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Richie's P.O.V

I felt sorry for her. Always being dragged around by her brother and his idiot friends. Never having any freedom.

I knew she felt bad too. Whenever Henry beat up someone, and she got even remotely close to stopping him, she'd end up with another cut on her face.

20, she had in total. 5 new ones, 5 old ones and 10 cuts that were still healing. She always got weird looks at school, but I never had the courage to do anything.

She had attempted to talk to me and my friends before. But before we even got to introduce ourselves, she was thrown against the wall by Henry.

"What are you doing with these losers?"

Henry had yelled, as he dragged y/n away from us. Even from a distance I could see the tears running down her face.

After she had gone, I kept thinking about her. She was different to everyone else I knew. She didn't care what people said about her.

If they spread rumors about her, she'd ignore them. If someone said something mean or rude about her, she wouldn't let it get to her.

I guess it's something she's developed while living with Henry Bowers.

She was a mystery, and I was in love.

I didn't tell my friends, because I knew Eddie would say some shit sbout her being a Bowers, or something about love being stupid and useless.

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Sunday morning, there were five knocks on my door. I didn't answer at first, because I was tired, but soon the knocks became more violent.

I made my way to the door, and opened it to see...

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

She was crying. A lot. And her face was covered in blood. This had to be Henry's fault. I'm going to kill that motherfucker for this.

"H-Henry. He d-did this. C-can I c-come in please?"

I nodded and grabbed her hand, bringing her inside. My parents didn't live here anymore, thankfully, they'd kill me if they knew there was a girl in the house.

I found the first-aid kit, and brought Y/n to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, and I cleaned up her wounds.

"Why did Henry do this?"

"B-because I t-told him t-that you weren't b-bad people."

She was still sobbing violently, so I did the one thing I could think of. I hugged her. And then I kissed her.

When I pulled away, she looked almost frozen. But her mouth twitched up into a smile.

"T-thanks Richie."

She... she thanked me? What kind of reaction is that?

Then I kissed her again.

This time with more passion than the last one.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and melted into the kiss more. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, before pulling away again.

"Henry won't hurt you again, I promise."

"Really? How can you promise that?"

"You can stay with me. My parents don't live here anymore, you can have their room."

She smiled and nodded.

"I'd love that, Richie."