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After a night of getting beaten, Henry is crying and coughing his way over to Patrick’s house, stumbling through the dark, cold night in the odd town of Derry. His father had went rough tonight; cutting Henry’s skin with a piece of glass from his beer bottle, ripping some hair out, throwing Henry onto the floors and punching him in the stomach.
Henry tripped on a small rock with a grunt. “Fuckin’ hell, dipshit..” he muttered, clenching his fists as his heart raced from adrenaline. He sniffled and wiped his tears with bloodied knuckles, a failed attempt to try and defend himself from his dickhead of a father. He sniffled and decided to run to his bestfriends house, his boots stomping against the pavement as it started to rain.
He finally reached Patrick’s house and he slammed the door open, Patrick was always home alone; his parents were afraid of him after all, so they usually stayed somewhere else. Henry choked on his tears and slammed the door closed, locking it and slipping his boots off before running upstairs. He cried out: “Patrick! Please!” He shoved Patrick’s bedroom door open.
Patrick was smoking a cigarette, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the battered boy stand in his doorway. Henry was beautiful.. in a way. He sighed and opened his arms silently, spitting the cigarette out and smiling gently at Henry, rare, but it was normal for the pair.
The blonde sniffled and closed the door before running into Patrick’s arms, cuddling him and crying into the brunettes chest desperately, seeking love and comfort from his bestfriend. “Pat..please.. I need you, don’t.. do-“ he was cut off by Patrick shushing him. “Shh, puppy. You’re okay.” He whispered, tilting Henry’s chin up to make eye contact. He wiped away Henry’s tears with his thumb softly.
Henry whimpered and hiccuped, his blue eyes locked onto Patrick’s green ones in the dim light of the lamp in the corner of Patrick’s fucked up bedroom. He was desperate for help, for anything from his bestfriend so he hugged him tightly, feeling the bruises and cuts sting from the contact. “Please..” he whispered.
Patrick sighed and rubbed Henry’s back, smiling down at him and lifting his free hand, messing up Henry’s scruffy mullet. “That’s it, baby. I’m here, daddy will always be here for you. Always and forever.” He murmured, he knew Henry had father issues, and he was glad to act as a father for his bestfriend despite their cruel personalities.
Henry froze and slowly lifted his head, meeting Patrick’s eyes before bursting out into tears, clawing at Patrick’s back desperately and starting to shake. “Daddy!.. please! Hold me!” He cried out, his inner child coming out. Something rare for the usual tough and hard Henry Bowers. Patrick smiled gently and kissed the top of Henry’s head. “Shh, honey. You’re safe in Daddy’s arms.” He said, patting Henry’s butt.
The blonde whimpered and looked up at him with tears and love, his lips trembling as he spoke quietly: “Daddy.. I.. I..” he tried to speak before Patrick pressed a gentle, loving kiss to those plush lips. The kiss intimate yet sweet and caring. Henry whimpered into it and kissed back softly, his eyes closing as he rolled on his back, Patrick getting on top and pulling away from him, smiling down at the flushed boy. “There’s my sweet boy.” He said.
“..Patrick..” Henry whispered before cupping Patrick’s cheeks, kissing him deeply again, this time it was full of tears and need for him. Patrick was more than happy to give Henry whatever he needed, and right now? It was a caregiver and a “daddy.” He sighed softly and poked Henry’s cheeks and sat up, opening his arms again. “Come to me, little one.” He said, his expression softening as he watched Henry crawl into his lap and cling to him like a baby.
“There he is, such a good boy for me, hm? My sweet little boy.” Patrick said quietly as he hugged Henry tightly, lifting his shirt off and rubbing the bruised flesh on Henry’s back. Henry sighed contentedly and leaned into Patrick’s chest, his eyes closing as he felt sleep slowly take over him. “Mm.. daddy.. don’t go, okay..?” He murmured against Patrick’s shirt. All he needed right now was Patrick’s love, his scent, his touch, just.. Patrick. His “father.”
Patrick smiled down at his friend and cupped his cheeks, wiping any more tears. “No, baby. Daddy won’t go anywhere. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, hm? My little one is safe, always.” Henry visibly relaxed at that, he tilted his head, leaning into Patrick’s touch and smiling up at him. “Mmf.. okay, daddy.” He sighed and closed his eyes, letting sleep overshadow his worries and pain.
Patrick huffed softly as the boy fell asleep. He pushed Henry away gently and tucked him in under many blankets and pillows, keeping his boy cozy. He had never been so soft with anyone before, and he hated it.. but with Henry.. it was like he was destined to be his missing father figure. “Sweet dreams, honey.” He said.