Losers 🤡🎈-- Bill Denbrough x Reader

Chapter 9 (actually)

"I like you, Y/N, I like you a lot, and not as friends but more"

My heart dropped to my feet. "Oh..." I slowly stated. I felt like a dummy.

Come on, Y/N, just say you like him. Stop being so stupid all the time. You can do it.

"I...like you too" I finally said, my cheeks warmed up a bit. "C-Cool" he smiled. We both just sat there, not knowing want to say.

I decide to finally break the silence. "Do you wanna go to bed? It's getting late" I asked. "S-Sure" he replied.

"Since I have a wood floor, and you're the guest, you can take my bed" I tell him, taking extra pillows and blankets and putting them onto the floor.

"No, it's f-fine, it's your bed" Bill says. "No, take it, it's okay" I smile. "No, I'm not going to let y-you sleep on the cold f-floor" Bill tells me.

"Bill" I smirk. "I insist."

"Fiiiiiiine" he says, getting under my covers. I shut my light off quickly and lay on the blanket on the floor, wrapping a smaller one around me.

I reached up and turned my lamp on, just for the slightest light. "Goodnight" I told Bill. "G-Goodnight" I heard him say.

I shut my eyes and quickly fall asleep, tired of today.

My eyes slowly open after hearing my closet open. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and looked over at the clock. It's three a.m.

I look over at my bed and Bill's still there. My closet door is open but when I went to sleep, it was closed.

I guess I might as well close it because it's creeping me the hell out. I get up and walk to it, reaching to close it as someone grabs my arm.

I widen my eyes and try to pull my arm away. I scream as loud as I can, hearing someone run over to me.

Someone grabs me by the waist and the hand lets go. I fall into the persons arms, reaching to hug them. My light is turned on and my dad is at the door, looking worried and Bill is hugging me.

"Are you guys okay?" My dad asked. "Dad, there's someone in my closet" I start to cry. My dad walks over to my closet, looking in. "Y/N, there's no one here, maybe you're just tired, go to bed" my Dad says, rolling his eyes and leaves, shutting my bedroom door.

I get up and grab Bill's shoulders, searching his face. "Bill, there's someone in there, it grabbed me, I swear" I told him. "I know, Y-Y/N, I saw it, I saw everything. It's o-okay, you're safe" He hugs me.

We kind of just rock back and forth on the floor for a minute. He strokes my hair as I lean into his chest, crying. I finally let go, wiping my eyes.

"We should p-probably head to bed, it's three in the m-morning" Bill says. I nod, and he gets up. I grab his hand. "Bill" I say, stopping him. He turns around. "Y-Yeah?" He asks. "Can I sleep up there with you?" I ask him.

He takes a deep breath. "S-Sure" He says. We get into my bed and face the other way from each other.

I begin to think about the thing that grabbed me, knowing I won't be able to sleep. I start whimpering quietly.

I hear Bill flip over and put his arm around my waist, hugging me. "Shh" he calms me down immediately.

I take a deep breath and calmed down immediately. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and I blushed.

I fell asleep a few minutes after.