Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

27. My girlfriend?

Lydia's pov:
It'd been a few days and everything was normal again. Peaceful. It didn't stay that way for long though. I could tell he was happy again, running around with Jesse, tackling me in hugs and kisses. But today was different.

"You okay?" I ask Stiles, my head resting on his bare chest while I draw random designs into his skin. We were just laying there his room, the silence of the now rising sun along with our deep breathing the only thing to be heard.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He asks, looking down at me.
"I don't know, you seem a little off." I mumble, shuffling closer to him.
"Just thinking."
And there's more silence. But not the uncomfortable type where you're shifting in your seat, it was a peaceful silence. Only us.

"You know what the best feeling in the world is?" He asks, brushing hair out of my face.
"Hm?"
He takes a deep breath. "One of the most amazing feelings in the world is having someone fall in love with you who you thought you'd never have a chance with..."

I smile, kissing him on the lips before cuddling back into him.
"Lydia. I-I don't want you to leave me. I'm gonna get worse. I'm gonna lose my mind. But even if I do, I don't want you to leave me. You're the only reason I'm here. And if you're gone, I go too. Please don't leave me. Ever." His voice breaks a little and I move my head to where my chin rests on his chest and our eyes catch.

"Never." I whisper.
"Promise?"
"Promise." And I did. This boy that I loved so much, how could I ever leave him? He'd be all I need.
"Have you been taking your meds?" I ask causing him to swallow harshly and he doesn't even need to answer for me to know. "When's the last time?" I ask.

"Tuesday, I think." He mumbles. Today's Friday. I sigh, patting his chest before getting out from under the covers. I go to his closet and slip one of his shirts over my bare body, feeling his eyes on me as I do so.
"Come on." I grab his hand, attempting to drag him out of bed and he groans as I barely move him.

"Do I have to?" He pleads and I nod, still attempting to pull him off the mattress. My hand slips though and I, myself fall to the floor causing Stiles to laugh. He gets up, helping me stand before putting on some basketball shorts and we make our way downstairs.

He takes a seat on the counter in the kitchen as I get a glass of water and his medications for him. I lean against the counter opposite of him, watching as he opens each small bottle, taking out the amount he needs and swallowing it. He eyes me while drinking up the last one and he sets the empty cup down in defeat.

"Happy?" He asks with a fake smile and I nod.
"I'm happy when you're okay." I say back. He opens up his arms widely and I fall into them, taking in a deep breath of his cologne.
"You look really cute in my shirt by the way." He comments and I pull away with a chuckle. "Look even better without it but..."
I playfully shove him and he smiles.

I snake my arms back around his waist though, closing my eyes as I lean into his chest.
"I love you." I mumble as he brushes back my hair.
"I love you." He says back and I smile.

"Ahem." Our heads both snap to the direction of the sheriff and a blush creeps across my face, my hands still lightly resting on Stiles waist while he sits in the counter.
"Morning." Stiles grins as though this wasn't remotely awkward.

"You stay the night Lydia?" John asks, walking over to the coffee pot with his eyes still on us.
"Yeah..." I say nervously, turning around and crossing my arms over my chest. Stiles folds is arms in front of my neck, resting the upper part of both arms on my shoulders while resting his chin on my head; kind of backwards hugging me.

"And he doesn't have a shirt on cause you're wearing his." The sheriff states.
"Yup." Stiles responds this time.
"But she's also not wearing pants." The sheriff eyes us both and even though I can't see him, I know Stiles is grinning.
"Stiles, wipe the smirk off your face." I say through gritted teeth.
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Apparently Stiles had to go to the hospital today for a quick check up and I'd agreed to go because he claimed that he wanted to hold my hand when they stuck him with needles. I rolled my eyes but later realized he wasn't lying. The nurse came in and said that she was there to give him three shots and put an IV in and Stiles immediately tensed up. I sat in the chair next to his bed and he gripped my hand so hard I was positive I'd lost all circulation.

He faced completely away while she was doing it, closing his eyes as tight as possible and as soon as she was done he refused to look at the IV making me laugh. Pretty soon, one of the shots sedated him and the doctor came in. I had to leave for a bit, walking around the hospital with John or talking to Melissa until they said we could come back in.

As the doctor passes by us in the hall, he mumbles, "he's still a little loopy." With a smile and I glance at John before we both step into the room.
"Hi Dad!" Stiles exclaims excitedly catching sight of me and gasping. "Who's that?! OHMYGOSH she's so pretty!" He shouts looking me up and down and I place a hand over my mouth to suppress laughter.

With a wide grin, he stumbles over to us, leaning on his father for support while still looking at me. "Seriously though, you're super freaking hot." He slurs. "Who are you again?"
"I'm your girlfriend." I chuckle as he gasps again, letting go of John and placing his hands on my shoulders for support.

"Nu-uh. No way. You're, like, REALLY hot. Like, really. You can't be my girlfriend." He laughs a little to himself making me laugh.
"But I am! I promise."
He eyes me. "Mmmmm Prove it!"
I roll my eyes, leaning in and giving him a short kiss on the lips, his eyes widening when we separate. "Wow...I have a good girlfriend."

"Let's get you home." I pat him on the back and he nods as the three of us leave the room. We get out of the hospital and I sit in the back of Johns squad car with Stiles, his head resting on my shoulder as he hums to himself randomly.
"Oh my god, I totally forgot who you were Lyds." He chuckles, rubbing a hand down his face and I chuckle too as he regains his memory. "What the hell? Why didn't I know who you were?"

"They sedated you and sometimes you can lose a bit of memory, when you wake up." I explain and he nods, humming again.
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Authors note:

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS AS A BIT OF STYDIA.  A BIT OF STYDIA. YASS A BIT OF STYDIA.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe