Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

30. He said

Lydia's pov:
"You okay?" Allison interrupts my thoughts, my head snapping in her direction.
"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Totally okay. Yup, yup! Good. Why?" tap my nails on the restaurant table.

Scott and Allison had invited me out for lunch, saying how the three of us hadn't spent enough time together in a while and with school coming up we'd all be a bit busy.

"Allison's right. You seem a little on edge." Scott pitches in, shoving fries in his face. Truth was I never told my friends about Stiles and our little break. Stiles and the sheriff had traveled upstate to stay at Emma and Jesse's place and that lasted about a week. When they finally got back, Stiles had to stay in the hospital for three days just to make sure he was doing okay and to get another MRI. The rest of that week I'd spend secretly watching him through my window and he seemed to be doing fine.

But it was getting harder and harder to be without him, watching as he seemingly got better without me. There were times where is try and "accidentally" bump into him, like going out to get the mail at the same time but he'd never even acknowledge me. After Allison texted me this morning though, I soon got a text from Stiles too.

My house. Tomorrow.

Was all he had said but it was enough to make the rest of my day nerve wrecking.
"Okay I'm a little nervous." I say, frantically glancing around the room as if Stiles would appear any second.
"Nervous? Why?" Allison asks, sipping on her drink.
"I'm going to see Stiles tomorrow. First time in two weeks." I mumble and Allison starts to choke on her soda.

"Two weeks?" Scott asks while rubbing Allison's back as she starts to calm down. I nod, looking down in my lap before telling them the whole story. All through it, they seem a bit understanding, giving me sympathetic looks and quiet agreements.
"You excited?" Allison asks though a smile.

"Yeah, a little." I gulp. We continue the rest of lunch with light conversations about school and other random things
Once lunch was done, Scott paid and we all set on our separate ways.
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"How does this look? D-does it look okay?" I stutter, twirling around in the mirror. In a few hours I'd be at Stiles house. Just a few more hours. Somehow I had managed to drag Allison out of her house and to the mall where I planned on buying a special occasion outfit.

"What's the point in getting new clothes if he's just gonna rip them off the first two minutes you're there?" Allison asks, sitting on the ottoman in the corner of the large dressing room. I roll my eyes as she pops an m&m in her mouth with a satisfied crunch.

"Seriously though." I turn towards the mirror again. It was a nice dress; dark red lace with a nude background and it hung perfectly above my knees a few inches.
"It's good. Not too much but just enough." Allison mumbles while watching me move about.

"I'm going to look for some flats." I sigh, glancing at the dress one last time before going out to the main sale area. I circle around a sale rack of shoes before finally spotting some nude flats, continently just my size. My mouth drops open as I gaze across the store and I immediately drop to the floor, peering over a rack.

Quickly I grab my phone and call Allison.
"Hello?"
"He's here! He's in the store!" I whisper shout, my eyes still attached to Stiles as he walks around the guys section.
"WHAT? Like now?!" She asks and I nod as if she can see me.
"Yes! Help!" I finish and she hangs up before appearing next to me in a matter of seconds, nearly spilling her bag of m&m's.

We watch as the brown haired boy continues to search through the shirts, occasionally rubbing the back of his neck or checking his phone for the time.
"What's he doing?" Allison whispers.
"The hell if I know." I mutter back. All of a sudden, his phone rings really loud and he jumps slightly before taking the call. He's too far away for us to hear what he's saying but his free hand waves around frantically before running through his hair.

He goes silent, looking around the store for something before he spots it and goes to it on the table. With a few more words he hangs up, heading towards the cashier with something in hand.
"DOWN! DOWN!" Allison whisper commands and we both duck out of sight. The tiny bell on the door signals that he's gone and we cautiously reemerge before going to the cashier.

"Hi." I say smiley while Allison watches the door still. "That guy," I point to the door. "What did he buy?" I ask and the man behind the counter stares at me confused. "He's my boyfriend and we haven't seen each other in a while. I'm just really nervous..."

The man nods in understand. "Uh, it was just a really nice shirt I guess."
I turn to Allison with an open mouth and she has an ear to ear grin.
Stiles was buying to look nice for me. With a few girlish shrieks, we go back to the dressing room and I get back into my normal clothes before buying the dress.
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Deep breath. Hesitantly, I knock on the Stilinski front door, straightening out my dress one last time. There's a few crashing noises from inside and rather loud curse until the front door locks start to click and I hold my breath as it opens. Stiles was handsome, as always, his brown locks in their usual quiff with the dark blue button up he bought earlier today on.

He smiles lightly and I do the same. "Hi." He sighs, taking in my appearance and I surely blush.
"Hey." I grin. He steps aside, allowing me to enter the house and the first thing I notice is how dimly lit it is.
"Y-you look nice." He stutters and I turn to face him.
"Thanks. I like that shirt. Looks good on you." He perks up at my comment and I chuckle quietly.

"Do you want to..." He trails of, pointing to the kitchen and I nod as we start to walk. The scene was absolutely breath taking. A cheesy-like candles set up at the dining table and he rushes in front of me to pull out my chair. I thank him, taking a seat as he goes to his own.

"I don't like this." I grumble and I can literally see his face go pale. "We're too far away." I gesture to the large space of table between us and he immediately relaxes. With a smile, I stand and drag my chair over to his side of the table, sitting on the corner instead.

"Can I hold you're hand?" Stiles whispers and I chuckle before putting my palm on his own.
"Did you even get food?" I ask and he smiles slyly, leaning in.
"Nope." Before I can even respond, his lips are on mine, both of us grinning like crazy as we savor every slow movement.

"Promise you won't do that to me again?" I say more as a question while leaning my forehead against his and he nods.
"I promise." He brushes hair out of my face before standing and I stare at him confused. He gestures for me to stand too and I do, his hands resting on my waist as he starts to walk me backwards, pecking my lips along the way.

"What are you doing?" I laugh causing him to grin and he stops moving.
"You bought a new dress." He mumbles and I nod. "I like it, very much. But you'd look even better without it."
"You're a dork."
"Yeah, but you love it." He kisses the top of my nose, moving his hands a little further south as he continues to lead me to into the living room.

"I love you." I whisper, catching his lips on mine and he hums. His large hands squeeze the back of my thighs and I take that as a signal to jump, wrapping my legs around his waist as my own hand cling to his neck.
"I love you." He whispers back between a kiss, still walking us into the living room until he sets me on the couch, never separating our bodies as he hovers over me.

"I love you." I gasp as he starts to suck and bite at the sensitive skin on my neck. My tiny fingers then make their way from his neck to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning the nice material. But Stiles stops, moving away from my neck until his face hovers over mine, our deep breaths mixing and he grins. He moves one of his hands from the back of my thigh, bringing it up and brushing hair out of my face like always.

He then leans in , our noses brushing as he mumbles against my lips "I love you." The way he did everything, it had a lot more meaning this time and I watch as he still grins so happily.

The rest of the night was spent whispering sweet words into the others ears with lots of "I love you"s and "I missed you"s thrown in-between. Eventually we took our little make-out session upstairs to his bedroom where we did, in fact, make love. But none of that really mattered because either way I would've been happy. Because he was still mine. After these two long and torturous weeks, he was still mine.
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Authors note:

Basically they got back together cause I hate when they're apart. I was gonna write at least two chapters where they weren't together but then I was like "nah this book is already depressing enough" so they're back together....
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe