Request: Henry and the reader secretly like each other but act like they hate each other.
•you have a stutter in this one•
•warnings: language
y/n
"Y-You s-s-suck, Bowers!" I yell, angrily. Particularly annoyed with my stutter at the moment.
He stops and turns around. "S-S-S-Say, something?... Y-Y-Y/N?" He mocks me. I growl and shove him.
"Why are you such a dick to everybody?" I yell. He shoves me back and Eddie and Richie catch me.
"Why aren't you?" He says, getting in my face.
"Cause I c-care about p-people and I actually have f-feelings. Un-Unlike you! It's like the d-devil chew-chewed you up h-himself and s-s-spit y-you out!"
"Maybe he did." He whispers and smirks. He flips me off and I break from Richie and Eddie's grip. I push Henry again, only harder.
He falls and turns around, glaring at me. His eyes held so many emotions. Shocked, angry, annoyed... Impressed.
"I swear to fuck, you're dead!"
"Y/N! Quit standing around! Run! You're dead fucking meat!" Richie and Eddie yell. I throw my book bag at Henry and run, sprinting into the woods.
I run past Henry and jump over the fence leading to the woods. "I swear to God when I find you, Y/N! I'm killing the fuck out of you! Skank!"
He jumps over the gate with his gang and I run. I don't know where, but as far away as I can.
I groan and whine as I run directly into a branch. Blood drips down my nose and my eyes water.
"Fucking hell." I stand up and go to run again when I run directly into Hockstetter.
"Better watch where you're going next time before you hurt that cute little button nose of yours again." Patrick says, grabbing me and dragging me on the ground by my collar.
"R-R-Richie!" I whine, but he's nowhere.
"Oh, Henry." Patrick sings his name and Henry turns around. His eyes are burning and I kick my feet along the ground to stop Patrick from dragging me.
Patrick picks me up and throws me at Henry's feet. I groan and hold my stomach as I gasp for air.
"Dick." I mumble.
"W-W-What'd you say to me, skank?" Patrick says, pulling out a switch blade and wrapping his hand around my throat.
I look up at Henry and he does nothing but stare at us.
"P-P-Patrick!" I yell. I kick my legs but I can't move. Tears leak down my cheeks. Damn I really fucked up.
"H-H-Henry, please." He shrugs.
Patrick lifts up my shirt and I claw at his wrists. "Don't!"
The knife glides across my stomach. And all in an instant, there's a deep cut across my rib.
I scream in agony and out of nowhere, Patrick is off me. I gasp and sit up, breathing so hard I feel like I'm gonna puke.
And surely I do. I stand up and run over to a tree, losing all the contents in my stomach.
I almost never have panic attacks. And never this bad. I fall to the ground and curl up in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. Glancing over at Patrick, I see blood coming from his mouth and nose. I look at Henry and it's also on his shoes.
Henry's bloody shoe + Patrick on the ground unconscious and bloody= Henry saved me?
Finally, I look up at Henry. And he's clearly been looking at me for a while now.
"You got yourself into this." He says. He walks over and sits beside me. He gently lifts my head onto his lap and strokes my face.
This was so weird. It felt weird (but good) but also really weird. I-I'm so confused.
"H-H-H-Henry-"
"Sh... Breath... Breathe..." I inhale and exhale shakily.
"You mess around too much, kid. You keep fucking around, you're gonna get yourself into a situation you can't get out of. Just once, maybe you should hold your tongue." He says.
"Fuck you, B-Bowers. You said you were g-gonna kill me, remember?"
"Well here I am, and I'm not killing you it looks like. In fact, I saved you. Stop bitching." He says. He's right. "You know for stuttering as much as you do, I'm starting to think you talk more than four eyes."
"Y-You mean, Richie?" He nods. "W-Why a-are you doing this if you h-hate me?"
"D-Do you ever stop asking questions?" I sigh and he does too.
"Nobody knows what I go through. They think I'm just some bully. Nobody ever asks how I'm doing."
"W-Well. How are you doing, Henry?" He chuckles and shakes his head.
"I'm good, Y/N. How about you?" He asks, looking into my eyes.
"Could be worse." I shrug. He laughs and shakes his head.
"You're so beautiful. Like, I'm not even joking around."
"Henry-"
"I... See the thing is, is that I care about you for some reason. A-and that pisses me off because you're weak and can't fend for yourself and I've seen you eat a whole jar of pickles and not even get sick or gain weight. And you love Nirvana but you never tell anybody and you don't like the guy at the pharmacy because he tried messing with you once while you were buying tampons and you punched Patrick in the face in second grade and I fell in love with that. With you. I fell in love with that girl who loves punk rock and the girl who can't hold her tongue and the girl who hit Patrick Hockstetter with no remorse and the girl who ate a whole fucking jar of pickles without getting sick is the one I'm still in love with to this day. Right now. And in this moment." He says. I sigh shakily. My eyes are watering. Nobody has ever felt that way for me before, and I don't think Henry has ever felt that way for anybody.
I grab his knife and cut a line on my palm, and then I grab his and cut one on his hand to. He puts his hand up and I press mine against it, interlocking our fingers.
"I'm in love with y-you too."

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