Stiles' eyes fluttered open, he recognised the beeping and clean scent of a hospital and stirred in his bed. He lay on his back when Lydia came through the door.
"Hey." She smiled at him. He couldn't smile back at her. He felt happy that she was here.
She looks at him and she only sees the two of them, but he looks at her and his broken world fixes itself before his eyes.
She smiles and that's all he needs. She breathes and that's all he needs. Lydia. Lydia Martin... that's all he needs.
She sits down on the seat next to his bed and he sits upright for her.
"How're you feeling?" She asks him, define the seat closer so she's only an arms length away.
"Better now." He tells her whilst keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.
He can't shake this feeling. Not anymore. He can't get rid of it and right now it's all rising to the surface.
"Good." He stays staring at her, not saying a thing. "What are you doing?" He keeps his eyes locked on hers.
"Admiring art."
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Lydia helps Stiles get up to go back home. She decides to let him stay at her house since she'll be there if anything happens.
They get to hers and she sets the suitcase she got for him and packed with all of his things. She felt excited about Stiles staying here with her. With him so close... she couldn't stop thinking about him.
"Can I go take a walk?" He asks her.
"Sure. Do you want me to come too?" She replies.
"No. I'll be okay. Thank you for letting me stay here."
Stiles had been gone for an hour and she was starting to get worried. She threw on her black jacket and walked outside to the full moon shining from behind a cloud, illuminating it to make it grey. As she breathed while walking she noticed she was able to see her breath as a small cloud of mist hovering over her mouth then spreading into the cold autumn breeze.
She noticed Stiles' silhouette standing near the tree looking out at the moon. He didn't look at her as she walked over. He stood with his hands in his jacket pocket. His eyes shone with the moon beaming onto his caramel eyes.
She couldn't help but notice how handsome the light made him look. It shone onto half of his face, leaving the other half in darkness. Suddenly, he spoke.
"This will probably sounds stupid and I won't even know what I'm saying, but you know when you just want to get lost? As if you want someone then to come find you? You feel like you're screaming but no one can hear you. You're crying out for someone to notice that everything isn't as perfect and as happy as it seems but no one hears it. You want someone to hug you because maybe you don't need a reason, you just need it. You'd be surprised how much I'm up at two in the morning because I can't sleep because I'm thinking about everything that's happened. I'm thinking about my mom smiling at me and telling me that everything will be okay. The reason I wanted to be an actor so bad is so that I can convince people that I'm okay."
He takes a deep breath and starts again,
"The truth is that I hate who I am, but it's only now that I realise that the time that we finally decide to accept ourselves for who we are it's already time for us to go. When someone tells me to 'cheer up' they don't get that I've been trying to cheer up for years and it's never worked... until I met you."
Her heart stopped when he said the last four words. They kept replaying in her mind. What does that mean?
She didn't wait for the answer. She held onto the back of his head to pull him closer as her hands wrapped around the back of the neck into a passionate kiss. He blinked, startled, then gently kissed her back with his hands on her face.
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Faking It ➵ Stydia
Fanfiction"Today's your lucky day, red-head. You get to kiss me." He told her with a smug look on his face. "No way in hell would I ever want to kiss you." She walks to the door then turns around and says, "it's strawberry blonde." Stiles Stilinski, a new com...
