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Years Go By (2019! Richie Tozier x Bowers! Reader)

2017

The night they all got the call from Mike they had all felt that familiar dread loom over them. The thought of what had happened 27 years ago made some of them sick. They didn't want to relive it, the trauma, it was too much.

Richie Tozier however, found himself sitting just outside the hotel he would be staying at until the childhood fear was gone for good. He ran a hand through his dark curls, he would need a shower as soon as he settled in. He exited the car and grabbed his suitcase, knowing he had some time before he met up with the others at the chinese resturaunt.

Richie entered the small hotel, hearing the light 'ding' of the bell. The woman at the desk looked up from her book and gave a wide smile.

"Why hello there! How may I help you today?" She asked him, standing to her feet. Richie walked up to the desk and set down his suitcase.

"Hey uh, I'm here to hopefully to get a room for.. maybe a night or two? I'm not entirely sure how long." He stated. The woman nodded and grabbed the sign in book.

"Alright, sir. And your name?"

"Richie Tozier."

The woman looked up for a moment before weiting down his name and closing the book. Richie seemed a bit off ever since he received the call, not that anyone could blame him if they had seen what he had been through. Sure, he was a successful comedian but even a goofy smile wouldn't cover up the uneasy fear in his eyes.

"Alright, I'll be putting you in Room 237. I can show you to your room, if you'd like?" The woman turned and grabbed the key from the wall, turning back to meet Richie's eyes. The man nodded, seemingly not wanting to talk much. He just wanted to be in the room alone for a bit.

"Yes, I think that'd be nice.." He said, grabbing his suitcase. The woman nodded and walked from behind the desk. She gestured him to follow her as she walked to the stairs, walking just a few feet in front of him. As she walked up the stairs, Richie kept his eyes on the floor beneath him rather then looking up to accidently see up her shirt.

"You're a long ways home, Mr. Tozier. What's the occasion?" She asked him, grabbing his attention. Richie gave a light chuckle. He was positive that no one in Derry watched tv much, they were always stuck in the past. It surprised him to know that someone knew where he was from.

"Oh, just a reunion, ya know? Old friends wanting to get together, I couldn't turn them down."

"Oh? I thought you were going on tour soon?" The woman stopped at the top of the stairs and waited from him to catch up with her. Richie shrugged.

"I guess you could say that these friends are more important.. they're the best friends I ever had." Richie looked to meet the women's eyes.

"Even leaving the wife at home?" She asked. Richie gave a nervous chuckle, shaking his head.

"Oh, no.. I'm not married.." He assured, showing that he had no wedding band. The woman smirked.

"Well isn't that a treat?" She continued walking down the hall until she reached a room. She paused when she noticed that the door was open and the room service cart was sitting just outside the door. Richie was at first confused till he heard the woman give an annoyed sigh. "I apologize, do you mind waiting out here for a moment?" She turned to the comedian, a forced smile on her lips. Richie shook his head.

"Not at all.." With that the woman entered the room, leaving the door opened further than before. Richie stood by the door, leaning in and sneaking a peek to what was going on. He saw the woman at the desk walk up to a woman in a pastel uniformed dress, with an apron tied around her waist. Ah yes, house keeping. It seemed to appear that she was either running behind on the rooms or she was in the wrong room.

"(Y/N) Bowers.. I hope you won't be too much longer in here. There's a man outside waiting to use this room.." The woman that greeted Richie, her cheery voice suddenly blunt. Richie's brows furrowed. Did he hear that name right? Bowers. That name made Richie nervous. He knew that name. Until recently, (Y/N) had been slower than usual, lacking the enthusiasm she had once. Not that anyone would've liked her job, she cleaned after people and was ordered around. She was the hotel maid, what fun was that?

"Oh. I'm sorry, Holly. I'll just be a few minutes longer. All I need to do is change the sheets and wipe down the windows to the balcony. I shouldn't take too long if he doesn't mind waiting here.." The maid explained. Holly gave another sigh, rubbing her temples. (Y/N) didn't know why she was so uptight. Sure, she was running the hotel when the boss wasn't around but rarely anyone came to Derry and stayed the night. That wasn't the kind of place it was.

