I Love You (S.S)

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I was at Scotts house with the rest of the pack just watching movies and waiting for the pizza to arrive when I felt my phone buzzing over and over again. I pulled out my phone the screen lighting up with texts from my boyfriend asking where I was and I texted him back letting him know that I was at Scotts and he just responded with the rolling eyes emoji. I huffed sliding my phone back into my pocket noticing Stiles staring at me. I've had a crush on Stiles since I can remember but I knew he would never feel the same. 

"He's not a fan of Scott?" Stiles chuckled and I shrugged a tiny smile on my face. 

"Also, not a fan of you." Once that sentence left my mouth Stiles's hand flew to his heart pretending to be hurt by my words. I rolled my eyes getting up once I heard the doorbell ring meaning the pizza was here. Once I was done I got up putting my shoes hearing everyone boo me. 

"Cmon don't go." Lydia begged grabbing my arm trying to pull me back down and I laughed pulling my arm away. 

"I have too, I told Daniel I would go over after Scotts." The pact pouted but let me go anyway. I drove to my boyfriends house my brows furrowing together when seeing a car I didn't recognize in the driveway. The front door was locked so I took out the key to his house unlocking it and making my way upstairs to his room. I reached my arm out to open his door but I heard a quiet moan come from inside. I opened the door and my eyes glowed quickly at the sight in front of me. My boyfriend on top of some girl fucking her. 

"You cheater! We're done!" I yelled throwing the key at him and running out of his house. Once I got to my car I punched my steering wheel in anger and sped home just wanting to eat ice cream and cry. Once I got home I changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants grabbing a tub of Oreo ice cream from the freezer turning Netflix on. I heard a knock on the door and I ignored it thinking it was Daniel. 

"Y/N it's me Stiles." I got up with a blanket wrapped around me and tears staining my cheeks opening the door for Stiles. His face dropped when seeing my condition. He engulfed me in a hug running one of his hands through my hair while the other one was tracing circles on my back. 

"What are you doing here?" I pulled away slightly looking up at my best friend trying not to cry. 

"What did he do?" Stiles caressed my cheek kissing my forehead and I smiled lightly. 

"He cheated on me with some whore." I couldn't hold the tears anymore and I collapsed on the floor with Stiles's arms still around me. He held me close to him kissing my head and playing with my hair letting me cry. He put a finger on my cheek turning my face to look at him. 

"He didn't deserve you. Hell no one in Beacon Hills deserves someone as beautiful and pure as you." 

"Except for one." I said staring into his eyes and placing my hand on his cheek caressing it with my thumb. I saw him glancing from my eyes to my lips and I smiled placing my hand on the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He placed his hands on my waist pulling me on top of him so I was straddling his waist and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I played with the hem of his shirt lifting his shirt over over his head and I started kissing his neck.  

"Y/N" Stiles pulled away breathing heavy resting his forehead against mine. 

"We shouldn't be doing this. You just got out of a relationship like an hour ago." He stood up grabbing his shirt putting it back on and I bit my lip with sadness in my eyes but I wouldn't let him see. I nodded sitting on the edge of my bed playing with my fingers. 

"Hey don't get me wrong I want this, I want it so badly but it's not right to do it now." Stiles rushed out crouching down between my legs grabbing my hands. 

"I understand Stiles. It's okay. Will you just stay the night please?" I smiled when he agreed getting up and laying on my bed with his arms open. I snuggled into him placing my arm around his torso. 

"I love you." Stiles whispered thinking I was already asleep. 

"I love you too Stiles."  

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