Run away || a stydia fan fiction

1. Memories

"Then I'd lie in bed
And miss your smile
And miss your laugh
And miss the memories from our past"

Lydia's pov

Flashback

"I, uh, I'm not coming back... I'm gonna live here..." I whisper to him through Skype, looking down at my hands, placed in my lap to avoid the look of pain in his eyes.

"What do you mean you're not coming back? You're just gonna leave everyone and everything behind?!" He yelled, causing me to flinch. I expected him to be upset, but not like this.

"I'll still visit." I promise.

"No, Lydia. I'm not going to do this, okay? I don't want to see you again, do you understand?! All you've ever done is broken my heart and it ends here."

"Please don't-"

"Goodbye, Lydia. This is it. Don't call or text, or 'grace me' with your presence, okay? I don't want any of it."

"I- please! Please don't leave me!" I plead, tears swelling my eyes.

"Why? You left me."

And then he hangs up. I tried calling back but there was no answer. Calls and texts were sent, but there was still nothing. Just silence. I thought he would hold on, at least for a while, but I guess I pushed him beyond his breaking point. I loved him, more than a friend and now he'd never even know. He'd think of me and see a monster, a witch, a heartbreaker.

•••

That was 4 years ago, right after we finished university. I had decided to live in New York City. I just loved everything about it, I couldn't bring myself to go back to tiny-town Beacon Hills. Oh, in case you haven't already figured it out, Stiles was on the other end of the Skype call that ended everything. After that, I attempted getting a hold of him for months with no luck. Allison and Scott tried to talk to him about me, but he would just shrug them off and get really quiet. Stiles didn't know that I was in love with him- well, am in love with him. Not a day went by when I didn't think of the chestnut haired dork who I called my soulmate when no one was listening, but obviously, I had to move on with my life. After all, he was the one who wouldn't talk to me. So, I fell in love with a man named Matt 2 years ago.

Don't get me wrong, he's amazing, but he isn't Stiles.

Matt is funny, kind, caring, and has a beautiful smile. He makes my days better, even when I'm stressed or upset.  There's something negative about him that no one, expect him and I, know. Something I do not wish to share. This reason made me refrain from telling him about Stiles. Not a single word, let alone the fact that I still loved him.

Unfortunately, Stiles was gone from my life, so this was it. All I had was a life with Matt, which really isn't as bad as I make it sound. So, of course when he asked me to marry him, I said yes.

Flashback

We were on a trip in Hawaii- Honolulu, specifically and one night after dinner, he guided me to the car and started driving without telling me where we were going. After a little while of driving, he handed me a blindfold.

"Put this on." He said.

"Why?"

"You'll see. Just do it, Lydia. Don't be so stubborn."

I roll my eyes sarcastically and give in, placing and tying the bandana over my eyes.

The car came to a smooth stop, and he helped me out.

"Where are we going?" I laughed, holding my hands out as he led me who-knows-where.

"Shh, you'll see, love." He whispered.

He stopped me and all I could feel was a cool breeze on my face and my hair flying everywhere.

He slowly removed my blindfold and the first thing I saw was him smiling back at me. I looked to my left to see the ocean water crashing against the rocks many feet below us. We were on the edge of a gorgeous cliff overlooking the sea.

When I turned back, he was on one knee, holding a small black box in front of me.

"Oh my gosh." I gasp.

"Lydia Martin, you make me the happiest man in the world and I want to feel this way for the rest of my life. I want to spoil you rotten, watch your beautiful lips form into a smile, and eventually, go on family trips with our children. So, Lydia, will you marry me?" He shouted over the loud sound of the ocean and wind.

"Of course!" I exclaimed as tears of joy rolled down my cheeks.

•••

That happened over a year and a half ago, and now the wedding is only a few months away. We are getting married in July, my favourite month, in a beautiful garden just outside of the City. We're flying family and friends in from all-over, including Scott, Allison, Isaac, Malia and Kira. Somehow, we had all stayed in touch, even though we were all living in different states.

Every part of me wanted Stiles there, but I knew he wouldn't show up if I invited him. Anyway, this was the beginning of my new life, moving on from Stiles Stilinski.

Matt had met Allison, Scott, Isaac, Malia, and Kira many times and enjoyed their company. There were moments where Stiles' name almost came up, but luckily, he never noticed. My biggest fear was that he'd find out and get upset, maybe even leave me. Then I'd be all alone once again.

Allison and Scott are married now and they're expecting their first child. She's only one month along, so there's still a while to go, but I was already promised the role of godmother and Matt will be the godfather. Scott really wanted Stiles to be the godfather, but out of respect for the both of us, agreed on Matt. They now live in DC and visit us as often as they can.

Malia and Isaac are engaged and live in Arizona. They've been engaged for about 2 and a half years, but they travel so often that they really haven't had time to settle down. They want to see the world before they get busy with children.

Kira lives in LA and is pursuing an acting career. She's not really interested in a relationship right now. Her boyfriend of 4 years just broke up with her, so she's taking a break from the dating scene. She's really happy though, her job keeps her distracted.

All of the girls will be a part of my bridal party, Allison being the maid of honour and the other girls being bridesmaids.

Isaac and Scott will be groomsmen, since Matt's brother is going to be the best man.

I'm filled with anxiety, but I'm ready to let go of the past. I'm ready to let go of Stiles.

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Author's note:

This was more of like an introduction, but the other chapters will be more interesting, I promise!