Moving to Derry was supposed to be simple. A new house. A new school. A place where Y/N could disappear into the background if she wanted or stand out just enough to keep things interesting. She doesn't expect attention. She definitely doesn't expect fixation. From the moment she steps into her first classroom, something shifts. Not the obvious kind, no whispers, no immediate rumors, no one bold enough to say her name like it matters yet. Just a feeling. A pressure. The sense that she's been noticed in a way that goes deeper than curiosity. He doesn't try to get close. Doesn't make himself known. Doesn't need her attention to take it anyway. He watches from his seat, from the hallways, from places she can't quite place. Blue eyes following her like a habit. Like instinct. Like ownership forming quietly, patiently, without her consent. Henry doesn't flirt. He doesn't chase. He doesn't need to. He protects her before she even realizes she needs it, silencing rumors, removing problems, deciding who's allowed too close. Anyone who crosses a line doesn't get a warning. They just... stop. Y/N starts to notice the patterns. The way certain people avoid her. The way the halls clear when she's alone. The way she never really feels unwatched, even when she should be. In Derry, obsession doesn't announce itself. It waits. It watches. And once Henry sets his sights on someone, letting go isn't an option. She may not know his name. But he already knows everything about her.

"𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬! 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!" 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐜 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #𝟏 in #𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 #𝟐 in #𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 #𝟒 in #𝐢𝐭𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 #𝟓 in #𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 #𝟏𝟑 in #𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠

'𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴.'

*ೃ༄𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (!!OLDER BOOK!!) ❛︎ the small town of derry is mostly in fear. that's the only feeling they can really understand. whether the fear is caused by a child-eating clown or the bowers gang. well, only one of those bothered her and fell for her. ❜︎ @ -𝐏𝐑𝟏𝐍𝐂𝟑𝐒𝐒- ━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