ᯓ Henry Bowers

Henry didn't know it would happen.

He fell in love. Literally fell in love! He didn't think it would turn out this way, but he was a weak to tell his friends in his own gang about it. They can't know about it because it's none of their damn business.

He knew you didn't like guys like him-Henry. You liked soft, kind, with a nice face and fluffy hair! But who would ever love someone like Henry? Probably someone like him. Angry, impatient, etc....

But still he didn't care about that, and for the sake of his silly feelings he went ahead! Right to the doorstep of your house. This was his first time meeting you directly face to face (as he was just watching you from afar). And there you are, standing in front of him. All beautiful, homely... But you... rejected him. You just didn't want your boyfriend to be the complete opposite of your kind of guy.

He was desperate. Desperate! Even more desperate than when his dad beat him up harder than usual, but it didn't matter.

He was taking his anger out on the Losers Club as usual. But after a "typical" day at school, he wasn't with his gang because he decided to go out alone for the first time in his life. Just to clear his mind.

The December air and frost beat down on him like toy shotgun bullets into Coke cans.

And just as he was about to take up a cigarette in his leather down jacket pocket, he saw you! He didn't think you'd be there too.

You weren't wearing a hat. Why? You could have caught a cold! That's what Henry thought. He froze for a moment, then came to his senses and immediately forgot about the un-smoked cigarette and ran straight to you. The light snow crunched under his shoes as he caught up with you.

"Hey, birdie!" he liked to call you if you hadn't rejected him that time.

"Why no hat? It's December."-the concern in his tone was evident, which was emphasized by his already more...gentle gaze.

It's about time he put on that hat of his today! Which he took off his head and put on yours.

"That's better. I just don't want you to get sick..."

Despite such haste and confidence, there were thin threads of embarrassment in him... Still, he dared to confess to you a second time, but already... more sensitively. As if he was pouring his heart out to you about his feelings about you, which was what it was, not a show-off.

"Look...I know I'm a person you don't want to mess with. I know!... but... tell me a pretty lie. Look me in the face. Tell me that you love me! Even if it's a fake because I don't fucking care at all!”

He didn't think you would even listen or accept his own hat from him, but still. You accepted and started listening to him.