Your eyes gazed down as your dripping tears, hitting the sink, caught your attention. Looking yourself in the mirror only made you hate yourself even more. All you could see was disgust and disappointment. All those times he'd say anything nice to you it felt special. It didn't feel like just a compliment. There was something about the way he said it. Something about why he'd say it to you, and not Lydia.
"That's it. I can't take this anymore" You thought to yourself. You wiped your tears as you ripped the door open. Storming out in front of the others left them full with quizzical expressions. You aimed for the door and ran.
"Y/N!" you heard Scott yell from behind you.
"Y/N! Wait!"
Tears streaming down your face, you knew it didn't matter if you turned around now. What was he gonna say? You reached for the car keys in your pocket, but before you'd gotten them out, Scott had already grabbed you by your wrist.
"Where are you going?" he said worringly.
"Scott, I-I Can't. I have to leave. I have to be alone right now." You sobbed, attempting to remove his firm grip from your wrist.
"Talk to me. I'm not letting you go until we've fixed this." He said, grabbing your other wrist and trying to calm you down.
You looked him in the eyes, trying to hold in another tear.
"I don't know what to do." You whispered.
"Do about what? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Stiles... I-I don't know what to do about Stiles. I keep missing him all the time, and I'm constantly thinking about him..." you replied.
".. and seeing him with Lydia breaks my heart. I always end up wishing I was in Lydia's position; to have someone be madly in love with you. It's so overwhelming and I don't know what to do with these feelings, Scott!" you sobbed.
"Y/N... W-what's going on? Are you okay?" came from a very familiar voice. He made his way over to you with a worried expression. "What happened?" he asked Scott.
Scott turned his head to you and nodded, implying everything was gonna be okay.
Stiles stood in front of you, now with an even more worried expression. He hated seeing you hurt or down, and he'd always do whatever he could to try to fix it. You'd been best friends for a long, long time, and you had so many amazing memories together. You didn't want to lose the wonderful friendship you had with Stiles.
"Y/N.. Talk to me" he whispered, cupping your face in his hands.
A tear streamed down your face as you gently removed his hands.
"I can't do this anymore." you started.
"I'm done trying to fight it. I don't want to do this anymore. Why does this happen to me?"
"W-what's happening to you?! Y/N! Come on! Tell me!" he yelled in frustration.
You'd never seen Stiles like this. So angry, so frustrated, what the hell? Taking a step back, you looked at Stiles as your eyes widened.
"I-I'm sorry. Y/N-" he said before he got cut off.
"I'm in love with you, Stiles." you stated.
He froze and his eyes widened completely. That was it. There was no going back now, you had already said it. Your heart beated a million times per hour as you started regret spilling the truth.
He took a gentle step forward. "What?"
"- and it breaks my heart seeing you with Lydia because I know how you feel about her. I don't want to cry myself to sleep anymore, Stiles. I'm exhausted. When is it going to end?" you anxiously said.
"Y/n... I'm not in love with Lydia." he stated, taking another step closer to you.
"If I knew how you felt about me, I'd tell you this right away, but I'm hopelessly in love with you."
Your heart dropped instantly. Did he really say that? A little smile sneaked up on your lips as another tear streamed down your cheek. He gently wiped your tear away as a smirk landed on his lips.
"W-what?" you said in a relieved breath.
He opened his arms and put you in a big, warm hug, making you feel really safe in his arms.
