A Collection Of Stydia One Shots

God forbid you, Lydia Martin.

Lydia was tucked up tightly in her purple duvet. She had swapped her usual choice of nightwear, shorts and a tank top, for a warmer and cozier option; her giraffe onesie. She had her arms wrapped around her memory foam pillows with the duvet pulled up to her chin. She sniffled quietly, desperately trying to get to sleep.

It was 11am on a Tuesday morning. She was supposed to be in school but she barely got an hour sleep the previous night due to her horrendous hay-fever. Her mom was cool with her taking the day off to recover and she was too; her grades were perfect.

"I'm heading off to work now sweetie, call me if you need anything. There is some food downstairs if you feel up to eating and some hay-fever tablets in the cupboard too." Natalie said quietly, popping her head round the door to Lydia's bedroom.

"Thanks mom." Lydia whispered.

Natalie closed the door quietly and Lydia heard her walk downstairs and out the front door. She had shut her eyes tightly and pulled the duvet up tighter when she heard her phone vibrate from the stand at the right of her bed. She sighed gently and ignored it, too comfortable to move. It then vibrated more, a different pattern which Lydia knew was someone ringing her rather than texting. She ignored it again.

The phone eventually stopped vibrating, after several rounds texts and calls, but just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard a loud bang on her window, causing her to shoot up from her bed. Minutes later, someone was climbing through, into her bedroom. Lydia rubbed her eyes and looked toward the window. Before she got a chance to see who it was, the person fell to the floor with a large thump.

"Stiles." Lydia said groggily, realising it was him; who else did she know to be so clumsy?

"Lydia." He replied, standing up and brushing his clothes off.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, annoyed.

"You weren't at school, I was worried." He replied, putting his hands in his jean pockets. Lydia reached over for her phone. Of course it was Stiles who had sent her 5 texts and 3 calls.

"I'm not well, feel like crap." She said, falling back onto the bed. Stiles kicked his shoes off, putting them to the edge of the room, and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders. After folding it across the back of her desk chair, he began looking through her DVD shelf.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I'm ditching school to stay here with you and help you feel better." He said, pulling The Notebook out of the shelf. Lydia smiled at his choice.

"Thank you." She said simply, smiling. He looked up and smiled back before putting the DVD in the box and clicking play. He walked over to the red futon situated in the corner of the room and sat down.

"You're not gonna make me feel much different sat 10 metres away from me." Lydia stated, gesturing for him to join her in the bed.

"If you pass your illness on to me, God forbid you, Lydia Martin." He smirked as he made his way over to join her. She budged up to give him room and he climbed in, pulling the duvet firmly over both of them. Lydia leaned into him gently, silently asking whether it was okay or not, and Stiles wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She took this as 'it's okay' and wrapped her arm around his torso. He smiled and stroked her hair.

They stayed like that for the entirety of the movie, occasionally shifting their legs to detangle from each others but then to only tangle back up. And when the movie ended, Lydia was sleeping peacefully with her head on Stiles' chest. He didn't want to wake or disturb her, so he, too, fell asleep.