💕stenry💕

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Henry's POV

What was I thinking? Stanley doesn't deserve my niceness.. no one does... I can't believe he though I was gonna-.. well actually I can believe it but that doesn't matter, I should have never went with him to the library.. just like I should have never argued with Patrick.. maybe he's right maybe everything that happened really was my fault. Regardless of who's fault it is though, it's in the past.. there's no changing it.. and right now I have to go home.. to my father. After returning belchs car I started walking home, I made sure not to come in contact with any of the gang, who knows if Patrick told them yet.

As I walked home last nights events replayed through my head in a loop. It was so vivid it was almost like it was happening again, I even had to stop halfway there to throw up from how sick it made me. I put my hood over my head and buried my hands in my pocket as I walked into my house, keeping my head down. I walked to my room without my dad acknowledging me.. something's off. I didn't even see him, but his car is outside. Maybe he's in his room.. I went to open my door but it wouldn't budge. I held my ear up to it and could hear movement on the other side. "Hello?... sir...why are you in my room?" The movement stopped but there was no reply and the door was still locked. I shook the handle. "What the fuck this is my room.. let me in!" I started banging on the door until it opened. And then.. oh god I really started regretting letting my emotions get the best of me.. "Your room?... your room?..." I backed up against the hallway wall. "No.. no! Ha-.. I was just kidding.. it yours it's all yours take whatever you want! Please!" He got closer, towering over me.. I felt so small compared to him.. every other second of the day I feel so great and powerful but I front of him-.. I'm nothing. "Did you not learn anything from last night?" My eyes widened, to be honest I thought he was so drunk last night he would have forgotten. "What-.. of course I did sir-.. I learned a lot.. so much! More than I've ever learned.. please just take whatever you want from my-.. y-..your room.. what am I saying-.. I didn't need to tell you that you already know, it's all yours." I could tell he was amused, I've never felt so weak. He was seeing a side of me he's never seen. I've finally stopped fighting back... my father wins..

Stanley's POV

I just got in my dads car after he picked me up from the library. I couldn't even study at all after Henry left because he was all I could think about... not in that way! Just because.. he was such a mess this morning.. puffy, bloodshot eyes, he was wearing a hoodie and sweats, and he just seemed.. different.. not to mention the fact I still have to return his backpack to him. Thankfully I know exactly where he lives. My dad parked in the front of the small.. decrepit.. house. I guess I've seen worse looking living situations, it almost made me feel gross that I was even parked in front of it. This only made me feel worse.

  I got out of the car, Henry's backpack in my hands. I looked back at my dad, who gave me a thumbs up as I approached the door. I could hear noise coming from inside but couldn't tell what it was. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, holding the backpack like a shield. A few seconds later the front door swung open and I was greeted by a tall man in a police uniform. I nervously looked over to the side, my eyes widened when I saw Henry falling out of his window. The man in front of me was about to look over but I quickly said something to distract him. "Sir!!-.. uh.. you're Henry's dad right?" He laughed a little and looked me up and down. "Dad? No.. forced to take care of him because his mom was smart enough to leave? Yes... anyway, why do you care?" I took a step back and smiled nervously. "Uhh.. well-.. me and Henry we're studying at the lib-.." he cut me off and laughed hard. "You must have the wrong house-.. uh-.. a different henry... my worthless fag for a son-.." I finally came up with the perfect plan on how I could maybe-.. hopefully make it up to Henry for earlier.

  I cut him off "F-Fag?" I was nervous at first but gained confidence as it went on. "Yeah-.. my son.. he's a homo, a fairy, a fag, you know.." I laughed, almost the same way he did earlier. "Henry? Henry bowers? A fag? You're funny sir... the girls at school are obsessed with him.. he even banged like half the cheerleading squad in the locker rooms during the football game last week-.. everyone was confused why barely any of the girls showed up for the game.." I laughed a little, I mean it's not completely a lie-.. that did happen.. it just wasn't Henry. "Well I'll be damned, that was my son?" A smirk spread across his face. "Yes it was-... anyway.. I've come to drop off his backpack... uh here.." I handed him the backpack and nodded "well I better get going, nice to meet you sir..." I turned around and walked back to the car until I heard the door close. Once it closed I turned around and saw Henry finally get off the ground in front of his window as he carefully ran over to the car. "Stanley what are you doing here?" I got in the car, looking at him through the rolled down window. "Just came to drop off your backpack, you left it at the library.." Henry looked back at his house and then at me. "I heard what you said to my dad.. why are you being so nice to me? I left you alone earlier-.. I have been so mean to you.. you shouldn't be so nice! What do you want from me?" I smiled and gestured to my dad to start the car so we could leave soon. "I don't want anything from you henry.. except to maybe be your friend.." his face went blank as he stared at me, as if he were waiting for me to say 'just kidding'. But I didn't. We drove off, leaving Henry on the street staring at us as we drove.

Once we pulled up to our house my dad turned to me with a smile. "I'm proud of you son... I think you may even be making quite the positive influence on Henry... he needs someone like you in his life..." I thought about it for a moment. Does Henry really need me?