HENRY X READER - PITY KISS
(Y/n) lit the candle with careful hands, watching Henry out
of the corner of her eye. He was pacing up and down the room, muttering things
under his breath. He was nervous. Very nervous. He had every right to be, this
was his first ever date after all.
The mere
thought made a tight pain form in her chest.
No, not
now.
He needs
you right now.
You can’t
be the jealous bitch you want to be.
He’s
your best friend.
Just your
best friend.
Right now
he isn’t the guy you’ve been in love with for three years.
“Stop
panicking” she smiled, waving out the flame on the match quickly before dropping
it the sink to make sure it wouldn’t set anything alight. That would be the
last thing he needed.
“How?”
he grumbled, pulling at his awkward shirt.
“Deep
breaths, buddy” she sighed, walking towards him to help him fix it “You’re
gonna be fine” Her hands played with the material until it sat right on him,
before leaving her hands on his shoulders in a comforting manor. He watched her
with tense eyes, trying to calm down.
“But
what if I’m not” he shrugged her off as he resumed his pacing, biting his lip “What
if I say something rude? Or stupid? Or if I start rambling like-?”
“Like
you are right now?” she grinned, pulling him so he stood in front of her once
again “Henry, you won’t do anything of those things okay. It’ll be perfect. And
even if you do, I bet my life she’ll find it cute”
I know I
do.
“You
really think so?” he gave her one of his lopsided, half smiles, making her
heart fluttered.
“I’m
sure of it” she replied in a quiet voice, trying to not show how much he
affected her.
“Thanks,
(Y/n)” he drew her in for a quick hug before she grabbed her coat and walked
out the back door, wringing her hands as she went. He didn’t seem to notice
however. He also didn’t notice the tears dribbling down her face as she walked
home.
Henry walked down the road, his hands stuffed into his
pockets, head low. The date hadn’t gone well.
She doesn’t
like me that way.
Figures.
The one
chance I have at normalilty and its snatched away from me.
He glanced
up at the small two floor house in front of him. He noticed the girl’s light
was still on, despite the fact she had told him she wasn’t feeling well that
day. She had been walking around helping him with a glum tired look on her
face. He had just assumed she was sick. But this doesn’t make any sense.
He knew
(Y/n) like the back of his hand. And when she was sick, she slept as much as
she could.
He knocked
on the floor door tentatively, wiping away any evidence that he had cried on
the walk home.
He could
wait until he was alone before the tears started again. He would have to. (y/n)
hated to see him cry. But he had to get to the bottom of this.
“Um, hi
Mrs (Y/ln). I was wondering-“he began as the girl’s mother opened the door in
her dressing gown.
“Oh
Henry, how many times have I told you?” she tutted “Just call me (Y/mn). Now come
in quick, or we’ll both catch our death of cold”
She ushered
him in quickly, smoothing out her slightly messy hair.
“Now, I’m
guessing you’re here to collect those books you left here last week” the woman
smiled “(Y/n) left them down here for you-“
“Actually,
I’m just here to see (Y/n)” he interrupted, heading towards the stairs “Buts
thanks anyway”
“I don’t
think that’s a good idea love” she stopped him, a tight lip smile on her face “She
isn’t feeling well, wouldn’t want you to catch it too”
“Then
whys she still up?” he frowned.
(Y/mn)
didn’t answer, her fake smile faltering.
“I
think it’s time you got home now”
“Why
can’t I see her?”
“Henry-“
“Has
something happened?”
“You
need to go now. She’d just not feeling well”
He
could hardly fight back against the woman as she manoeuvred him towards the
door, confused and slightly frightened.
“but-“
“See
you tomorrow maybe”
And like
that the front door was closed once again.
Henry
looked up at the girl’s bedroom window. The blinds were closed the lights on.
She was in there. A tight feeling in his stomach told him something was wrong.
So
naturally, he couldn’t just give up there.
(Y/n) heard a shuffling noise coming from outside, moving
her head up from her crippled position. She was laid out on the bed, hair
tangled, sleeves still damp from when she had wiped at her eyes. She had told
her mother she didn’t want anyone near her, retreating to her room to cry in
piece. She and Henry were very much alike in that sense. They didn’t like to
show others how upset they were.
She had
heard someone come in minutes before, but just assumed it was her father
finally in from a long day of work. But now with the mysterious shuffling, she
started to wonder if something more sinister was at work.
She
listened as her window slowly slid up, cursing at the fact she hadn’t put on
the latch.
(Y/n)
felt her heart jump in her throat as a hand pulled back her curtains. She got
ready to scream for her mother, but when a familiar head poked through the gap
in the material her cries fell silent.
“Henry!”
she hissed, diving for him “What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself
killed. Inside, inside this room right now!”
She helped
pull him through, landing roughly on her back with him hovering over her.
The two
stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath.
“You’ve
been crying” he whispered, reaching forward to stroke her cheek.
“No I
haven’t” she replied quickly, flinching away from him.
He
frowned at her actions, wondering why she was shutting him out.
“Why
are you upset?”
“I think you should go, Henry”
She pushed him gently, standing
up slowly. She walked over to her door, opening it for him as she turned off
her bedroom light. She was tired. Too tired to fight anymore.
“Doesn’t matter what you think”
he answered smartly “I’m staying”
She laughed lightly at his persistence,
sitting down on her bed with a loud thump. After a moment or two he joined her.
The two sat in silence, (Y/n)
staring at her hands dully. Henry watched her however, trying to decide what was
wrong. But after a while, he become more captivated with her.
He loved the way the moonlight
was bouncing off her (Y/hc) hair, the brightness also reflecting in her (Y/ec)
eyes. She was slouched over, fragile. Tired.
“Beautiful” he mumbled, catching
her attention.
“Pardon” she frowned.
“Nothing, it’s just um…you…uh” he
stuttered “You look beautiful, I mean”
She glanced at the mirror and
snorted. Her hair was puffy and a tangled mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, large
bag forming underneath them. The skin of her cheeks was blotchy and wet,
clothes crumpled.
“Funny” she grumbled, falling
back against the covers.
“I’m being serious” he copied her
actions, reaching out to play with her hair.
“So I’m guessing the date didn’t
go that well” she changed the subject quickly “Or you’d be with her”
“Yeah” he sighed “She doesn’t see
me that way”
“I’m sorry” she whispered “I know
you really liked her”
“Yeah”
He wasn’t really listening, he
was looking at her lips and then at the sad look in her eyes.
I wonder.
He rolled over so he hovered
above her once again, sliding one hand so it lay against the top of her head.
“What are you doing?” she gulped,
a light blush covering her face.
He didn’t reply, bending down
lightly.
“Wait” she stopped him “Don’t do
this if it’s a pity kiss. Don’t do this just because you know that I’m hurting
and that you’re hurting. Don’t do this out of pity Henry”
She paused.
“If you kiss me, do it because
you actually want to kiss me. Not her. Me”
He waited only a second before
smashing his lips onto hers.