Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Roommates// Stiles AU

Stiles left for college after senior, he couldn't wait to get away from Beacon Hills, which is a legitimate beacon for supernatural creatures. But he wasn't excited about leaving his best friends. Especially Lydia. His ten year plan had fell apart when he met Malia, but everyone kinda knew that is was still there, his feelings for her I mean. But after a painful breakup, and a painful goodbye, he was in college.

Y/N, on the other hand, had always been on the road to Yale, her parents were always strict and finally in the senior year of high school, they laid back, she got to make her own decisions. But you might as well go through with everything.

So when you got your roommate was a boy, you were surprised. You never had time for a boyfriend. You thought Stiles was a girl but he was a boy.

So when you opened your door to an attractive boy with brown eyes and hands full of bags, you were very surprised.

"Are you...Stiles?" You asked, standing at the door.

"I am, you're y/n?" He asks, his voice sending shiver down your spine.

"I am." You smiled opening the door wider for him.

*2 years later*

You both promised no relationship. No romance, no feelings. You were two years into college, you basically tutoring Stiles and passing with flying colors. But you couldn't help but get a fuzzy feeling in your stomach when you're around him

When someone named Scott, which you've heard from Stiles beforehand, his best friend from high school, comes knocking on your door, you weren't all to surprised. But when he tell Stiles that he needs to come with him right then, you were.

When he went to leave, he turned and kissed you right on the lips.

Just a chaste but it meant something.

*3 weeks later*

You hadn't heard from him. Not a text, not a phone call, nothing. You don't know what happened but you were worried.

He was failing his classes as of now, being absent all the time. Honestly, you missed him. You missed when he would get nightmares and would play with his hair until he fell back asleep. When he would always wake you up with coffee.

Your grades were slowly dropping, your focus drifting to him all the time, you found yourself writing messages in the text box but never sending them.

Then, at 4am, you woke up to the sound of his keys jiggling at the door, then the door opening, but you were there already, jumping onto him, your arms around his neck, you had to stand on your tippytoes to reach him.

"Where we you?" You whispered in his neck.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his face resting in your neck.

"It's been a long month." He sighs, before his shoulders start to shake.

He was crying.

"Stiles," you pull him inside, sitting the two of you on the couch. "What happened?"

You wiped the tears from his face. "Allison," he cries. "She's gone."

You met Allison when she visited campus with Stiles.

You engulfed him in a hug, rubbing his back with your fingertips.

You raised his head with your fingers under his chin. Before pressing your lips to his softly. He kissed back, his hands resting on either side of your face.

"I'm sorry."