"This really is unacceptable. I'll just take him to a different room." Holly went to turn and walk out but stopped when she noticed Richie standing in the door way.

"I don't mind waiting.. honestly, I don't want to cause trouble and I'd rather settle in now than wait for a different room when she's almost done.." He said, giving Holly a smirk. Holly quickly covered the annoyed look with a smile, it was too forced.

"I have no problem giving you another room, Mr. Tozier. In fact, for this little.. incident, I'd be more than happy to give you the suite. You are a celebrity after all." (Y/N) looked up from what she was doing and met eyes with Richie. Tozier. Richie Tozier. "And you know what they say, 'Stars Never Pay'." Holly chuckled. He didn't understand why she was smothering herself up to him but it was getting uncomfortable quickly. Richie gave a nervous chuckle.

"Thank you but I think I'll just take this one. Plus I'll have a bit of company before I have to leave for dinner." Richie looked towards the maid who seemingly looked shocked he was talking about her. Holly looked back at the maid and pushed down the urge to protest. She simply nodded.

"Of course." She handed him the key. Her cheery facade dropping. "If you have any concerns or needs, feel free to contact the front desk. I'll be more than happy to help you." She gave a short smile before exiting the room, leaving the comedian and the maid alone.

"I promise I won't take too much time here, I'm just running behind scedule today.." (Y/N) said as she started changing the sheets to the bed, rolling the dirty ones up and laying them on the floor. Richie set his suit case on the vanity and leaned up against the wall.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind a bit.." He stated, watching her as she put fresh sheets on and tucked them in. "So.. Bowers.. You wouldn't happen to have been related to Henry Bowers." The comedian read the look on the maid's face. The name made her uneasy too.

"He was my older brother.." She stood up straight and the two kept their eyes on each other. "Were you.. one of the kids he hurt?" She asked, her fingers playing with her apron. Richie slightly shrugged and nodded.

"I mean.. yeah, I am.. he deffinantly tried to kill us a while back.." He rubbed the back of his neck as though he was embarrased. The subject was completely awkward. (Y/N) bit her lip as though looking for something to change the subject. There was nothing that would have fixed the awkward silence. "How has he been? Is he.. still with us?" Richie didn't want to flat out ask if the childhood bully that literally pulled the rope from the well, trapping them down there was dead or alive. Not that he would've cared if the son of a bitch was rotting six feet under but for the sake of his sister.. perhaps it wasn't rude to ask if the man was alive and doing well. (Y/N) nodded, grabbing the dirty sheets.

"Still at the institution.. after he killed those kids.. I think he'll live his remaining days in there.." She stated, walking towards the cart that stood outside. Richie nodded.

"Well that's good." He shook his head. "Not that he's, ya know, locked up forever but that.. well, I mean.. fuck, um.. well, he's alive.. so.. that's good.. for you, I mean. Cause he's.. your brother.." Richie fumbled his words, making the situation almost unbearable to watch. (Y/N) seemed to get what he meant and chuckled. "Gosh I'm making things really awkward for you.. it's just.. funny to see you again.."

"Funny?" The maid set the sheets in the cart and turned to Richie, a confused expression on her face.

"Not funny.. um, nice? I don't know.. it's been 27 years since we last saw each other.."

1989

(Y/N) stood on her front porch as the coroners wheeled her father out on a gurnee, wrapped up in a body bag. Her father didn't make a sound when he died at the hands of his oldest, Henry. He bled to death on his recliner while his ten year old daughter played with her imaginary friend; Bob Grey, upstairs. Butch didn't think too much of it. His daughter was upstairs, his son outside with his friends. He had a rough day and needed a nap. He didn't know he would wake up to a switch blade in his neck while his son stood above him, no words or even eye contact. It's like it wasn't even Henry.

The police soon found Henry. They arrested him when he tried coming back home to his younger sister, saying nonsense and doing all he could to reach for her. The police didn't let him get 5 feet from her before they took him down. Henry was screaming about the murders of the missing children and how he wasn't finished. He promised he would come back for his sister. He promised.

Not too far from the scene were the kids who belonged to the Loser's club. (Y/N) looked over to see them coming from the barrens. They were roughed up and she remembered the stuttering one was carrying a yellow rain coat that one of her classmates use to wear. She remembered his name being George, but everyone always called him Georgie. He had gone missing around 6 months ago. She kinda missed him in class. He was kind, not like the other rowdy boys in her grade. They shared recess often with each other. He was a friend.

