Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Birthday 17 - Stiles Stilinki

It's my birthday. I blow the candles then... then it turns into something it isn't my birthday. I sit beside my mother and watch my family, talk about so many thing... But not with me, I just keep feeling alone. I can't help myself, even though I want it with everything in me. 

It's hard to feel like shit for a long peridot, you don't know what to do or how to live because you know you are about to reach to the end. Like me... There is nothing you can to but wait for someone to help you.

People wished my happy birthday and all but I can't tear thing feeling off.  

Now I'm sitting at my uncomfortable chair and pretending it's indeed comfortable and purring my feelings out. Loneliness, sadness and all. Wish he was here with me. He isn't here because I made him hate me, I turned their love for me into hate. I fucking did. 

Two Years Ago

I am happy, everyone is happy. " Happy Birthday" people are screaming and laughing. I love my friends and they love me.

When I turn my head, he is there waiting for me, arms out. I smile and run towards him, Stiles. "I love you and I wish you the best birthday ever." I snuggle my head in his chest. He smells me, it is weird but he says my scent helps him calm down. "Love you back."  

I did this, when they wanted to speak and make convos with me I started to give them short answers. I don't know why so please don't ask me why. When they wanted to hang, I said I was busy.

When Stiles wanted go on dates I said I need to clean my room, I need to do my homework, mom or dad needs me. He tried, he knew I was pushing them away. When I said I need to clean my room, he would come and help me. When I said I need to do my homework, he would come and help me finish it... 

The door bell rings, it is 10pm. "Thea, someone is here for you!" I hear my mom yell after little bit chatting with whoever that person was at the door. I make my way towards the door. Seeing him waiting for me, when I look at my mom she smile and mouths "he is here". I look back at him, every little butterfly in my stomach now flies together. He is here even though everything I did to make sure he won't love me no more. He looks back, meeting my gaze with his.

"Hey." He smiles and gestures the back he is holding. "Happy birthday." Mom isn't here anymore, I'm alone with him. "Thank you." I whisper. He doesn't wait for my invite and lets himself in. "Here." I take the blue bag. It's a small one, and it's really light. I move my hand to grip whatever the thing is in the blue bag but he holds my wrist "Not now, open it when I'm not here." 

I wanna hold him and cry, I think I am already crying. He takes one step toward me then stops. "Can I hold you?" I nod, while trying to dry my tears. He holds me in between his arms and smells me, he is still the same. "You smell different?" I chuckle quietly. "I changed my shampoo."

Maybe I can make part 2 but I won't promise. <3 love you all