Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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Stiles and Hayley walked down the school corridor. The conversations muttering around them distant in their ears. All that was replaying was Deaton's words, over and over in their heads until they practically had them memorised.
Stiles was terrified. He didn't like the familiar emotion. He was terrified for Scott, for his dad, for Hayley. Everyone he cared for, whisked away in a world of problems. He wanted to do something- anything just to help. He glanced at his girlfriend, sighing. There was no way out of it, out of her having to destroy the Darach but that's all he wished for.
He stopped walking, Hayley too after realising. She turned to him to see Stiles already looking at her but she couldn't read his emotion. Stiles closed the gap between them, capturing his lips in her own. Hayley sighed, her hands wrapping round his neck as his went onto her cheeks.
He pulled back and leant his forehead against hers, having to crane his head down to do so. Hayley's eyes fluttered open and she looked into his, whispering, "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining or anything."
Stiles chuckled, his breath fanning across her face as he did so, "I- Just. I'm enjoying the moments I can with you, Hayley. I'm terrified for you, I don't want to even imagine, I just I can't lose you."
His eyes were welling up with tears as he thought of all that could go wrong. All Stiles wanted to do was wrap Hayley up in bubble wrap and protect her from this world. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. He knew Hayley, the girl always put others before herself and this wouldn't be any different. He had to accept it was going to happen as much as he wished otherwise.
Hayley placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away a teardrop with her thumb. "Stiles." He looked up at her, "You won't lose me. Everything will sort out in the end, it always does." She wasn't sure she trusted her own words but what else was there to say. They needed hope, just something.
Stiles pulled her into a hug. He rested his head on Hayley's and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He heard someone student wolf whistle at the couple and felt himself laugh as Hayley stuck out her middle finger at the guy, still not letting go of her boyfriend.
She felt Stiles' phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to give it him. He opened it, reading the text whoever had sent. Stiles licked his lips, his hands shaking slightly. His happy expression faltering, "Stiles. What is it?" Hayley asked in concern.
Stiles kept blinking, trying to hold back tears, "It's from Isaac." He paused, staring at the phone. He looked as if he was struggling to put a sentence together, "Jennifer, she... She has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now."
Stiles started visibly shaking a lot worse as he put his phone back. His skin was paling, shaky breaths falling from his lips, laboured and in a panic. "There's still time. We still have time, right?" Hayley asked, her hand on his shoulder as he began spiralling.
