𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | stiles stilinski ✔️

five

Harper accepted the mug of hot chocolate from Lydia with a weak smile on her face, hugging the blanket wrapped around her closer to her body. She didn't know why the moths had shaken her up so badly, but she just had a really bad feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, it felt as if she could still fill the flaps of their wings or the scurrying of their legs on her face, touching her nose and her lips and flying into her hair.

"If there's anything else you need, let me know," Lydia told her reassuringly, giving the Empath's shoulder a short squeeze before moving into her bedroom to get changed for bed.

Harper stared at the television in front of her, raising the mug in her hands to her lips. She winced at the heat on her skin but took a few sips anyway, ignoring the way her tongue pleaded her not to. Grabbing the remote controller, Harper switched off the television and stood abruptly, heading over to her phone which was on one of the cabinets at the edge of the living room.

She picked up the device and scrolled through her list of contacts, finding a certain True Alpha's number. She sent it a quick text.

To Scott:
Hey. Can we talk about something?

Not expecting a text for a while, Harper placed her phone back down but jumped when it buzzed five seconds later. She smiled slightly and picked it up, finding a text message from the McCall man himself.

Scott:
Of course. Meet at Golden Phoenix in 30.

Harper frowned slightly at the text message, wondering why the hell Scott wanted to meet her in a Chinese restaurant of all places. She shrugged her shoulders, never being one to turn down Chinese food.

The brunette moved into her bedroom to attempt to make herself look a little more presentable, seeing as they were meeting in a public place.

In fifteen minutes, Harper managed to curl her short hair into waves and apply enough makeup for her to look healthy and not sleep-deprived, shrugging on a burgundy dress and some black boots. After that, she scribbled a note for Lydia and stuck it on her door in case she woke up and Harper still wasn't home.

The Empath took Lydia's car instead of her own, driving into town with the radio playing quietly in the background. She parked the car outside of the restaurant and moved to the door, greeting the waitress with a soft smile.

"Hi. I'm meeting a friend. He probably booked the table under McCall?" Harper spoke sweetly and the woman glanced at the logbook in her hands before nodding.

"Follow me, please."

Harper obeyed the petite woman, following behind and glancing around casually at all of the people enjoying their night. The aroma of food made Harper's stomach grumble slightly, her ears filled with laughter and the sounds of cutlery brushing against each other.

"Right there, ma'am."

The brunette's breath almost knocked out of her lungs when her eyes landed on Scott sat around a round table with Stiles Stilinski of all people.

She visibly winced and moved to duck out of the way to leave the place, but Scott had already looked up, his eyes brightening at the sight of her. A grin was on his face as he waved her over, making Stiles turn around to see who Scott was talking to.

"Fucking asshole," Harper muttered under her breath, knowing for a fact that Scott did this on purpose and that he would hear her with his supernatural hearing.

She forced a smile on her face and thanked the waitress before slowly heading over to the two men, clutching her bag a little tighter than before. Harper didn't miss the way that Stiles' eyes widened or the way he'd glared at Scott as she made her way over, trying to be casual about it but failing miserably.