Run away || a stydia fan fiction

10. An issue and a mistake

"It's funny how things never
change in this old town"

Third person's pov:

Stiles' eyes fluttered open to find himself in a bedroom, which definitely wasn't his. The walls were painted light grey, the duvet was pale blue, and sun was shining through the sheer white curtains hung over the windows. He cringed, knowing he'd made an idiotic drunken decision. He peeked to his left, and discovered a naked blonde- Savannah.

He honestly couldn't remember much of the previous night, and his head was pounding. It wasn't a huge deal, aside from the fact that it was his ex, until he remembered Lydia. Stiles you moron!

In his defence, he'd always been known for making awful decisions when he drank, not to mention that he was in a rough spot after Lydia. He tried to convince himself that this wasn't the worst thing he could've done, but it was definitely high on the list. This is not how to move on.

Stiles stumbled over to his boxers where were on the floor, and managed to slip them on without waking Savannah, but he didn't escape successfully. She shifted when he stood up, and her dark brown eyes shot open.

"Stiles?" She groaned.

"Uh- yep." He stuttered, jumping to his jeans, which were tossed in the corner.

"So we..."

"Yeah... I'm sorry-"

She began to laugh hysterically as he apologized, leaving him confused.

"You're not upset?" He asked.

"No, we were so drunk! It didn't mean anything."

He didn't know why, but this hurt him. Maybe he wanted it to mean something, or maybe he was just hurting.

"Oh no. You didn't want it to mean something, did you?" She gasped as she sat up, holding the covers over her bare chest.

"Psh, of course not. Just one mistake, no biggie."

"Stiles, I'm so sorry."

"No, no, it was nothing."

"Even if it was something, I'm moving to Europe in a couple weeks, it wouldn't work."

"Oh wow. I didn't know..."

"Yeah, it's been a while since we've really talked. Why don't you stay for breakfast?" She offered.

"If that's okay-"

"Of course it's okay. I suggested it."

~

About an hour later, they were sitting across from each other at Savannah's simple kitchen table, fully clothed, with empty plates in front of them. They talked about what's been going on in their lives, and they even talked about Lydia. Stiles felt closer to Savannah than ever, but in a friendly way. He realized that she was an amazing listener and gave great advice, she was a better friend than she had been a girlfriend. She let go of their past.

"It's just so complicated, I don't know if it's worth it. She needs time alone, and that obviously doesn't include me." He sighed, running his fingers through his chestnut coloured hair.

"Do you want to be with her?"

"Of course I do."

"So fight for her. Stiles, you loved this girl for most of your childhood, into adulthood. You can't let her go without a struggle." She said, brushing her hand over his lower arm.

"I don't know how."

"Show her you care, show her that you love her and that you can give her an amazing life. She just got out of an abusive relationship, she needs to trust you more than anyone else in the world, so do something to prove that she can. It might take time, but it will all pay off in the end."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Sav. This has been exactly what I needed, somehow." He chuckled a bit, standing up and placing his plate in the dishwasher.

"Anytime, Stiles. I'm glad we're back to being good friends, and I'm also glad you have someone who can make you happy. I hope she realizes how special you are." She pulled him into a hug, and he patted her upper back.

"I'm gonna miss you." He mumbled once they pulled apart.

"You can call or text me whenever you want, okay?"

He nodded, and made his way to the door where he slipped his shoes and sweater on, which were tossed on the floor from last night.

"Have a safe trip, I hope you love London."

"Thanks, Sti. Good luck with Lydia."

They shared one last warm smile, before he exited the apartment. He finally had a plan, he was going to get Lydia back. Maybe not today, maybe not the next, but he would eventually, because they were worth the fight.

~

Lydia sauntered into the kitchen, where she found her best friend scrubbing at the dishes. The strawberry blonde hunched her shoulders, and wrapped her arms around her chest, feeling anxious.

"Allison, could we talk?" She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Just then, Scott came in through the side door, dripping in sweat from his jog. He greeted the girls with a smile, before opening the fridge, searching for something.

"What's up, Lydia?" Allison asked, tossing the towel, which was previously drying the damp counter, onto the table.

"Uh, never mind. I totally forgot what I was gonna say." That was a lie. She just didn't want to talk about it with Scott around.

"Alright, let me know if you remember."

She nodded, and bolted to the bathroom with tears stinging her eyes. She couldn't cry out there, then she'd have to face the cold, hard truth, something she didn't even want to admit to herself. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She searched every cupboard, and found what she was looking for in the bottom left drawer under the sink- pregnancy tests, probably left over from Allison's current pregnancy. She pulled a stick out of the box, and followed the instructions carefully. After waiting a few minutes, she discovered that her worry had become a real issue. She was indeed pregnant, with Matt's baby.

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Author's note:

Bet you didn't expect that, did you? What do you think Lydia's gonna do? Thank you all for reading!