IT Oneshots

Please Don't Cry (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: You have an argument with Bill that leaves you both bitter.

Word Count: 800+

Warning(s): angst... sad times

A/N: This is the first angst fic I've ever written. I don't even know if it's good in terms of angst because I don't read it. 😣

Although Bill was your boyfriend and you would support him through thick and thin, something you did not agree with was intentionally putting himself and others in danger. You could never understand the pain of having a missing brother, but risking the lives of others you care about is stupid. The situation in the Neibolt house was where you believed Bill crossed the line. He saw how seriously hurt Eddie got and everyone was so close to death, yet Bill refused to back down. In any other circumstance, you would be proud of his bravery. This, however, was foolish.

You resisted lashing out in front of the others even as they argued and fought in the street. If you were going to confront Bill, you were going to do it in private. You hoped that by the time you got to his house Bill would have cooled his head a bit. All that hope was thrown out the window when he threw his bike into the driveway pavement, lip curled as he stomped to his front door. You didn't want to make him more upset but you also couldn't let this slide. The losers club could be over forever, crumbling because of a psychotic clown along with Bill's determined nature.

Although he didn't do much to acknowledge your presence, Bill didn't shut you out of his room like you thought he might. If he did lock his bedroom door, you would have just left. This was a sign that he didn't exactly mind your presence but he was visibly upset.

"Bill, we need to talk," You sighed as you shut his bedroom door behind you. His mom probably wouldn't want to hear this conversation.

"W-W-What now?" Bill said through gritted teeth, pacing around the front of his bed.

You lost your voice for a moment, trying to process what was happening. Through all the years you've known Bill, he never tried taking his anger out on you. Whenever he was frustrated, he would always try to talk through it and when his anger wouldn't die down, he would just ask you to leave.

When you gathered the courage, you spoke again. "What you did was extremely stupid. You didn't just put yourself at risk but everyone else too."

Bill immediately stopped pacing and faced you. His eyebrows were scrunched together as he listened to you, his heart beating so loud it was almost muffling your words. Once he realized what you were saying, his face scrunched up. He almost felt betrayed. "Y-You're r-r-really choosing their s-s-side?"

"I'm not choosing sides," Your voice raised at the accusation. You truly cared about Bill but you also cared a lot about your other friends too. "I'm just saying that you shouldn't put yourself in danger like that. It's reckless and-"

"A-And?" Bill interrupted you, his face slowly turning red, but it wasn't from embarrassment. "G-Georgie is s-s-still out th-there and he in d-da-danger every d-day."

"Bill," You breathed out and was unable to continue. As much as you would like Georgie to be alive and well, it was highly unlikely. It had been months since he disappeared and you know that there was no way he could be roaming the streets unharmed with that clown around. The clown was trying to lure Bill in with the guilt of his brother's disappearance, even if he was no longer alive.

"Don't you f-f-fucking say it," Bill seethed, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

"Please don't cry," You whispered, your heart breaking as Bill desperately tried to keep himself from falling apart in front of you.

"Don't t-t-touch me," Bill spat at you when you reached out for him. Your arm immediately shot back from the force of his words. "Y-You're just like R-R-Richie. D-Do you e-e-even love me?" Bill didn't make a move to wipe his tears away, letting them spill down his cheeks.

"Don't say that Bill, you know I do." Your own tears started to gather, upset not only at Bill but at yourself. You knew this was a very sensitive topic for him. Why did you have to bring it up?

"S-Sure doesn't seem l-l-like it," Bill stressed. He was holding his shirt tightly as if he was restraining himself. "You kn-know w-wha-what? J-Just get out. I d-do-don't want to s-see you."

You shook your head, tears dangerously close to spilling from your cheeks. "Bill, this isn't-"

"G-Get out!" Bill yelled, throwing his hand up, "What else d-do I h-ha-have to s-say for you to l-leave me alone?"

You bit your lip to keep it from trembling, nodding your head as you gripped the handle of his bedroom door. Before you left, you looked back at Bill with a pained look.

"Fuck you, Bill. You know I'm the one person that would stick by your side no matter what. You fucked up. Don't even try looking for me. We're done."