your eyes shut for a while before opening again.

"Will your parents be looking for you?" Bill asked softly, moving his other hand to brush back your hair from your face.

"They have to work early in the morning and they don't usually check on me before they leave."

Bill nodded, taking his hand from your hair and placing it on your cheek, lifting your head up to look at him. "I love you (Y/N), and I won't let anything hurt you."

You smiled up at him, resting one of your hands on his cheek. "I love you too Bill."

Bill lowered his face and connected his lips with yours, making a shiver run down your spine. His lips were soft and warm against yours, making you slightly yearn for more. When he pulled away, you were left smiling softly, digging your head back into his chest.

"Sweet dreams, (Y/N)," Bill whispered, running his hand through your hair as your eyes fell shut.