“Seven minutes in heaven” — (Henry Bowers x Reader)
The party's already loud, crowded, messy someone's idea of fun.
You're not even planning to play until someone drags you into the circle anyway. The bottle spins, clinking against the floor, everyone leaning in. When it lands on you first, there's already a reaction people whistling, calling out. Then it spins again.
And lands on Henry. The whole room goes off.
Loud teasing, someone laughing like they already know this is about to be a disaster. Henry just shakes his head, muttering something under his breath, but he's already looking at you. "Yeah, yeah, real funny," he snaps at them but he still gets up.
As you both walk toward the closet, the Bowers gang is immediately on him Victor grinning, Belch shoving his Shoulder, Patrick just watching. "Don't screw it up," Belch says. Henry flips him off without even turning around.
The door shuts, and everything muffles. Outside is still loud, but in there it's quieter. For a second, he just stands there like he's deciding something. Then he looks at you, "You gonna make this weird, or?" You don't step back. If anything, you hold his gaze like you're daring him to do something first. That's what does it. He steps in the kiss isn't soft. It's quick, a little rough around the edges.
There's a brief pause after, both of you are still close, breathing a little heavier than before. No awkward apology.
No backing off. Just that same tension, stronger now. From outside, the banging starts.
"Time's ticking!" "Yall alive in there or what?" Henry rolls his eyes but he doesn't move right away. Like he's not in a rush to open that door.
When you finally step out, the room immediately reacts again. Louder this time. Victor's the first to say something, "you finally got kissed by a girl" grinning like he's been waiting for it. Belch laughs, shoving Henry again. Even Patrick looks a little more interested now.
Henry just brushes past them, acting like it meant nothing. "Shut up," he mutters when they start in on him. But he keeps glancing at you. Not obvious but just quick little looks, like he's checking if you're reacting the same way that everyone else is.

















