Dylan O'Brien Imagines

You're Moving?// Stiles

You were ignoring Stiles, trying to make it easier to leave. You found out you were moving about a week ago, right when you and Stiles decided to get together.

Talk about irony.

You quickly turned away from him in the hallway, going to first period.

You sat in your seat in math, pretending to write so that you look like you're busy, hoping that Stiles wouldn't say anything.

Sadly, you were wrong.

"Y/n," he tapped on your shoulder. "Hey."

You turned around, not looking in his eyes.

"Are we okay?" he asked quietly. "Are you second guessing our relationship? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Stiles, it's just..complicated right now." You said, quickly turning away from his brown eyes.

"What's complicated?" He asked again.

"Really Stiles, c'mon let's not do this right now." You said.

"Do what? What are we doing?" He asks.

"I'm moving Stiles, and I want to make it as easy as possible." You snapped.

Before you could say anything, you grabbed you things and ran out to your car.

You couldn't do this. Leaving the love of your life, your friends, your high school career.

But to your parents it meant nothing. You could start over.

But did you really want to start over?

You put your head on the steering wheel, wiping your tears with the back of your hands.

Pushing yourself from Stiles was the hardest thing you've had to do. Not being able to cuddle with him, fuss about what movie to watch but he kisses you and everything is okay, not being able to hold his hand in the hallway, getting jealous glares from freshman girls, not being able to help him research. It tore you apart.

You wiped your cheeks as his large fingers knocked on the window.

You looked up, meeting his brown eyes.

You got out the car, standing awkwardly against it.

"Hey," he pushed your chin up to face him. "Have you been crying?"

He wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, smiling softly at you.

"I don't think we-"

He leaned down, cutting you off with his lips.

"I love you to death and I don't care that you're moving because we'll always find our ways back to each other," he says, looking into your eyes. "I can visit you on weekends, during the summer, we can do something together after graduation."

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him again.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."