Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

Sick - Stiles Stilinski

"Wake up! It's time for school!" Mum yells from downstairs.

I groan and throw the duvet off, I'm immediately hit with a gash of cold wind and I quickly pull the covers back up. My body shakes and I feel like I'm sleeping in a freezer.

"Mu-!" I try to yell but my voice cuts off. Mum must have heard because she comes running upstairs.

"Honey, are you okay?" She steps into the room and places her hand against my forehead. "Oh, you're really hot. Honey are you okay?"

I groan swatting her hand away. "Mum, your hands too cold. I'm freezing."

Mum sighs and steps back. "I think you're sick. Stay home and eat lots of soup, I have to go to work now. Bye." She kisses my forehead and leaves the room. Once I hear the front door close, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I ask, not bothering looking at the contact.

"Hi babe... Are you okay? You don't sound well?" Stiles voice rings through my ears and a smile immediately appears on my face.

"Hey Stiles, I'm not feeling well so I'm staying home today." The end of the phone is silent for a moment, I'm about to ask if he's still there but before I can Stiles speaks.

"I'm coming over now!" Before I can protest he hangs up.

I groan before throwing the phone on top of the covers. I sit up and groan at the feeling of my aching bones. I slowly walk down stairs and into the kitchen, I look around trying to find a box of tissues to wipe the snot pouring out of my nose. I spot the box covered in flowers and before I can get one the front door is swung open and Stiles storms in.

"Baby? What are you doing? You should be up in bed resting. Come on." Stiles walks over to me and scoops me up in his arms. I sigh a breath of relief as his cologne hits my half blocked nose. I love Stiles' scent. I rest my head against his chest as he carries me upstairs and lays me down on my bed before covering my freezing body with the duvets.

"Stiles, I'm f-f-f- AHCO!" I sneeze, getting all my snot onto Stiles' arm. "Oh fuck baby I'm sorry." I reach up to wipe it away but Stiles moves his arm out of my reach.

"It's okay. I'll go get you some tissues' and I'll make some chicken soup." He bends down and kisses my forehead whispering "I love you" before heading down stairs.

My eyes are heavy and my bones ache as I sink into an endless black hole, called sleep.

...-...

A loud bang wakes me from my slumber. I sit up and see Stiles on the floor, head buried into the ground.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" My voice cracks at the end of my sentence.

Stiles quickly gets up from the floor and shots me a goofy smile. "Y-Yep, I'm great, fine, peachy. How are you?" Stiles rushes by my side and places his hand over my forehead. "Aww babe, you're really hot."

I pull the covers up as I feel the cold spreading up and down my body, coating every muscle with freezing cold air making me shiver. "Thanks Stiles, you're not too bad looking yourself." I sarcastically say. Stiles face drops as does my heart. "Shit," I mumble under my voice, why did I say that? He is being so kind and nice and I'm sitting here being mean. "Stiles I'm sorry."

Stiles sighs and takes his hand off my forehead. "It's okay baby, you just aren't feeling well."

There is something in his eyes that I can't Identify. Stiles' eyes are truly the window to his soul. If I look into his eyes I can see everything his feeling. I can read his every thought, but today... something is different. There isn't any spark in his eyes, there isn't any smile hidden in his eyes... What I'm seeing now, it isn't the Stiles I know.

"Stiles?" My voice is low and soft. I place my hand onto of his thigh getting his attention. "Baby tell me what's wrong?"

Tears start to build in his eyes and his lips starts to quiver. "I just don't want to lose you. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want to ever, ever let you go. But the problem is not matter how much I love you, no matter how much you love me there is always gonna be something there to rip us apart. The same thing happened to my mother, I loved her so much but she was taken away from me. She was sick and I couldn't help her, I wasn't there to hold her hand, I wasn't there to make sure she was okay. I just don't want to lose you too." Tears are falling down his checks and sobs escape his quivering lip.

This is the first time Stiles as ever fully opened up to me about his mother. I always knew it was a sensitive subject with him and I knew he didn't like talking about it.

"Stiles your Mum well always be with you, I will always be with you. We are both locked inside in your precious heart. I will always be there with you. Your Mum is always with you. Baby," I lift his chin so his eyes are staring into mine. "I'm never gonna leave you."

Without hesitation Stiles connects our lips in a slow and passionate kiss. A couple of moments past when I remember that I'm sick and I have to pull back. "I don't want to get you sick."

Stiles smirks his playful smirk before jumping into bed with me. "Oops, looks like I already am. Now you are stuck with me."

I laugh as I rest my head on his chest and he pulls me closer.

Stiles and I ended up staying home for the rest of the week, but it was the best week of my life.

A/N God, I really need to think of new ways to end these Imagines. I feel like I'm repeating the same thing over and over again. Ugh