(Y/N) made eye contact with the dark haird boy with the thick frames. Ah yes, the trash mouth. She use to hear about him from Henry often when his friends were over. Talking about how to broke his glasses after having them for a week or that he tripped him into the jewish geek during lunch. She never understood her brother's hatred for those kids. They were just kids. What was so damn special about them that he needed to hurt them so much?

"I wonder what's going to happen to her.." Stan said, his hands by his side. Richie shrugged, taking his eyes away from her.

"Foster home.." He was right. She had no other family that wanted to deal with an orphan, especially one that came from a domestic household.

"S-Surely s-s-she has o-other family that at-will tak-k-ke her.." Bill held the rain coat close to his chest as he watched paramedics approach the girl. Eddie shook his head.

"It's so fucked up..none of this should happen to her." He was angry about the situation. No one should have to go to foster care. Richie never had to experience it but he might as well have. Sure his parents were still around, but were they really?

"There's nothing that we can do for her.." Beverly looked down at the ground, she couldn't look. She was lucky to not go to foster care, that she would be living with her aunt soon. It didn't help knowing that Henry would face punishment for his crimes, but so would the young girl that had nothing to do with him. They didn't see her after that day.

2017

"It has been a while.. I barely remember much of that day.." (Y/N) walked over to the doors to the balcony, spray bottle and a rag in her hand. "The day I found my father in his recliner, a hole in his neck and blood seeping into the carpet.. " She prayed the door and began wiping the smudges of the glass." The day that child care came and took me to some random building and there I had to start a new life..going to a different house almost every year. New faces. New lives.. My life was shitty before but Christ.. I had family that loved me at least.." The maid gave a scoff as she finished the doors, turning to Richie with a pained look in her eyes. Richie stood in silence, returning the pained look. He understood it. The lack of any parental love. The absence of them and having to find some way to get by. He had felt her pain before.

(Y/N) realized that she had to ranting about her life to someone that was basically a complete stranger. Her brother bullied him for years, even tried to kill him and she's the one talking about a rough childhood. She lowered her head and started making a B line for the door.

"I'm all done in here, sir. Spare towels are in the cabinet below the sink. Have a good day." She was just about to leave when Richie started chasing after her.

"Now hang on a sec." He stood in front of her cart, his hands taking a hold of it, preventing her from going forward. She seemed shocked that he stopped her, and far more shocked that she was letting him. Richie found himself speechless, he had nothing planned to say after he stopped her. So here, they stood in another awkward silence. "I.. uh.."

"Yes..?"

"Okay so.. I didn't have anything planned after chasing you down but.. uh.. Why are you here..?" He asked, his brows furrowed. The maid seemed confused.

"Um, I work here..?"

"Yeah but why in Derry.. what the fuck made you want to come back here?" Richie shook his head, a bit frustrated with himself. (Y/N) gave him a sly look.

"What made you want to come back to Derry?" She asked, flipping the question. "I figure a famous comedian wouldn't want to come back to a town that barely exsists.."

"I have specifically different reasons.." He slight alifted his chin up as though to avoid really answering. She wouldn't believe it. The maid arched a brow.

"Exactly.." She pulled her cart from Richie, making him stumble. "Maybe I'll answer your question over coffee, um, tomorrow at 10?" She smirked, pushing her cart past Richie. The comedian was taken back at first but caught on quickly. He didn't see the Bowers sister much of a 'date' type of girl. But she clearly saw something in him and frankly, he was attracted to the thought of coffee with her.

"Tomorrow at 10 then.." He backed up into the door way and felt the corners of his lips turn upward. Was he really going to have coffee with Bowers? He watched the maid continue down the hall, the rolling of the wheels filling the empty silence.

Richie went back into his room and closed the door, shaking his head and taking a moment to take it in. Yeah, she just asked him on a date. There's a difference between having coffee.. and having coffee. Richie looked in the mirror and scoffed to himself.

The others weren't gonna believe him..

(Deffinantly will need a part two and maybe part three if this story really goes anywhere, we'll just have to see!)

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