Can you write a drabble about that Henry have being dumped by Allison and now needs a rebound fuck? Thank you!
It was the fifth night in a row that Henry Pearl entered the diner and plopped himself down into a booth without as much as a sullen glance around. He knew where he was, who was working and that he was welcome to take whatever spot he liked. Lately, it had been the far booth at the back where nobody sat. He wanted to be alone yet somehow accompanied. He wanted to be acknowledged even if he pretended like it didn’t matter to him. Why else would he continue coming to the diner every single night with his broken heart hanging out of his chest?
That’s what you thought, anyway. The boy was already isolated. He needed to come out with his emotions on display for somebody to see.
“I’ll cover Henry tonight,” you said to your co-worker who was busy slacking off since only two out of three regulars were in and one was only having coffee.
You slopped a wet rag you had been dragging over the same spot on the counter into the sink and sighed. Much like the nocturnal artist, you had a way of letting your emotions out for others to see. You decided that he wouldn’t have to spend another long night alone.
Hopping onto the bench opposite his in the booth, you smiled as his eyes shot up. He wasn’t expecting you to just have a seat but there you were, all smiles and warmth. Truth be told, you were getting kind of sick of seeing his pitiful expression every night. It would be better to see him smile.
“Henry,” you hooked his attention with a tone of instant concern.
“I’m gonna need you to do something for me.”
“Uh, um... Well, all right. What is it?”
You paused to gaze at him and your interested eyes made him quirk his head slightly to the side.
“I wanna see you smile tonight.”
And there it was— the first hint of a grin you had seen on his face since last week. But he recovered it quickly and forced himself to turn back into stone.
“Ah! I saw that!” You mused.
“Sorry, I just don’t much feel like smiling tonight, Miss.”
“I’m going to make you smile. I promise you that.”
“Because! I’m used to seeing you come in here and usually sit at the bar and you’re so nice and kind and we really miss you!”
“We?” Henry looked around.
His arms began to move and you imagined he must have been shuffling his hands in his lap. “Why do you miss me? Nobody misses me.”
“I do! And that’s that,” you said.
He wanted to smile at you, he did. But he was nervous about something. You thought it could have been because you were flirting with him and his heart was still interred in thoughts of her returning. Whatever his reason for barriers, you were determined to break them down over the course of the night.
You brought him a slice of warm apple pie with an extra large scoop of vanilla ice cream dolloped right on top of it with a light sprinkling of cinnamon for flare. He blushed when you set it down in front of him and he looked up with wide eyes.
“I didn’t order this,” he told you.
“I know, honey. It’s on the house. Rather... It’s on me.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I told you: I’m going to make you smile tonight.”
He turned back to the heaping plate of pie and watched as soft slices of apple oozed out onto the dish from beneath the golden crust. His stomach growled as the ice cream dripped down and mixed in with the sweet sauce. Apple was his favourite.
“You’re too good for me,” Henry whispered.
You gave him a small curtsy and returned to the back to get a little more cleaning done before your shift was over. If it timed out perfectly the way you thought it might, Henry would just be finishing up his pie by the time you got changed out of your work uniform and apron. You planned on joining him and convincing him to come with you.
It was easier than you thought to get him to accompany you. All you had to do was mention how creepy it was at night walking to your car and he volunteered instantly to walk with you, claiming that no lady should have to feel unsafe just getting to her vehicle.
“Do you need a ride anywhere?” You asked him.
“I was going to walk down to the lake,” he said, covering his long hands with the sleeves of his grey hoodie.
You smiled at him and he smiled back. How could somebody leave a sweet guy like him, you wondered. Henry was certainly growing on you. It was hard not to become enraptured by him. Who wouldn’t have their questions about a tall, lonesome artist that couldn’t go out into the light of day?
“Get in. I’ll take you there.”
He agreed and got into your car after you unlocked the doors. Smirking at the way he had to duck to fit in your car, you gave him a glance over and made certain he felt it.
The ride over was pretty quiet and you didn’t even turn the radio on. But when you arrived at the lip of the lake where the grass sprawled and the water nestled into a thick valley of trees, he had something to say.
“Thanks for being so kind to me. It’s good to know good people still exist.”
“Of course, Henry. I know what it’s like to lose. I also know what it’s like to go through that pain. And to have somebody be nice to you and take care of you is about the best thing anyone could ask for in that state.”
“I didn’t ask but I still really appreciate it.”
“You’re a beautiful person, Henry.”
“Th-thank you,” he flinched.
“Inside and out,” you solidified.
“Do you want to... Uh, y’know?”
“Come here,” you pulled him in by the shoulder and kissed him on his open mouth.
Of course, Henry was surprised at first but it only took a second until he was melting and your hand was sneaking its way into his lap.
“You really want to do this with me?” He asked between breaths.
“Yes, Henry. Sit back,” you reached over and pulled the small lever that would lower the back of his seat.
Henry didn’t expect the adjustment but when he realized the room it would give your hand to roam he relaxed and melted back into the seat, chewing his lip and watching your movement.
“Is this okay?” You asked against the angle of his jaw.
Kissing him deeply, you swirled your tongue around his and hummed pleasantly.
“You’re going to make a mess of me,” Henry admitted.
“That’s okay, honey. I don’t leave my messes for others to clean up. I’ll take good care of you.”
