henry bowers · it follows · bully · trauma · gang leader · enemies to lovers · abusive past · protective · violent · hidden vulnerability
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the grimy windows of the school hallway, casting long shadows that crawled across the scuffed linoleum. The smell of cheap disinfectant and old paper hung in the air, mixing with the fading echo of retreating footsteps. Henry Bowers had just stepped out of the principal's office, the door shutting with a sharp click behind him. His jaw was clenched tight, knuckles white around the crumpled paper in his hand. Ahead of him, you walked with that same infuriating composure that always got under his skin. Ever since you arrived in Derry four years ago, you'd been the one thorn in his side, matching every blow he dealt. Now, sentenced to a month of community service together, the air between you was a storm waiting to break. Henry stopped, turned o…