Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Fifty Seven- Out Loud

Scott withdrew his claws and allowed himself to calm down. He looked down at Stiles, his arm up ready to protect himself from the raging werewolf, and was upset that he let the anger come forth within him. Stiles noticed that he was calming down and put his arm down, Scott taking a seat beside him.

"You're in love with her?"

Finally admitting out loud, Stiles bit back his emotions and nodded his head. His best friend beside him loudly sighed and looked at his hands, blood dripping from them. Stiles' blood.

"I don't know what got in to me-"

"I know." Stiles interjected before he could say what he expected him to. The two boys sat there, without their glue, in silence. They both were thinking about what they could do to change things, fix things with Rosie. Wondering that if tonight would have never happened, would she ever know what they were thinking?

Scott had memories of the two flush into his mind, reflecting on the past. Wondering if Rosie could ever forgive him. Both of them. Like she said, they were the trio. He then thought of what Stiles had said before Scott was going to rip him apart.

"Dude, I didn't know you loved her." Finally, the silence cracked open into fresh conversation.

"Yeah." Stiles replied bluntly, looking ahead at the space where Rosie once was. "Have been for some time now. Surprised you didn't notice."

"I just- just thought that you liked her. Like a crush. Never in a million years did I think that you were in love with her." He put his arm onto Stiles' shoulder. "She probably doesn't know either. You know that right? Shes more oblivious than me."

The two chuckled at his lighthearted comment but it soon faded as they both acknowledged the events which faltered each of their relationships with Rosie. As they did so, Stiles jumped up quickly, flinching at the pain which Scott had caused him while he walked towards his beloved, now dented, jeep.

"What are you doing?"

"What I should have done ages ago." He pulled open the drivers door to the jeep, swinging it open in the process before getting in. "Don't you need a lift home?"

*

Since leaving them, Rosie had decided to drive home instead of heading to a friends home like Lydias or Allisons. Lydia had too much on her plate and Allison, well she was dating someone part of the problem and no matter how much she hated him right now, she wanted Scott and Allison to stay together. For Allison made him happy.

As soon as she entered her home, she broke down until her mother found her. Lying on the floor in the living room. An outsider would see that it was just a girl crying in her mothers arms after having her heart broken, but it was much more different. Especially when her brother was one of the reasons it had shattered inside her.

Melissa had never seen her daughter so broken. Not even when her father left them. Before her eyes, she saw her daughters world crumble at the young age of 16. Tonight was the first night in years that she had to put Rosie to bed.

While she heard Rosies soft whimpers as she sent herself to sleep, Melissa sat outside her daughters bedroom door on the floor, as if guarding it. So when she heard a pair footsteps entering her house, she stood up with bravery rushing through her veins, ready to stop them.

"Mum its just us its okay." Scott spoke out in the darkness, unaware Rosie had come home at all or told their mother anything. "Is she in?"

"No, you do not get to speak to her right now." Her hand went up in front of him to stop him from going near the door. 

"What?"

"She didn't tell me what you two did. She was too devastated. But she didn't need to. No one does that to my daughter." Though it was dark, you could see the anger radiated off of her hurt face. "And you Stiles. She really liked you, you know. And you betrayed her."

Although he was not his mother, Stiles felt as if he was in fact getting told off by his mother. Like he used to. His head dropped, knowing that he wasn't going to get to tell her after all.

Scott had even tried to push past his mother to barge into Rosies room but had no luck. After the third try he broke down into his mother arms, symmetrical to what Rosie had done earlier. His sobs were loud as he cried for forgiveness. For both of the adolescent boys, hope entered them again as the door to Rosies bedroom opened.

Through the crack of it, you could see her puffy red eyes and mascara stains upon her once beautiful face. Her eyes lulled over her brother in his mothers arms and Stiles who had distanced himself from them.

"I told them they couldn't talk to you-" Melissa started as she kept her son in her arms.

"Its fine. Actually I wanted to speak to Stiles." Each of the McCalls looked at Stiles. Surprised that Rosie even wanted to talk to him once more, after everything. He nodded and walked past Scott and his mother, his body shaking nervously.

Rosie closed the door behind him, hearing retreating footsteps as the rest of her family walked away, giving the two some privacy. Stiles sat on the edge of her bed and felt as if he was at an appointment of some sort.

"Do you want to talk first or me?" Stiles asked, cutting the tension in the room with a knife. He watched her stand facing the wall after closing the door, sighing loudly as she gained courage to turn to him.

"What happened to your face?"

"Scott, sort of lashed out. He thought he lost you." His hand caressed the cut on his eyebrow while explaining what happened. Rosie let her eyes focus on it for a moment before walking past him to stand by her nightstand.

"You know, it was different with you. It wasn't like some stupid childhood crush. It was different." She spoke with her back to him until she willed herself to turn around, to face him. "I once thought we were in the same boat but yet now I realize that we never were in the same one. Instead mine was sinking while yours was sailing around the world."

"It wasn't like that. Its still isnt." He stood up and tried to help her see his side of the story. "I never thought you was capable of that. I thought that this could be your explanation you've been searching for-"

"Its funny because I saw something like this coming, the breaking of my heart, yet I stayed, hoping for a different ending."

"But its not ending. I don't want it to end. That's what I came here to tell you actually." Taking her hand in his and thankfully, she did not pull away but instead looked deeply into his eyes. The eyes she had fallen for so long ago. "I think I'm..."

Again, he couldn't bring himself to say it. After all the hyping up he had internally done over the past week or so to tell her, meant nothing when he was here in the moment. In front of her.

"What?" Her voice barely above a whisper as she showed no emotion. No anger, no sadness. Just numb. Seeing this, Stiles knew he had to say it. Now or never.

"Im in love with you."

Rosie blinked heavily and actually smiled. A reaction Stiles did not entirely expect but the one he hoped for. She moved closer to him but removed her hands from his to place them on his cold, tear stained face.

As she closed the space between them, Stiles began to close his eyes. Thinking he was dreaming as the girl he loved was about to kiss him after everything. After all he had done she still wanted to feel his touch on his lips.

Once her breath was felt on his face she did not kiss him but instead moved her head closer to his ear as she whispered the worst thing that Stiles could have heard tonight. The thing which would break his already broken heart. The heart he would give up for her.

"Too late."