𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | stiles stilinski ✔️

eleven

Beep! Beep!

A groan fell past Harper's lips as she turned over in bed, managing to become even further tangled in the bedsheets. Her eyes blinked open when the beeping of her mobile phone didn't stop. They felt dry and achy, most likely due to some of the crying she'd done last night.

Not only was she stressed about the current situation, but she was worried about Allison, and Scott didn't seem to particularly like her right now.

In an attempt to shut the beeping off, Harper's hand extended from her nest to smack down on the screen. For a second she thought she'd pressed decline until she heard the familiar, muffled voice of Stiles. She grabbed the device and put it on speaker, groaning out a greeting.

"Were you still asleep?" Stiles' judgemental voice came from the other end.

Harper yawned, rolling over. "Mhm. Sup?"

"I have news. I'm outside your apartment building right now," Stiles spoke.

The brunette seemed to jump alive at the sentence, her body lurching from its mini coma as she frantically looked around her. It was like one of those moments where you think it's the weekend but it's actually a school day and you have ten minutes until the first period. Harper gripped the phone tighter as she flung her legs out of the bed and moved into the bathroom.

She almost gasped at the sight of herself in the mirror. "Um," she spoke awkwardly down the phone, "Let me quickly brush my teeth and stuff. Let yourself in, the door should be unlocked."

"The door's unlocked?" Stiles didn't sound too pleased, "Please don't tell me you actually left the door unlocked when people are out getting murdered."

"People?" Harper repeated, frowning at the plural.

Stiles sighed, "That's kind of what I have to talk to you about."

Harper's heart skipped a beat and she nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see her. "Right. I'll be as quick as possible."

The brunette hung up before she took a look at the bird's nest on her head with a small pout. Her brown eyes were rimmed red from crying and she honestly looked out of it, like a character in a movie who was moments away from becoming a zombie.

Harper grabbed her toothbrush from the pot and began to scrub at her teeth, meanwhile stalking around the bathroom in the hunt for her face wash. She found the pink tube by the bathtub and grabbed it, finishing up with her teeth before spitting out the paste and hurriedly working on making her skin look more presentable.

She moisturised her skin and it already looked healthier, but she had more work to do. Throwing her hair into a ponytail for the second day in a row, the Empath put on some rosy lip balm and some BB cream alongside a coat or two of light mascara.

Harper looked like nothing had ever happened.

As she opened the bathroom door, she gasped when she came face to chest with a man on the other side. Stiles jumped back from where he'd been about to knock on the door, his hazel eyes widening at the short woman. Harper forced a laugh and grabbed his arm, squeezing it.

"It's okay, I'm not naked," Harper reassured him as she moved over to her wardrobe and grabbed out a denim dress.

Stiles took one glance at the tiny pyjama shorts and tank top she was wearing and thought that she might as well be. He almost blushed at the thought, shaking his head. After all, he'd seen Harper in far less before.

"Sorry," Stiles muttered, "You were taking too long."

Harper raised her brows at him as she set the denim dress down on the bed. "Seriously? I couldn't have taken any longer than fifteen minutes."