Secret Love

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Stiles could barely believe she was standing there after all the hell he had gone through. At first he refrained from calling her knowing she needed space to cool down and actually hear him out. Stiles had even made a whole speech of how much of an idiot he had been and that she shouldn't even forgive him, but fuck, she should because he wasn't going to give up on them. He didn't want to be another guy that walked away so easily when if fact he was there to stay and make the difference that every other guy could never make. Yes, even the best people fall down especially in a life that they live in but they always get up and keep going. Take Allison into consideration, hell even Scott at the moment. That thats exactly what they should be doing. Stiles had even wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that god they were fucking worth it and that a love so powerful as theirs couldn't end because of his stupidity. That no matter how many times they were together he could never get enough. That he understood she needed space in the beginning which was why he had waited patiently but to never doubt that she was always on his mind and that all his dreams were plagued by her. That in fact it gets hard especially in their situation but to remember that his relationship with Malia is a weird type of skinny love but one that she herself knows about.

Malia had been the poison to affect their relationship during that party. However, the remedy was the experience to it all. They should be talking about it and fixing what got broken. That all that happened was just a dangerous lesion in their relationship but the best way to heal it would be to talk and figure out a way that would prevent what they were going through. That was why when a few days had passed and Stiles had finally gotten irritated enough by Malia harassing him for a date he accepted. They had gone to dinner and discussed about her parents as well as how his dad was doing. Yet before Malia could drift the conversation to him pulling away she had told him how Lydia's departure had Parrish more ecstatic but before Stiles could question her she continued to tell him that the reason to Parrish's happiness was due to Lydia being more involved in their moving together idea.

After Malia dropped that information over why he hadn't seen Lydia he tuned her out and just kept repeating uh huh until they left. Stiles had just assumed Lydia was avoiding him and successfully convinced their few shared teachers to allow her to not be in class for that period for whatever reason. But now it made all the sense in the world. Days passed and every single time one of their friends would try to talk to him he would snap. When Kira out of all of them questioned him he simply explained that he was just very frustrated with school work. Kira understood Stiles knowing everything going on with the pack and la bete was on his mind, his individual relationships with the others weren't in the best term, and his dads accident probably finally got to him. Stiles didn't correct Kira's theory about his bad mood since no one knew about Lydia and him of course therefore he accepted her "talk". By the beginning of the second week Stiles had enough and he locked himself into his room doing "research". When in fact what he was doing was hunting down Lydia's location. He may or may not have even gone as far as to go through Lydia's and her mothers money transactions during his trip to the police station. Luckily with Parrish being there Stiles just told him he needed to look up some loose end in his investigation before he took he's dad some papers he needed.

That's how he was able to be in front of her in that moment. Being able to see her Stiles felt the warmth that had left him the moment he had stop seeing and talking to her. The freezing coldness that was only possible to feel unless you were in the darkest part of the ocean that invaded his body the moment he learned she had left Beacon Hills left the instant he heard her whisper out his name when she saw him there in front of her. Stiles couldn't help engrave the look of her in his mind. She looked beautiful as ever. However, when he returned to reality of the moment he walked into her apartment and slammed the door shut. Before she could react he grabbed her by the waist and cupped her cheek with his rough hands to be able to look in those dull green eyes that seemed to be growing their light back. Lydia couldn't do anything not because she wasn't able to but because she was shocked he was there. That he was keeping her in place and staring at her eyes. The same eyes that cried rivers for him. But looking directly into his proved to be something difficult. There stood Stiles towering over her with blood shot eye, dark circles and bags under his eyes. He looked worse then she probably did. If she wasn't staring at him she would have never guessed he looked so torn and broken. His eyes were so lost in the sadness held in there that she couldn't see the humorous and happiness that once filled them. He looked like a ghost of his old self. As he watched Lydia study him he finally was able to think of what he would do and say to her now that they were together. "Lydia", Stiles uttered in a hoarse and broken voice. Once Lydia heard such a voice come out of her playful but beautiful sarcastic boy she felt a piece of her die.