Bill Denbrough Imagines

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Safe Haven
Published- 10/8/17
Updated A/N: Hey, welcome to the imagines book! Just wanted to pop in to say thanks for clicking on this book and I hope you enjoy it. Also sorry if there's any errors in this first chapter, I wrote it when I was fifteen so I wasn't the best writer haha

The clock ticks at warp speed and everyone is frantically rushing down the aisles of each row of desks to sign yearbooks. Only a few people have signed her's and if she were to be honest, she'd admit that it hurts. When you're one of the school's outcasts, you have to brush off a lot of things people say to you. You have to bite your tongue and pretend it doesn't hurt and in Y/N's case, it's a challenge.

Chatter throughout the room only grows and suddenly her mind is scattered through all of the commotions of the final bell of the year ringing. Except someone manages to hold her attention.

Bill Denbrough.

Y/N's had a crush on Bill for months now.
It started at the beginning of the school year. She wasn't always an outcast, in fact, at one time she could have been considered mildly popular. That was until the rumors started spreading and like any person caught in the firing line of cruel teenage girls, Y/N did the only thing she knew how to. She pushed everything away. She excluded herself so that they couldn't do it first and this happened the week she took a notice in Bill.

They were, and still are, teenagers. They're kids and Y/N is not the kind of girl to leap into liking a someone, whether it be a friendship or relationship. She recalls that day now. He had just happened to catch her eye while she was hunched over her copy of Lord of the Flies in English. The white noise, Ms. Harrington lecturing about the dark themes and arcs of the novel, faded further. Then she looked away. It was a short, but memorable first glance.

The next time Bill captured her interest was a few days later. Y/N caught herself glancing at him instinctively and observing from a distance. Then in the following weeks, she kept checking him out, not even intending to do so, until she admitted to herself that she had a small crush on Bill Denbrough.

Not many of the girls in school were particularly fond of him, he was considered a loser after all. But from the little she's seen and heard of him, Y/N is convinced he's a good person.

Bill is now signing someone's yearbook as his remains laid open on the desk next to her. The mostly blank paper, safe for a couple signatures from the Losers' Club, tempt and convince her to go through with it. To finally make the move she's been trying to all year. Y/N is desperate to have a friend. Even if she doesn't want to admit this to herself, she wants someone to talk to and to understand her. She may have a crush on Bill, but to be his friend would be enough. It would be more than enough for a girl who only has one.

Y/N blows out a sharp exhale, swinging her pen up from the groove of her desk and leaning through the aisle to write in his yearbook.

The orange ink of her pen slides smoothly across the inside cover, and slopes of her cursive take up the entire bottom right corner of the "Autographs" page. He is still signing a few yearbooks and talking to Eddie Kaspbrak in the front of the classroom, while she carefully writes her note.

But he takes her by surprise.
Just as she's going to sign her name, after she'd scrawled a small heart under the message, he turns back around. Y/N rips herself from the desk and almost trips while trying to find her seat again. Her thoughts run wild with every step he takes back to his seat and despite that he didn't actually see her writing, she still fears he'll know who wrote it immediately.

Bill's hands scramble to grab the book, closing it and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
The room gradually empties out and for the first time since last August, they are free from their school's reign of terror.