Old Friends {Sting x Reader AU}

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Sting went home late that night, but would be back early in the morning. He said he would help you unpack, and for that you were thankful. It was the weekend so he didn't have school, so he could stay as long as he wanted.

At around nine in the morning, he was already knocking on the door. You were in the kitchen with your mother. You sat at the island counter drinking a cup of coffee in your pajamas when your mom made her way to the door and opened it. There was Sting and Weisslogia at the door.

"Good morning you two!" Your mom smiled. "Come in!"

Your mom and Weisslogia hugged at the door for a few seconds, as Sting would rush over to you and hug you, for much longer than your parents hugged for. You rested your head against his shoulder, and it was extremely comfortable for you.

"I see nothing has changed for the both of you." Your mother laughed. "But be careful."

You knew what she meant.

"Yeah, be careful, Sting." Weisslogia said.

Sting knew what he had meant.

"Let me help you unpack." Sting smiled at you, ignoring his father.

"Okay." You smiled at him. You got down from your chair and headed up the stairs to your old room. The only think that was set up were pieces of furniture. The bed, the dresser, and the vanity. Any posters, photos and any wall decor wasn't set up set. And hopefully that would be what Sting was going to help you with.

You got up to your room and Sting followed you in, and slowly shut the door behind him. "Wow, I haven't been up here in years." Sting laughed a bit.

"I haven't either, dummy." You laughed with him. "It feels so weird."

"Weird how?" He asked. Sitting donw on the bed.

"I dunno. Like... this is my childhood bedroom, I never thought I'd see it again." You shrugged, and then sat down next to him.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Sting said lowly. You bit your lower lip and looked away from him slightly.

"I thought the same. But when mom told me we were moving back I was so happy, but scared." You explained.

"Scared? Why?"

"I was worried about what your reaction would be. If you would even remember me."

"Of course I would remember my wife." He laughed and nudged you. You laughed too, and then stood up.

"Let's get unpacking, yeah?"

"Sounds good."

You would start unpacking, giving Sting the box with all the pictures you had framed. When he looked through the box there were many frames with many different people, but the one at the bottom of the box caught his attention. It was the only one bubbles wrapped. He took it out and unwrapped it, and it was a photo of you and him, the same one he had in his room.

He smiled at it, feeling a sense of comfort knowing you didn't go a single day without seeing his face while you were gone. You didn't hear any noise from him while you were hanging up wall decor, and you looked at him. You saw him looking at a picture with a smile, and you assumed which one it was.

"That was one of my favorite memories with you." You told him.

"One of mine too. I have the same picture." He chuckled a bit, and placed it gently off to the side.
Soon enough, Sting was helping you hang things up in your room, and helping you decorate.

"It's starting to look really good." You smiled, looking around your room.

"Yeah, it does." He responded, but then felt a tightening in his stomach, due to the question he wanted to ask you. "Y/n, who was that guy from last night?"